[hr][hr][center][img]https://img.roleplayerguild.com/prod/users/01989753-c0d4-751e-94b6-ac932f65638b.webp[/img][hr][@Achronum][@Trainerblue192][@Morose][@Blizz][@Kirah][@PatientBean][@KazAlkemi][@kittyluna45][hr][h3][color=5B8B64][b]Dinner - Fri. Nov. 1st, 2040 [/b][/color][/h3][/center][hr][hider=Tonight’s Menu][list][*]Main: Meat Wellington 
[*]Sides: [list][*]Frisée salad with poached egg 
[*]Creamy mushroom risotto 
[*]Roasted asparagus [/list]
[*]Dessert: Vanilla panna cotta [/list][/hider]

The three magpies offered no response to Rohan, remaining silent and content in their newfound nest. Two of them were awake and alert, their heads moving as the conversation flowed between the two tables, attracted to the source of sound. The third, however, had its eyes closed and its head tucked in, falling asleep on top of Rohan's head. His stillness had clearly endeared himself to the magpies, and the sense would overcome him that if he were to move, the spell would shatter, and the birds would fly, crying out as they fled. One of the awake birds pecked at his ear, and tilted its head in curiosity, as if surprised by the taste. 

In that way, the magpie was not too dissimilar to the students in the hall confused by the wellington. 

Dinner was beginning to come to a close, the first students trickling out having eaten their fill. More hushed conversations could be heard, discussion of the head and its meaning - whether it was a nasty new punishment Croan had devised for his students or simply a misplaced project from the necromancy lab. At any rate, the students in the Coven system were not the only ones interested in it, and should any of them be interested in investigation, now would be the ideal chance to do so - before the entire school swarmed the dungeons, inadvertently trampling over any evidence with shoddy spells and ambitions.