[hr][hr][center][h1][color=#DB7093]Cassiopeia Claire Alistair[/color][/h1]
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[b][color=#DB7093]Location:[/color][/b] Caden’s House – Chicago, IL 
[b][color=#DB7093]Skills:[/color][/b] Spellcraft[/center]
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	[color=#DB7093]”No, no you do not,”[/color] I say fiercely. I look at Nic when he questions other sorcerers, and I look away, staring at the flickering candles. [color=#DB7093]”There are… but I’m the last of my family line,”[/color] I say hesitantly. Maybe it’s the atmosphere, the alcohol, or maybe I do trust Nic, but I don’t mind telling him that, even though it makes me incredibly sad. 

[hr][hr][center][h1][color=#006400]Caden[/color][/h1]
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[b][color=#006400]Location:[/color][/b] Caden’s Home – Chicago, IL
[b][color=#006400]Skills:[/color][/b] Notice; [/center]
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	Nero steps closer to me, peering up at me with wide, searching eyes. I chuckle, closing the gap further with another step. I really can’t help myself around them. I was completely screwed.

	I reach up and brush my thumb under their eye. [color=#006400]”No, Nic has not fainted again. He’s rather enthusiastic about our world and adamant about helping. He will have to re-meet you soon if he wants to help.”[/color] I wasn’t going to keep banishing Nero to my room anytime Nic was around. He was just going to have to get used to it, like Cassi.