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Michael, after dropping off their son with the babysitter temporarily, decided to continue looking around. On the way, he saw a girl reading what looked like a black book. Knowing the nature of the school, he knew it was probably magic and therefore none of his business, but for some reason, the girls aura rubbed him as wrong.

Then he read her mind (by complete accident) and his thoughts lingered around the word 'necromancy' - a word which he really disliked hearing, though not nearly as badly as the word 'Demon'.

"Excuse me there miss . . ." he said, approaching her.

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Miithrail huffed. "That answer was most unhelpful, girl, however despite how useless you were I thank you for at least attempting to be helpful. Thankfully I am perceptive enough to guess what is happening."

They were all forming groups and talking about combat. It was fairly obvious what was being discussed among everyone here. "Teams eh? I assume that this means combat. I wonder who will have the good sensibilities to include me in their team? Truly, I am invaluable asset, so much so that I pity those who go against me."

Mithrail said all of this like it was completely normal. And in a volume loud enough to be heard by everyone, of course.