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[color=8a9a5b]Location:[/color] Hall of Ancients, Strange Academy
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Barty simply sighed. Jake was far too much and talked more than any normal person should. It was absolutely insane how someone with so little going on inside of their head could have so much to say with so little meat to any of it. He would sooner find a more meaningful string of sentences out of a Dr. Suess book. Cassie didn’t help either, bringing up the idea of having a spa day in which they could all sit in a circle and do each others nails as they talked about their feelings. Disgusting. He did find her quip rather amusing, though factually incorrect. [color=8a9a5b]”I can agree. Something nasty was added to your drink, both when you conjured up that sickly sweet pink beverage for something as hearty as a wellington, as well as when you decided to spit into it yourself before drinking more of the contents. It’s a wellington, not tenders and fries. Try a nice stout with it, something chocolatey and rich with a smooth flavour, you’ll find it compliments it better. At any rate, do as you wish far be it from me to try and educate those who don't wish to learn.”[/color] Barty cut into his food, taking in the first bite of his food as his brother's mind entered his own. [color=8a9a5b][i]A single head found in the dark dungeons of this place is hardly a reason to fret. A student probably got too cocky with their spellwork and did themselves in. You know how it is, they think because they’ve mastered the most basic of principles that suddenly they can take on any spell they wish to use, when in truth they don't understand the first thing about how magic works or is formed.[/i][/color] 

They were right about one thing however, this meal was a tad strange. The game meat didn’t lend itself well into the wellington they provided, not to the tastes he’d grown accustomed to over the centuries that is. But there was a tinge of nostalgia to be had for it, a taste of home and the meals one would make when they were merely a lad. Barty decided he didn’t care if it was unusual for the choice of meat, he liked the meal all the same. A taste of the past, of his memories. [color=8a9a5b][i]I see nothing magical about that girl, and can only assumed this blonde haired bimbo is wishing to get the better of Cal’s attention. Call it a hunch. Nevertheless, I’m not one to shy away from an opportunity to put others within our debt.[/i][/color] Barty looked over towards Connie, taking a sip of his stout to help swallow the food before finally speaking. [color=8a9a5b]”If only you know an enchanter who could aid a poor forgetful witch in her quest to recall information about a head you so dearly wish to see. Connie, you know all you need to is ask and I could aid you in your quest for knowledge. Just say the word and I can use my magic to the best of my abilities to help you, even if she can’t recall, I have a spell to help you locate what you are looking for regardless. Either way I’m of use.”[/color] He offered her a smile as he cut into more of the food, taking a careful bite. 


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“I hope she is feeling unhinged. The more we can uncover the better we can learn and grow from our mysteries. Already I’ve thought of different applications for the way we had felt in that room, that energy coursing through us. But class aside, both that pitch and samples of you should help. It’ll let me see the way that your magic interacts with things while also seeing the base of it and how they may differ, if they differ at all. I have several working theories already but can’t really do much of anything till then.”

Frankie looked over towards Annika, a pensive look upon his face as he tried his best to consider her question. It was difficult to know given this was all their first foray into the place. “I suggest medical supplies in the event of injury. A light source of some kind, perhaps both one that runs on oxygen and another that runs on electricity should we find ourselves in a position where we need to conserve air to breathe. A weapon in the event of some dwelling creatures who may attack, and most importantly I recommend you bring your wits about you. Who knows what we are going to see in there. Oh and food obviously.” He waved away Cal’s concern for their need for tact. He didn’t need tact he needed answers, and Cal’s way would have them talking for hours before they eventually got the information or distracted enough for clothes to come off. “Oh…I hadn’t realized your covenmate was missing. That was the…boy with the strange creatures made of various materials right? Come to think of it, I don’t think he came to the Haven either, did he? Nicholas, Barty, did you two invite him that night?”