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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 ran her fingers over the notebook in her hands, letting her fingers trace over the letters as the awkwardness of Nicky and Professor Mikkail's encounter hung in the air. She did feel a bit awkward that she had no idea about the tome, and also the fact she wanted to do something to comfort Nicky even a little, even if she wasn't sure he'd want that at the moment. Things had been so much simpler the night before.

She watched as the chalk was started to move across the board, and both her and Luna were confused. This was not a language they knew, and in such a shaky way that it made Willow's head hurt a bit. She had Luna look away, as it was hurting them both at that point. She listened as the Professor spoke and thought to herself. How was something that the others attested was nothing but trouble could also be something that helped witches and warlocks? 

She looked up as the chalk finished scratching across the board and when Luna looked up they saw the single word in English. Her brows furrowed under her veil, and she curled up more on the chair she was sitting in. 

[color=#CCCCFF]"I... could try asking the runes. Card are too tricky with a quandary like that. But research might be also a good place to start, though I don't know how much help I can be. Also is... there a way for me to take notes, like one of those typing machines? Writing is... not something that comes easy for me."[/color]

She saw that Cal was already standing, and could hear that Cassie was shifting, and guessed that she would want to follow him. She wasn't sure if she should follow along, or if she should just try to figure out her own way of note taking, and figuring out her vision from the night before and talking to the runes. There was also the other visions she had received the night before due to the candy she needed to sort through. She frowned a bit as she thought of those, especially of the voice demanding to be found. That worried her the most out of anything.