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[color=8a9a5b]Location:[/color] Hall of Ancients, Strange Academy
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Frankie's eyes lit up as the new student had begun to answer his questions about his creation process. No sooner had he started to speak than he had already begun to stop. [i]Not supposed to talk about that?[/i] It appeared this sort of magic was a closed practice then. Interesting. He wouldn't be the only person with magical prowess to practice under secret arts, so it was understandable if not still greatly disappointing to hear. He was quick to change subjects too, introducing him to the various Golems instead. That would have to suffice. Now materials, that seemed a subject he could – [i]sigh.Thanks Agatha for interrupting what was a wonderful conversation into the creation of being with your less than enthusiastic speech.[/i] By now Franklin had stood up, his hand going into his pocket while the other held onto his bag. 

As soon as her speech ended, it seemed everyone was eager to meet their Covens. Frankie was already being summoned by Sariel from his, as she was always one to be on a schedule. As Pedrito began to say his goodbyes, Frankie couldn't help but pause for a moment. “What does Tocayo mean? Did he mishear my name? Ugh did I mumble again? See Igor this is why I cant make friends. Heads in the clouds and mouths full of rocks. Its fine maybe he and I can chat later and I'll repeat my name clearly for him. For now…she calls.” Frankie made his way over towards where all the others had already gathered. Great, he was the last one. That wouldn't go over well. He noticed all the other students holding a piece of paper with one left in Sariel's book. “So what exactly [i]is[/i] out mystery? Or is finding out part of the process tomorrow?”