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The day ended on a satisfactory note. Olivia seemed to have enjoyed herself regardless of Wilhelmina's little hiccups, but maybe she was just as open-hearted as the dutch girl herself. She definitely was opposite of Wilhelmina in her taste, though. She seemed to actually enjoy ghost stories, not to mention how she spoke of that monster she summoned when in costume. How weird was that?! However... people liked all sorts of things. Sometimes, Wilhelmina could understand them, other times, she could not. This just happened to be a more extreme case of the latter, correct? She only needed to do her best...

Wondering about how she could make friends with Olivia when they were so opposite, she fell asleep on her bed thinking about the day along with the rest of the girls, too exhausted to speak with Tesni.

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The next day, she got introduced to her new team... or half-new, maybe? She already knew Lucette as they have met nearly a year ago, exactly when she became a magical girl in that library. It seemed like such a long time ago and she had learned plenty of things about the world she did not know before. Some of them quite disheartening. Some of them uplifting. Her life changed ever since then as she moved into London, then got to know more about her powers along with herself. The day, then, seemed to be an extension of that: they were walking a park, looking at people along with the beauty of civilisation.

Of course, Lucette turned the opportunity into a lesson, causing Wilhelmina to smile as their companions asked two very good questions. Or rather, one good question with a slightly more off-beat one from Olivia. The girl really did give off a strange feeling, but that only made Wilhelmina strengthen her resolve before she responded with her own knowledge.

[b]"Lucette is more knowledgeable than me, but from what I learned, Pageless are monsters that want to destroy stories. I'm not sure how they are born or why, but umm... maybe they're envious of us? I mean, there's so many stories out there, with their variations, connotations, meanings, overtones and undertones! So sometimes, it feels like they're jealous of our ability to create and make wonderful stories. Both as books and with our lives."[/b] She paused to let her words sink in for a moment and observe her audience's - including Lucette's - reaction.

[b]"I think there's many other theories, too. Lucette, do you know more?"[/b] Of course, she turned towards her elder in the end with a bright, friendly smile.