Mitsuya was ever one to keep an ear bent to the wind. Most of what she heard was almost unbearably dull, to be sure, but every so often, once in a blue moon, there was something that truly bore fruit.

Her current reading material, a short treatise on household magic she'd won from her first sojourn into the old school building, was proof of that. She unfurled it a little at a time, keeping it hidden behind a largish, boring-looking volume she'd picked up from the library shelves, and kept herself facing the door--just in case.

As with the other scrolls she'd read, this one changed its contents to suit the reader; for her, a child of the wind, it discussed a few of the many uses of air magic in keeping a household clean.

Vacuum, eh? Now that's clever...