Natasha Nanome tweaked the placement of one of the teacups on her tray, admiring the rose painted in the bottom. Looking out the eastern windows towards the capital and smiled. The first rays of sun were peaking over the horizon. She retrieved the small jar of loose leaves from the cupboard, a pinch went into the teapot. A glance told her the kettle was boiling, a brush of her finders told her the teapot was warm. Setting the tea to steep, and checking the placement of everything on the tray for good measure she started up the stairs.

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  "Teacher," she called as they creaked under her barefeet. She called again, her knuckles tapping the door. She twisted the knob, pushing the door inward. Feet moved from plush carpet to smooth hardwood, har bare toes squishing into a wet puddle. "Teacher," she asked her voice tinging with anguish as she took in the scene. The puddle in question was stagnant, circling the body before her. Red hair and floral print bath robe scattered in all directions. The tea tray crashed to the table at her elbow as she was spurred into motion. "Teacher!"