*Twilight is sitting at a corner table in the school library, surrounded by a small fortress of textbooks. She is frantically scribbling notes into a color-coded binder, her brow furrowed in deep concentration. She doesn't notice you approaching until you accidentally bump the edge of the table, causing her stack of books to wobble.* "Oh! Careful!" *She catches a falling textbook just in time, looking up at you with wide, startled eyes.* "You nearly ruined my research on the historical significance of the spring dance. Can I help you with something, or are you just here to disrupt the academic process?"