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[color=8a9a5b]Location:[/color] Hall of Ancients, Strange Academy
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Barty raised his eyebrow at the name Jake had managed to stumble out. His jaw tensed as his mind raced at what the punishment should be for such a crime. Sure he’d done it to the half-wit witch who dared to wield a similar magick to him with about as much finesse and love for the craft as a new born foal attempting to walk. [color=8a9a5b]”A valiant effort indeed. Now we needs only use our heads and think before such efforts are wasted once more in the future. We are Witches, we use our wit to survive and press on, not brute force.”[/color] Cassie joined in on the distortion of his name, of the one thing he still held from his past, always changing yet remaining the same as old language became lost to time, shaping itself to survive like he and his brother had. If they couldn’t mind their tongues, he’d mind it for them. He pulled out a small container that held several cigarettes, though it was different from the one he’d usually pull out, more celebratory in appearance. Barty slipped out a cigarette from the container, sliding it back into his pocket, before placing the drug between his lips and holding it there as he fished out his lighter. He lit one end, taking in a breath as the heat washed over the mossy filter, burning at the sandalwood, allspice, thyme, and rosemary within the paper tube. He felt his magic wash over him, filling his lungs deeply as he held it in, taking the properties that aided in luck while influencing the ones for desire with his will. 

Barty took a step forward, letting the smoke wash over both Jake and Cassie, cursing them, so that everytime they said his name incorrectly, they would bite their tongues on it so the sound couldn’t be uttered out. [color=8a9a5b]” Don’t mind if I take a quick smoke while we’re down here do you all? Helps calm the nerves.”[/color] It smelled less like a cigarette and more like incense one would burn to help calm an area. Ye Olde Vape practically. As Cassie revealed the head behind the paper wall, Barty clicked his tongue in recognition. [color=8a9a5b]”Oooooo. [i]Him. That’s[/i] Pedrito. Didn’t even last a day…’[/color] He took another long drag of his cigarette as he looked on at the Witch who came for a promise and left without his life, as so many witches had done before them. Barty barely acknowledged Franklin, but it was clear who he was talking to as he stared at the head. [color=8a9a5b]”You, figure out what you can about this death, I wish to know what befell our fellow man so that we may better guard ourselves in the event…”[/color] There wouldn’t dare be a Witch Hunter within the school would there? Then again…Barty looked at Jake pointedly before taking a step back to allow Franklin some room to work.

Franklin nearly jumped as he was commanded to do something he was already planning to. But he knew better than to try and cross the twins. Connie could dance that line, but they cared for her in a weird way that they didn’t him. So he kneeled next to the head, taking in the information that he could as he worked out what little information he could without his lab or other pieces. 

“It seems Rohan isn’t far off. Based on the heady temp, and the lack of insects that are present amongst his flesh or otherwise, I’d say a few hours…maybe within the last day. But it’s been very recent…as for how he died, it’s hard to say really. I would need to take the head back to the slab and see it with the rest of the parts. Compare injuries, bruising, a whole mess of work to determine what killed him and what was simply dismemberment. But that does mean that the pieces in my lab are his. Same coloration, temp, everything from what I can tell.”