Ash flew to the eleventh floor and rushed to her seat to finish the book. If Ms. Anderson was being serious, Ash would have five minutes of reading while the professor walked up the stairs.
After mental recalibration, it would be four and a half when accounting for her flight time, Ash thought vividly.
"Zofy!" Ash called, "Thuong Anderson will be here in four minutes. I need to get these words into my head quick! Can your [Wind] magic do anything like that?"
"No, it can not?" Zofia answered, seemingly offended, "Here, read my notes, it's much more compact than the book. Ms. Anderson did a good job compiling the main points of [About Magic]... Also, please don't call me Zofy, we're not that close."
"We're not?" Ash said, heartbrokenly, yet she immediately got over it when thinking about the [Extreme] punishment of failing this class. "Alright, I'll have the notebook, thank you."
