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[color=f14a83]Location:[/color] Hall of Ancients, Strange Academy
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[color=f14a83]”It is a term of endearment dear Rohan. Take no offense and know that Dysphoria and myself appreciate that about you. That you are of the woods and night and cold. You are unlike the fast and blighted world of the other humans. A downright delight to behold.”[/color] Unsaid Finley thought, [i]If only you would stop carrying such things as that sword.[/i]

[color=f14a83]”My magic comes from blood,”[/color] Finley said with a large, toothy, smile on their lips. Technically their magic also came from flowers but that wasn’t nearly as much fun to say. All illusion magic came from flowers, at least for the fae. Finley had been learning that the humans were different. 

They itched and for a moment their form blurred, shifting and becoming the more feminine version of themself. Their hair, longer and less brightly colored, yellow now, was pulled back from their face. Their features while more feminine strangely seemed sharper than their soft masculine face of a moment ago. They looked at the newcomer of their group. Rohan and Franklin knew what she was. Explanations were not needed to them.

[color=f14a83]”I am of the Sidhe. I am called Finley and this is my constant companion, Dysphoria.”[/color] Finley gestured to the brightly colored head sticking out of them, then gently caressed Dysphroia’s cheek. There was a lot more Finley could say about Dysphoria. Such as life with Dysphoria was the only life Finley could ever want or imagine. But that was not the thing one advertised, and Dysphoria already knew that. Saying it out loud would only turn it into a knife that could be used against them. 

[color=f14a83]”When you say you work with metal, is that iron? Or another type?”[/color] Finley hoped it was another type. Franklin was more than enough when it came to people who used metal, at least it wasn’t his only medium. Rohan’s only flaw was that sword he carried. He would be a respectable sort otherwise. 

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[color=D8BFD8]Location:[/color] Hall of Ancients, Strange Academy
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[color=D8BFD8]”Anyone that I know of who has gone through that door has gone mad. They’ve ripped out their own entrails or something just as equally gruesome. For all I know not a single person who has entered there has survived the semester. So I’ll be overdramatic if it means I at least have put in my complaint.”[/color] Connie had lived enough of her life keeping her complaints to herself. She had no desire to be quiet or meek. 

[color=D8BFD8]”It is, despite current complications, a pleasure to meet you Pancho. I look forward to getting to know you and learning from each other. Provided we all survive the semester I’m sure it will be quite enlightening.”[/color] Her tone for him was far more pleasant than it had been when speaking with the professor.  

She turned to Barty, [color=D8BFD8]”That is gross and creepy.”[/color] She shook her head at his comment about calling Pedro his. [color=D8BFD8]”As for madness,”[/color] Connie took a steadying breath. [color=D8BFD8]”Madness and I have already known each other. I do not believe myself so arrogant to believe that just because I am aware of how my mind and my flesh feel that I can keep myself together in the face of something [i]more[/i].”[/color] Connie believed it was perfectly possible that one day she would slip into her bird form and forget how to return to being human. It was so easy to be a bird. It would be incredibly easy to forget how to be a human. If she had learned to transform herself well enough as a child to escape her home she would have. She would have let herself go and been the bird she wanted to be. It was a good thing she hadn’t been good enough to change herself fully. Today’s mistake was a reminder that the early failures were not completely gone. She could fail. She imagined a moment of herself laying in the cupboard of her childhood with gills and knew she would have died. She shivered at the image.

As for Jack. Connie tilted her head, a motion that could have been like a confused puppy, but on her looked more avian. She opened her mouth but decided what she was about to say was rude and cruel. Connie sighed and went for the kinder route. [color=D8BFD8]”I am not sure what you mean.”[/color] She wasn’t sure [i]he[/i] knew what he meant. [color=D8BFD8]”I already have magic. I am a healer and have access to transformation magics.”[/color] 

[color=D8BFD8]”Before we part ways,”[/color] this she said to all four as she removed the key to her new room from her pocket, and held it out for them to see. [color=D8BFD8]”Are any of us roommates?”[/color] Connie didn’t necessarily want to be roommates with the people she was also in a coven with. It would make taking breaks from them difficult. She also figured she’d end up sleeping in the woods with Rohan if she was roommates with either of the twins. The trees would be more pleasant than whatever those two got up to when people were better off sleeping.