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[color=darkgray][i]Blood. 

It was the first thing she noticed, running down her finger and dripping onto the floor. Whose, she wasn't quite sure, but the ringing in her ears didn't help her focus. Her vision faded in and out and even standing [i]hurt[/i]. Every part of her screamed in exhaustion, her muscles burning and her throat raw and the violent shake in her hands more and more apparent. The runic circle, carved in brown-reddish brick between the marble pavers, shattered ages ago and barely anything could be read on them. Centuries of enhancements failed beneath… 

A long dragon's talon, the meat of the hand it was torn from still clinging to it, rolled into her view. 

Her magic was spent. Every drop of red powered this hell. She couldn't muster any more energy - the easiest thing was to let go. 

A butterfly, runes glowing on its wings, landed softly in Cassie's bloodied hand and its proboscis dipped into her blood. Every beat of its wings echoed, whispers following in its wake, and the exhaustion, and the scene fade as slumber reached up and claimed Cassie once again. 
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Cassie's first sleep in her new home was...not ideal. She was used to nightmares. She got them often, some she remembered and some she wanted to forget. She woke up with a start, looking around her room, curious if she woke Rohan or Call. It seemed her worries were for naught as neither man was there with her. She took a few calming breaths before she sank back into her pillows. Herm mind racing over the meaning. Dreams meant something, didn't they? She thought she read about that in the myriad of books her parents expected her to read for her studies. But this dream, this was different. It felt like it was calling out to her. She also felt like there was something on the edge. Did one of the butterflies....speak to her? She closed her eyes and tried to recall. 

[i]`Healthy and hale they'd have you believe. Illusions belie what changes and lifts, in dire need a friend shall end.`[/i]

Those words meant little, but she knew she heard them. Another mystery in the ever growing assortment of them she was beginning to find here at this school.

She finally rolled out of bed and started making it up when she remembered. Magic. Would the room object because of laziness or reward for her ingenuity of magic, something she had not gotten used to? What harm did it do to try? Cassie did the same thing she did before, visualizing what she wanted her bed to look like. Same decorations, same adornments. Within a whisper of a moment her bed had shifted to how it was before she crawled in the night prior. All made up, no wrinkles, no creases. Cassie bounced on her feet and applauded herself. The dream slowly edging out of her mind, but never truly disappearing.

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Cassie got dressed (butterflies seemingly becoming a theme for her) as she made her way to Professor Mikail's sitting room. She was both anxious and excited to see what they would be doing. Would they be learning new spells? Exploring the grounds? Doing ice breakers that revealed deeply rooted secrets that would forever change their dynamic and relationships with each other going forward? It was unclear. But it was so thrilling!

Cassie entered and was amazed by everything she saw. There were wonders in every nook and cranny in his sitting room and she wanted to explore, but stopped herself. She was new here and this was her first day. She wanted to impress Professor Mikail, not scare him away by her nosiness. Instead, her eyes focused on the table and the four journals resting on it. She saw that one bore her name along with the cute symbol that was on her pin. She picked it up and sat down on the couch, eager to open it and see if it was filled with text or if she would be the one to do so. She held it close to her chest, hugging it, bouncing slightly in the chair as she waited for the others and for the day to start.

She knew it was going to be magical.