Heels clicked as she walked down the museum halls. This internship was proving to be the strangest job Amy’d ever had.
The curator had left everyone written instructions that morning, having stated that he was far too busy to spend the morning with the students, and quickly Amy had realized a glaring contradiction. Were she to follow the instructions to the letter, the wing would become more disorganized than it had started. Now, she knew he had asked not to be disturbed, but she wasn’t going to risk her internship taking a guess at what he meant when he was literally a hallway away. Surely a twenty second conversation could solve all of this.
Maybe he just hadn’t gotten enough sleep.
About to knock on his office door, Amy stopped and turned behind herself at a soft crackling sound coming from the room across the hall. Was that smoke wafting under the door? She opened the door, about to rush in, when she froze, staring. This made no sense. Not Lathalia, as she had expected, but the bursar who had chosen her for the program in the first place. She stood over a metal box, flames licking up dangerously high as she tossed in a stack of papers, then reached down into an open filing cabinet.
“…uuuhm…” The noise escaped her without thought. If she weren’t so shocked she might have hid, or ran, or dove to stop the destruction. Instead she stared, blinking in the doorway. “I was looking for Lathalia…?” She held up her instructions half heartedly.
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