So it was still Mimic, oh the fond memories she had of him; the time he stabbed her was particularly pleasant. She remained still and silent at the back of the room, just watching the events of the class unfold. The students had a lot of potential, it was all very reminiscent of two years ago when she was new here. Apart from the fact Mimic seemed less stabby which was an improvement, she supposed.

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The letter was written on pale green paper in flowing deep green ink.

[i]Phoebe,

There is so much I need to tell you, so much I need to explain, but words on paper will not do.

I understand that you will be sceptical but you have to believe me when I say I have loved you your entire life and I have missed you every day that have kept us apart. I can only imagine the girl you have become and I cannot bear to be separated from you anymore.

So please, meet me after school Monday evening in the beautiful tropical garden. 

Your mother, 
Poison Ivy[/i]