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[color=6795ea]"You've clearly never seen an Elven archer shoot,"[/color] replied Duncan, chuckling with sheepish humility. [color=6795ea]"I'd call my level of skill intermediate, or at the very least, there is a mountain of talent between me and the best archers I personally know. I can't even get guaranteed bullseyes shooting ride-by, which is inexcusable for an adult Centaur. I like to take my time with each arrow. Besides, you're one to lay it on thick. I don't know anybody under the age of 21 over in England who's half as good at close-quarters fighting as you were, and I mean that."[/color]

Duncan sat down with a plate in one hand which held an average, balanced human-sized meal, and a bowl in the other, twice the size, full of lettuce, carrots and chopped apple. When Roland nudged him and pointed out Circe and her new spider friend, Duncan also grinned. [color=6795ea]"Her friend's also pretty cute. Just my size, too,"[/color] replied Duncan, winking back. [color=6795ea]"After you, my good man!"[/color]

The moment he said that, a teacher sat down on the seat besides the Arachnid. Duncan groaned, and looked back at Roland. [color=6795ea]"Trust our luck. I'm still gonna try and sit nearby, though."[/color]


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When Yurius asked what the potions in front of him were, she didn't answer, and just smiled. Revenge was sweet. Sweeter the potions she'd had to make last year, before the start of every single day that Yurius was likely to cut himself for the adrenaline boost during his classes, which was most days he had combat classes. She hoped that some of these potions were of a very poor quality and potency. The thought of him needing to heal after another fight, drinking from his flask a foul, battery-like tasting drink, and it didn't even heal him very well. Why, that image alone made all her toil worth it. Almost.

One does not simply receive free gifts and favours from a Witch. There is always payment.

As Mako observed him, she was the picture postcard image of sweet, with her eyes closed and her smile. She looked like a mom about to bake cookies. But a picture wouldn't have been able to capture the hidden subconscious feeling that you were facing a sly creature. A picture couldn't convey her thick dark aura. Nobody in the staffroom could deny that Mako was good, and kind, and cared about the students, but nobody would add 'trustworthy' to that list of positives.

She giggled at his reaction to the coffee potion, though, and took it from his hands. [color=d1aaf7]"You won't have to take that one. I prefer it's flavour, anyway."[/color] she reassured him, though her words hinted that he'd have to take the rest, and that there would be no batch from Mako's own cauldron today. While he drank, she took notes on the healing potency of the potions, until Yuris was fully healed, before he'd finished all of them, so for the rest of the students' potions, she simply noted 'Healing potency: probably average' and then shoved her notebook back in her desk.

At Yurius' invitation to lunch, she smiled and stood up. Now that payback had been had, she almost felt that she owed him as much. [color=d1aaf7]"Of course! Who could turn down an invitation like that?"[/color]


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