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[color=#CCCCFF]Location:[/color] Professor Mikkail's Sitting Room
[color=#CCCCFF]Grimoire:[/color] N/A
[color=#CCCCFF]Skills:[/color] N/A
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Willow had looked up as Nicky had entered the room and nodded her head to him softly. [color=#CCCCFF]"Morning."[/color] She smiled softly as she watched him curl up in the other chair, and then watched as Cal entered the room and her grin brightened up more as he greeted her like that. [color=#CCCCFF]"Good morning Cal~"[/color] Of course she had seen him not that long ago, but it was good he had still addressed her again. She had grown very fond of him and well after the previous night, who could blame her?

As Cal took the seat next to Cassie, she settled into the last armchair and relaxed a bit, turning the notebook over in her hand nervously. Writing was not a strong skill of hers. She had learned about braille recently, and was using that a lot for her note taking, and hoped that once the professor arrived she could ask him if they had access to such machines. 

Professor Mikkail arrived with a burst of magic that she could feel, and see, since Luna's eyes nearly were overloaded by his arrival. His magic was warm, and she felt like she was safe there for the moment, much like she had last night. It made her wonder, but any thoughts were put on hold as the professor started to speak. 

The smell of tea filled the air and Willow felt more relaxed at that point. She listened more as he spoke and then wrote the words upon the board. She could feel her brow twist with curiosity. Latin was not a language she knew well, just a handful of words there and then, but the first part, Mal, that meant bad, right? 

Cassie spoke up, telling of the name before... stumbling. Willow could only watch with embarrassment as Cassie cleaned up the mess she had made and tried to clearly avoid Cal's lap. Willow did her best not to laugh at her new friend, (or she hoped they were friends,) embarrassment. 

Then Nicky spoke up. The anger dripped from his words, and Willow felt pain for him. He had clearly suffered something due to this book, and it seemed that it was going to be a bad first day. Willow curled up in her chair, having no knowledge of the book, or its horrors. But it sounded like it had not been a good book for witches and yet, the Professor wanted to find the first volume of it? Why? 

Her question about how she was going to take notes was forgotten, and she decided that was going to be a question she would ask him alone later.