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[color=8a9a5b]Location:[/color] Hall of Ancients, Strange Academy
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Barty had been enjoying a smoke, his covenmates were busy doing Harkness knows what, clearly caring about having fun more than solving their mystery. He’d already managed to piece a few things together and said as much to them should they wish to discuss it further after class. Yet there he was with no one to bother him, his own twin tending to the very garden needed to help keep their magic alive. When the time finally came for lunch, Barty snuffed out his cigarette and tossed it into the nearest trash can. Making his way down the halls until finally he spotted the now incredibly full lunch room. Normally he would’ve turned on his heel and left, but his brother seemed to be there and with company to boot. Wonderful. He sighed, making his way over towards the table before stopping by right behind Cassie and taking her goblet to have a sip. Sugary sweetness ravaged his tongue and he placed the goblet back before opting to sit next to Willow. [color=8a9a5b]”Headway, what an interesting choice of words given the current mystery and rumours rolling about of a newly found head.”[/color] Barty looked over to see what was in Willow’s goblet, eyebrow raised in curiosity at the strange liquid. It wasn’t quite milk, but something akin to it. 

He picked up his own finally, whispering for it to conjure him a Belhaven Black. The meal seemed hardy today, breads and meats and grease, all that to say it called for a good stout to drink it over with. Barty took a large gulp of his drink, feeling the smooth texture of the dark stout coat his tongue before finally setting it down. [color=8a9a5b]”Cal, dear you are more than aware that we carry a better selection of [i]everything[/i] there. If you start allowing trash in then it only invites the riffraff and that is a classy establishment.”[/color] His eyes moved over towards Connie then Jake, one of his covenmates wasn’t eating with them and it wasn’t the one he wanted. Barty huffed, placing an elbow onto the table before resting his head into his hand, the other tracing a finger along the edges of the plate. [color=8a9a5b]”Jack, you seemed to have changed your appearance a little. I hope you had time to think about our mystery as you seemed to have the time to play dress up.”[/color]



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[color=00f0ff][b]Skills[/b][/color]: Franklin[/center]
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Franklin had joined in mere moments after Jake. He couldn’t apparate the way he did, so the path long trodden would have to do as he made his way over towards the dining hall. He’d wanted to sit with Jake [i]and[/i] Rohan, but it seemed the two had different ideas. He could talk to Jake later, Rohan had needed his help and he was hoping they could expand a bit more on it. Frankie blew a tuft of his hair away from his face as he went and sat down next to Rohan. “ Well if he hadn’t wanted any company he certainly has it now. I actually wanted to pick your brain etoday on how soon you may want me to start on what we were discussing earlier Rohan. These things take time and I’m more than willing to start on it today so that the experimentations run their course. He’d almost not noticed Connie sitting near them, so focused on Rohan as he was, but her question caught his ear. ‘I’m with Connie on this one. Can we view the head? Can we [i]work[/i] on the head? I may be able to help grant it some semblance of life and it can tell us how it came to be.”