I'm trying to read, idiots. ((open))

On a dreary and rainy afternoon at the DWMA, everyone was inside either studying or laying around. Astryd was doing both. She was draped in a comfortable chair, a book inches from her face.
Since she didn't have a meister, all she did in her spare time was read. Glaring at a particularly loud group of people, her temper snapped. "Could you idiots keep it down? I'm trying to read over here." She growled, placing her book down on the table.