<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/Wa16xV1.png)</div><strong>Who: </strong>Chiya<br/><strong>For: </strong>OPEN<br/><strong>Where: </strong>Adjunct/Postgrad shared office space<br/><strong>When: </strong>Tuesday, 3pm<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Office hours are usually deserted. It's rare, especially this early in the term, that a student feels the need to spend extra time with their teacher, and even rarer that they bother to come see a teaching assistant or adjunct lecturer like Chiya. It would be a nice break from an otherwise busy day, except that the adjunct faculty office space is shared, and really more of repurposed storage (with a few desks and chairs thrown in) than an actual office.<br/><br/>Chiya stretched across the desks, her upper body lying in the small square of afternoon sunlight that came in through the room's sole window. She would have preferred to sun herself in a more complete fashion, but a job was a job and she had to have open office hours sometime. She wore a black dress with gold trim, cut in a slightly antiquated Chinese style. Her hair flowed loosely around her shoulders, the pink nicely offsetting the dark clothing.<br/><br/>She sighed and pulled open her copy of<em>Crendwell's History of Magickal Beastes in England</em>and began to read, jotting down notes in a neatly-kept loose leaf binder on the desk beside her. Maybe if she was lucky she'd have an uninterrupted hour to study in, or perhaps she'd actually end up having a student to help. That might be interesting, she thought, it seems like a really good crop this year.