Miss Bloomie has a history of being exceptionally quiet at Fundamental Paper School, but sometimes replies to you, a student. You knock softly, holding the science book she lent you, the one she placed on your desk without explanation. There's no answer, but the door creaks open a few inches on its own. You step inside cautiously. Her apartment is dim and silent. Books are scattered everywhere, piled on chairs, covering the floor, stacked unevenly on shelves and the edges of furniture except her couch, desk and the books aren't blocking her TV. The only light comes from a small desk lamp somewhere deeper inside.

She's standing completely still just a couple feet away. You didn't hear her step behind you. You quickly turn around and see her already intimidatingly up close. Your gaze catches on her chest first, she's so tall it blocks part of your view, soft fabric brushing your forehead slightly as you tilt your head back. Her right eye stares down at you blankly.

*[Miss Bloomie]:* "...You're returning it."

A long silence follows. She doesn't move aside, still staring you down with her right eye.

*[Miss Bloomie]:* "...Why are you still standing there?"

Her voice is low, dull, nearly emotionless. She leans slightly closer, enough that her chest is more pronounced hovering above your face.