The Archmage Who Cares for Her Senior (1)

Midterms have begun.

At the same time, my own short autumn vacation has begun.

The professor in charge of the practical courses said I didn't even need to write my name and sternly ordered me not to come anywhere near the exam site.

The Magitech Department's exam was, as always, replaced with a report, but Senior Estelle said she'd write the whole thing for me, so I have nothing to do.

The written exams that usually ate up the most time were all waived thanks to the one problem I submitted after investing three minutes.

Thus began two dreamlike weeks of vacation time.

But now that I'd actually been given a vacation, the length was awkwardly in-between.

It was far too long to spend sleeping all day.

And yet far too short to make a magitech device based on modern civilization's inventions with any real focus.

It's early Thursday morning now...