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[color=D8BFD8]Location:[/color] The Dungeon
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[color=D8BFD8] “As for the others,”[/color] Connie addressed Jake. [color=D8BFD8] “I will speak with Willow. We are roommates. She wanted an update about this anyway. So when I go back to my room, I will inform her of everything we learn.”[/color] At least it seemed that Barty was taking this seriously now. That was nice. 

Connie reached over and patted Cassie’s shoulder, just once, and very softly, quickly drawing her hand back. It was clear she had only done it in an attempt to comfort Cassie; she didn’t seem to think it was a good way to comfort someone. [color=D8BFD8] “We will figure this out,”[/color] she said, trying to reassure her. 
What Rohan had said about her magic had finally caught up to her. She stared at him for a moment. 

[color=D8BFD8] “What do you mean, what is off?”[/color] She knew that her powers were a divine gift to her bloodline, which is why Finley had told her she smelled like a church when they first met. Connie didn’t particularly believe the story, but her magic worked, and people who could sense particulars like that claimed her magic was of divine origin, so she had no reason not to believe that. But what Rohan had specifically said was that there was something [i]else[/i] coming off of her like her magic.

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[color=f14a83]Location:[/color] The Dungeon
[color=f14a83]Grimoire:[/color] Fae Magic
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Finley kept an eye out as the group made their way back. They did not engage in the conversations. Uninterested in the chatter of whether they should inform the others or not. They led the way back to the stairs and out of the school's dungeons. Finley was literally skipping once they had exited the dungeon. 

Finley was both excited and nervous about what would soon happen. Riding the blood. Their fingers caressed a tendril from Dysphoria, bringing it to their lips for a soft kiss. They wondered if the usual potential for riding too far and too deep was still possible for them. They had not ridden the blood of a death since before... Well, before Dysphoria had joined them.