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[color=8a9a5b]Location:[/color] Hall of Ancients, Strange Academy
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Barty didn't deign to respond to Vicky's comment about how long it had been, not even with a change of expression. What was a day to centuries? For all he cared a week could've passed by and it would still appear a drop in the sands of time he has lived. His expression did change, however, when Vicky began to have trouble sitting on her own seat. Amusement at the slight torment she was now facing. [Color=8a9a5b][i]Serves her right for the snide comment when all i did was come in with a warm welcome.[/i][/color] Nicky had picked up on Vicky's atrocious aura as well. Good. That made Barty all the more confident at what he was about to task her with. [Color=8a9a5b]”Darling everything I do is cute. We are throwing a party later on, win or lose, the students at Strange Academy know how to party. You will be in attendance, and don't worry we'll invite your little teammates too. But that isn't the favour, merely the pretense for how you'll be doing it. Back in that dingy hotel you lot are staying in, there is a red colored gem within a vacant room. I need you to fetch it for me before the party and hand it over to me when you arrive to it.”[/color]

[Color=8a9a5b][i]”Am I missing anything? Or you believe that to be suffice enough?”[/i][/color] Barty asked his twin within his mind.