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[color=f14a83]Location:[/color] Hall of Ancients, Strange Academy
[color=f14a83]Grimoire:[/color] 
[color=f14a83]Skills:[/color] N/A
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[color=f14a83]”I caught fish that became keys. This seems to be made of wood. Delightful of them to be so considerate. This key amused me more than the other. The other looked like an hourglass. Time is not something that bothers me much.”[/color] Fin responded to Dysphoria. The strange student Jake seemed to have figured out the task, which was well enough. Fin might try to help him, if it got him a favor. She currently had more debt that she was owed. That itched in a way he couldn’t quite describe to non-fae. 

[color=f14a83]”Hello Nicholas, Barty, Cal.”[/color] Fin said, taking space on the free side of Barty. He was about to show his key to the others to see if they were in a room together when a new distraction appeared, Agatha. 

With her proclamation came another division of the group gathered. Now they had rooms and covens. Fin looked over to where Cal stood, now alone. They frowned. The twins had disappeared. Finley wondered why, but their attention was pulled by professor Sariel. Interesting. Finley had been put in a group that he didn’t consider himself part of. Yes, the Daoine Sidhe could brew potions, but Finley had never learned the art. Finley had grown up in a situation that had never allowed that sort of education. His skills lay in the illusions and blood magic. They had always been strong in those two areas and potion making was considered a tool for those who needed the crutch. Fin thought it over though, potions were versatile in a way that their own magic was not without drinking blood. Maybe this was okay. 

Fin pushed off the wall and started walking toward Professor Sariel Marino. Finley knew Rohan and technically Franklin. Though neither in any meaningful way. Finley was not fond of Rohan as the man carried a sword, it made their teeth ache as just the presence of it. Franklin, Fin knew, was part of the AV club and was what Connie had called a ‘techie’, he had helped set up his phone when Fin had first got one over a year ago. The other name listed, Annika, was not one that Fin knew. But as they had told the exuberant Jake, Fin did not know everyone at the school. 

The order was like nails on a chalkboard. The professor was not their Lady. They weren’t [i]not[/i] going to go to her, but that did not mean Fin could not be sassy about it. He did a handstand and walked on their hands over to where the Professor stood in the center of the room, tumbling down and rolling into a summersault. It was not as clean as Fin would have liked, but he felt it made a point. They stood up. 

[color=f14a83]”Professor,”[/color] Fin said as a way of greeting. [color=f14a83]”I am surprised to find myself under your tutelage. I did not think of myself as an artificer. I cannot touch the iron so often used in the art of creation.”[/color]



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[color=D8BFD8]Location:[/color] Hall of Ancients, Strange Academy
[color=D8BFD8]Grimoire:[/color]
[color=D8BFD8]Skills:[/color] N/A
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Connie had spotted Franklin and waved, but was walking toward Rohan. There were new people in the room. Students she hadn’t seen around the campus. That annoyed her a little. This was supposed to be the level of high skill. Yes, she had messed up, but she wasn’t perfect. Even though that rankled. As she was about to speak to Rohan, Agatha swept into the room. She resisted rolling her eyes, but listened. 

They wouldn’t even have a chance to discover their roommates, that was annoying. Were their roommates not their Coven? That was an interesting approach. It would bleed the groups together in different configurations. She tilted her head and saw that Rohan had a different broach than her. She held up her key in hopes that he would share a room with her. At least then she would have someone she liked as a roommate. Connie was certain that if her and either of the twins ended up in a room together there might be a murder. Not that she disliked them, but living with either of them would be...unpleasant. 

Rohan flashed his key, indicating that they were not rooming together. Accepting her fate that she would not either be sharing a room or be in the same coven as Rohan she shrugged and started off. He needed to go to his. Her focus darted around the room and she spotted two of her Coven-mates. Calling them sisters seemed weird, as for what she could tell she was the only female presenting one out of the trio. Odd. The other groups seemed to be four each. 

Connie didn’t recognize either of the two Coven-mates. Both were new. She probably didn’t know [i]everyone[/i] that attended Strange Academy, but she doubted she wouldn’t have seen them around at least. That meant they were new. Very well. She was used to helping new students get a grasp of the school. Orientation had become an old hat. 

First, she approached the one Franklin was chatting to. [color=D8BFD8]”Hello Franklin.”[/color] She showed him her key to see if he was in the same room if not the same Coven. 

He showed his own key, as Igor came close to Connie and sniffed her, Connie sighed. [color=D8BFD8]”Unfortunate.”[/color] She’d figure it out later than. She gave the small creature a little pat on the head.

[color=D8BFD8]”And hello to you as well. I am Connie. We are in the same Coven, with Professor Croan.”[/color] There was a hint of annoyance in her voice, but it was directed at the professor's name and not Pancho. Considering the disdain that Croan had thrown at Connie earlier it was likely a shared distaste. [color=D8BFD8]”We should head quickly over to him. You do not want him annoyed at you, but that’s nearly impossible to avoid.”[/color] She shrugged slightly. [color=D8BFD8]”Meet you there.”[/color] She left and headed toward the professor. [color=D8BFD8]”You’re with me.”[/color] She waved to the man who was yelling for whoever was in the red group beckoning him to join her.