The limitation should have made her relish this otherwise engaging past time. Instead, she's inwardly sulking at how it's tainted the activity while on the outside, she had a small smile plastered on her face as she wrote down her thoughts and opinions on the students and faculty members who walked past her in the quad. Although by notes, they were more of a series of shapes and symbols, that gave the impression of someone making random doodles.
Just her luck that she was using a loose-leaf batbook and that she paused in her thoughts when a strong breeze blew the pages out of their binding.
Viva Viola