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[color=8a9a5b]Location:[/color] Hall of Ancients, Strange Academy
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[Color=8a9a5b]”Well, now that our dear covenmate has essentially thrown a wrench into my wonderful experiment that could've yielded us invaluable knowledge both into the inner workings of this Mystery as well as give us a baseline for magical prowess that resides within the two of you, I suppose we can move past that. But do know your complaint has been [i]duly[/i] noted and logged for future references Connie.”[/color] Barty replied dryly as he mock clapped towards her. She did have some wisdom however, not believing herself so grand as to be able to escape the power of a cursed object's madness. Especially one of this caliber. It reminded him of old tales he'd heard back when he was a child, ones that would fit Connie all too well if she decided to stray away from her birds and towards the more feline aspects of transformations. He'd given her a warning once and only once years ago when he'd seen her first transform. “Careful what you shift into or you very well may be stuck like it.” All before leaving a book open to the pages of the creatures origins and lore, whether or not she read it after he'd left the room was beyond him.

Barty had managed to crack a smile as Pedrito mentioned he didn't think Croan liked him. He had a sense of humor, good, he'd need it for the tasks to come. Though their simple minded member with an uncanny resemblance to a man of his past, actually asked a decent question. Basic, but smart enough to show he cared to learn. Good. [Color=8a9a5b]”The simplest way to describe a curse is this, A form of magic so potent and focused so as to affect or decay, a person, object, or location. Now how exactly that plays out varies from curse to curse, and how it feels varies in the same way. Some are cold, empty, and biting. Others can burn or fill you with a sensation. This one in particular leads you towards madness, addling the minds of those who work in it. As for if inorganics have been used to aid in this, I've no idea. But what is a curse if not a form of potent enchantment, and I am an excellent enchanter.”[/color] 

Connie had produced her key, Barty already knew who his roommates were, but seeing two of their covenmates shared a room was interesting enough. He pulled out his own key [Color=8a9a5b]”Well I already know my roommates, I was fortunate enough to get my twin and Finley. It'll definitely be a…fun…year. Though if ever we wish to study together I'd suggest the library or another's room as im sure mine wont be welcome to guests. Or…not for those purposes at the very least. With that being said, its time for me to go and have a little bit of fun. Oh, and you'll be receiving an invitation later on today for a little soiree be sure to read the invitation if you wish to join. It'll be a good chance to connect for our little Coven. Tata for now.”[/color] Barty said as he began to make his way over towards Callaghan's Coven. Wrapping his arm around Cal's neck before giving it a gentle kiss. [Color=8a9a5b]”Finely, Nicky, and I have our own room this year, care to check it out?”[/color]