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[color=8a9a5b]Location:[/color] Hall of Ancients, Strange Academy
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Barty smirked at the flash of his brother's key. He wondered if that was intentional somehow, or if the fates had truly deigned to keep them together as always. It appeared Nicholas also found humor in their situation as their glanced passed from each other to a familiar fae they had the absolute [i]pleasure[/i] of meeting all those years ago. Though to the trio it was merely a drop in the bucket of life. What was two years compared to six centuries? Slowly the room began to fill up, as students,  one after another began to file in and complete their assignment. If this was how the year was to be, he could expect them all to be late and slacking as they tried to achieve their goals. Barty rolled his eyes at the thought. 

His attention was about to wander back onto his twin when [i]someone[/i] decided to make a spectacle of this whole ordeal. Garnering attention was [i]his[/i] thing. But this wasn't the sort you wished to publicise. Connie seemed to have (for all her textbook knowledge) messed up the one thing she was attempting to do. Her entire schtick thrown to the wayside as the little witchling forgot to transmute her lungs. Of course Mikkail, the soft hearted old bat he was, had to step in and ruin the fun of a life lesson. Regardless, this would only fuel the ammunition Barty now had for conversation with her later. Next time she tried explaining the merits of an obviously impractically written Grimoire by some dull headed witch that never knew proper casting techniques, he'd be sure to remind her of her failings this evening. 

The grunge-y mage of the forest decided to come back this year, and it seemed he was able to solve the puzzle as well. Hooray… Honestly he wouldn’t mind Rohan so much if they would learn to bathe and behave like a good little boy. What's more he found his magic…lacking. Yes his ability to enchant the mundane as he crafts it was fascinating at first, but in practice once Barty saw how limited the mage is without his items it was all so…and he just speared a fish with a knife. Ofcourse. The one day students get to show off their talents and this is what Barty gets to witness. 

(Un)Fortunately the next contestant had much more to show. He could practically smell the magic off of her, it combated against her visual appearance. Plain, unassuming, yet striking eyes that almost forced you to focus on them. Barty hated that. But still he watched to see how this new student would grab their key. Seeing the tiara appear on a fish was admirable but…wait, did that bitch just copy me? His smirk quickly vanished as he pursed his lips. [Color=8a9a5b]”Can you believe that witch just copied me? Practically used the same phrase of command too! They say mimicry is a form of flattery but I say it's a good way to get knocked down a few levels.”[/color] He said, muttering mostly to himself as he made a mental note to keep personal tabs on that one. Between sucking up to the professors and stealing his spells, he was tempted to confront her right here and now. 

A physical weight stopped him from moving forward. It was then he realized Cal had approached them and placed his arms atop their shoulders. [Color=8a9a5b]”I think she's a cheap imitation knock off with low grade magic and a poor sense of style.”[/color] Barty spat out as he brushed Cal's arm off his shoulder. [Color=8a9a5b]”But I agree, something is seriously wrong. I bet you Croan set it all up, a way to attempt to mock or humiliate me. But he wont get the last laugh from this no. I've got more magical prowess in my left nut than some of these new students have in their entire body.”[/color]

Without warning or cause, Nicky spirited the pair of them away. His twin's familiar magic washed over him as a shroud of invisibility encased him. He followed along of course, not fighting a single step as Nicky always knew when to get them out of danger's way. It had served them time and again but now they had gone far enough and missed meeting their own Covens. Though Barty already had his own Coven. For 600 years hes been in a Coven Two with Nicky, and nothing and no school would ever change that. He pulled Nicky behind a statue and stopped them both. [Color=8a9a5b][i]”What is it?”[/i][/color]