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Cassie felt cold despite the warmth of her room. When she went to bed Rohan and Cal were not there. She almost preferred it. Rohan had seen her at a low moment and she didn't want Cal's opinion of her dipping any more than it already had. What comfort was there was with Jake, who had made it clear he wanted to be near her to protect her and the others. Though she figured Cal and Rohan could take care of themselves easily, she knew it was more for Jake's benefit than anything else. So she welcomed his presence. She was cautious to offer him a place next to her in her own bed, but Jake seemed comfortable sitting down on the side and resting his head against her mattress. So, tentatively aware of the darkness that permeated the school and the force that had ended Pedrito's life, Cassie attempted sleep.

And when sleep happens, so do dreams.

[i]The lights burned in their brightness and applause filled the air. The stale scent of popcorn and sweat mingled in the dingy atmosphere, the fading colors and patchwork on a pinstripe tent speaking to rushed set ups and hasty exits. The stage bucklesd as Cassie took her place, the magician's sultry assistant, next to his table. Jake beamed as he helds his thumbs up, a microphone headset on backwards and a clipboard somehow dangling from his ear. Whispers ran through an empty theater, only Nicholas and Barty there to watch. 

Frankie, the Magician, stumbled into view with wild hair and wild eyes and mouth stitched shut. They begin their act and through it all, the twins are unamused and demanding. Demanding more emotion, more energy, more life in their performance and they simply cannot. Every demand splashes grey across Frankie's flesh and Cassie's outfit trays a bit more at the edge. Cassie climbed into Frankie's box and his saw screams as it cuts through her flesh, tearing her into pieces as the box fades away into plumes of smoke until only hear head remains. 

The twins are unsatisfied with their performance.[/i]

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Cassie woke up with a start, catching her breath as her hands reached for her neck. She was in one piece, but the chill of the dream sunk into her veins. What did it mean? Was it a prophecy? Or was it the nightmare of the night before invading her mind?

Jake was awake also and said goodbye about a million times before he headed out. Despite the foreboding sense she felt, she was also warmed by his kindness. She got ready and dressed in a dark plaid dress with a white sweater underneath and black boots. As she made her way out to head to Professor Mikkail's room she ran into Cal. Her heart, while normally would have fluttered, remained steadfast. He had surely heard of what happened last night and she didn't really want to rehash it. So she walked and he followed her step.

As they made their way over Cal handed her something. She took it and noticed it was a journal. He confided that he, Willow, and Nick had all struggled to make any headway with it and that her and her magic may be the best way forward. She was hesitant hearing that it was partly Nick's idea and she wondered what horrors would happen at his hand if she attempted it, but she didn't feel Cal would want harm to come to her.

[color=CCA1A1]"I don't know. Chaos magic is inherently...well...chaotic. I guess it makes sense that chaos be met with chaos, but it could cause further danger. I mean, look what happened to Willow."[/color] She didn't want to be reeling on the ground if she could help it. But if it was the only way...

[color=CCA1A1]"I can give it a try. But if it looks like my head is going to explode please pull me out quickly."[/color]

She entered Mikkail's sitting room and clocked that Nick was already in. Her stomach twisted as she recalled his brother's words and antics last night. But, if she was going to do this with the journal, she could be cordial. [color=CCA1A1]"Hello Nicholas. Hope you had a good night."[/color] She left it at that as she took a seat, still holding the journal.