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[color=#CCCCFF]Location:[/color] The Feasting Hall
[color=#CCCCFF]Grimoire:[/color] N/A
[color=#CCCCFF]Skills:[/color] N/A
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Willow decided that risotto was her new favorite food, as she took a few more bites of the delicious food. It reminded her of creamy arroz con coco, but creamier and richer, and savory, and earthy with those mushrooms in the dish. The vegetable side dish was also interesting, the long stalky vegetable had been roasted and had this char on it that was delicious. 

She heard snippets of the conversation around her and did perk up as the books they found would help, but did hear Barty's comment and blushed a bit. [color=#CCCCFF]"Ah, I wasn't thinking when I said that. But I am glad to hear that those books will help, though I really don't want to read the journal alone. Nearly passing out once because of it was enough, thank you very much. Though I hope the charms will help. I really don't want to see those eyes again."[/color] Willow shuddered at the memory of the eyes all over the library.

Willow finally cut into the wellington and took a bite... and froze. Something was wrong. The meat was unlike anything she had tasted before in her life, lean, gamey, much like what she was use to in the jungle. However she felt like she was wrapped up in chains, frozen, constricting her movements and binding her in place. She had felt this once before in her life, just once. 

As soon as it came on, it was gone, and Willow could move again and she nearly jolted from her seat. [color=#CCCCFF]"W...what is that made out of?"[/color] There was the trace of fear on her face to those closest to her, as she dared not eat another bite of the strange meat. Everything else around her was purged from her mind as she recovered from that brief moment.