“...It’s certainly dusty around here.” The magus says quietly, a gently blowing said aforementioned dust off of a pile of books. A soft sigh, and a couple of blinks as she glances around--this place was in a real sorry state.
Good Grief. She gets caught up in one little project, and the library ends up like this...? Just because she hadn’t been here to oversee it, doesn’t mean it shouldn’t still be kept clean. Slowly, she raises her finger up, drawing a small magic circle upon the desk...
“Koaaaaaaa”- She says, plainly -”clean this place up, would you?”
Her words transmitted via the magic circle were sure to reach her familiar, (wherever she may be) so all Patchouli herself had to do was...wait.
After all, she simply couldn’t work in these conditions. Who could?
“Goodness me...why else do I keep her around if not to keep this place nice and tidy? Once she’s done cleaning, I’ll really have to teach her a lesson...”