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[color=5b8a9a]Location:[/color] Mikkail's Sitting Room
[color=5b8a9a]Grimore:[/color] N/A
[color=5b8a9a]Skills:[/color] Deception
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Nicholas met Cal's teasing with feigned indifference, pressing his fingers gently where the dragon left marks. It stung pleasantly and if Cal's newest admirer wasn't here, perhaps he'd put on more of a show. However, between the mostly strangers and the blasted name, Nicholas wasn't inclined to play right now. He wasn't certain which footnote of history the Professor dredged it out of but Nicholas had thought it buried and dead centuries ago. Nothing good was associated with it and he'd been quite thorough when he'd run it into the ground and set it on fire when they crossed to the New World. 

Nicholas didn't bother hiding his displeasure with the Professor's overwhelming introduction. Everything about him was flashy and boisterous and Nicholas made a genuine effort avoiding those types in his life. He had half a mind to silence the wheels of that monstrosity at the very least, but he kept himself carefully composed as the nostalgia rushed in at the smell of chalk. He'd still been teaching himself when the chalkboard was introduced and while his students were long gone, the instruments of his craft still brought some warm memories. Painful ones too, but if he looked far enough back, he could forget those parts. He glanced down at the offered tea but considering what the Professor offered already, Nicholas decided it wasn't trustworthy. 

Nicholas felt himself tense, but soothed himself after a moment as the Professor wrote. On the outside, Nicholas kept himself the picture of indifference. He lounged a little further back in his armchair, threw a leg up over one arm, and rested his chin on the back of his hand as he considered the writing. His eyes flickered over to Cassie as she teacher's petted her way through it, pouring tea with all the grace of a calf freshly birthed (Cal would probably find her incompetency endearing somehow), and Nicholas rolled his eyes but spared no more attention to that mess. 

Inside, Nicholas [i]seethed[/i]. Mikkail quickly put himself on Nicholas's shit list. The Professor probably wanted someone with first hand experience when he was putting his little group together and Nicholas was certainly less inflammatory than his brother. Nicholas wondered if anyone ate dragon meat - he bet Mikkail's organs would earn him a few pretty favors in the right markets. [color=5b8a9a]“Memorialize evil and evil persists. Devils danced with that book for three centuries and you'd ensure its sins persevered? Witches suffered brutality at the hands of those who claimed supremacy over [i]the wicked and the wretched[/i] and w- they who survived… They did not do so pleasantly. Explain yourself.”[/color] Nicholas picked up his journal and haphazardly tossed it at Mikkail's feet, never leaving his seat or breaking eye contact.