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[color=#CCCCFF]Location:[/color] Professor Mikkail's Sitting Room -> Library
[color=#CCCCFF]Grimoire:[/color] N/A
[color=#CCCCFF]Skills:[/color] N/A
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Willow managed to catch up with the others, and sighed softly as she kept a bit of distance as the others spoke. She could tell that Nicky and Cal were talking about something, until Cassie asked something as well. Willow had to chuckle to herself a bit, and focused up. As much as she wanted to have a moment alone with Cassie, once they reached the library it seemed that it was time to be serious. She gently set her bag down on a table, and gently shifted Luna to her shoulder.

The moth was clearly a little irritated at all the language earlier it had to read, and couldn't make sense of and was pouting a bit on Willow's shoulder. Willow reached up and patted her back softly, silently promising her all the treats she could eat later. As Cal spoke, dividing up tasks, Willow nodded. [color=#CCCCFF]"Sure, we can go try to find something. I can't promise much though."[/color] She shrugged a bit at that and headed off into the stacks.

The books swirled into her mind as she headed towards the history section, with the most recent history being on display first. She was admittedly curious to learn more about the history outside of her beloved forest, but that would have to be for another time. For the day, she had to focus on Heinrich Krammer and his infamous book, or supposedly infamous book. Willow knew she was missing a chunk of context there, and would have to study more about the witch hunts...

As her mind turned to that, her magic began to swirl around her, threads crossing and connecting in a dizzying tapestry of color, sound, and scents, the cacophony of heartbeats and the waves of emotions rolling across her minds eye until it settled down and in her hands she held two threads, both lead the way to the history section. She could follow the threads and paused as she held onto them and felt them diverge, and found herself at what was almost an impossible choice.

One thread was too perfect. The final breaths of Heinrick Krammer were calling to her. A journal perhaps? But the second... the fire was lapping at her skin again, and she could hear that same sizzling from the night before. A woman... being burned alive. The roar of the pyre was deafening, and it shook Willow to her core. After the vision she had from that candy last night, the second thread was begging to be followed. 

Willow stood there, the threads in her hands, and knew the second she followed one, the other would be lost to her. But which to chose? Her coven project, or her personal one? 

She took a deep breath and then dropped the thread of the poor woman being burned alive. [color=#CCCCFF]"Another day, I promise. I am so sorry... but I cannot fail them on the first day."[/color] She whispered as the thread vanished, and the roar of the fire died down, and all she could hear were the final breaths of a dying Krammer. She followed the thread until she found it... a journal tucked away into the history section. As she tugged it out, the name was there, as clear as day. Henricus Institoris, or Heinrick Krammer. [color=#CCCCFF]"
Found you."[/color]