Gemotions

Her cheeks were flushed, a constant smile pulling at the corners of her mouth. Elara reread the message three times, just to be sure. Professor Davies was resigning. She punched the air, a small, triumphant fist pump. A wave of lightness washed over her; a feeling of buoyant levity.

The library, usually a prison of hushed tones and disapproving glares, suddenly felt like a playground. She wanted to sing, to shout from the rooftops. She packed her things with unusual haste, eager to be outside, to breathe in the fresh air.