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[color=D8BFD8]Location:[/color] Dorm -> entrance to The Statue of Ardyon’s room
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Connie had been thankful upon leaving Frankie’s lab. She was concerned about the potential threat to the school at large. She hadn’t known Pedro well enough to be emotionally attached. Returning to the room she and Willow discussed the outcome of the search for the rumored head. Willow also discussed some of her concerns with Connie, ending with Connie agreeing to help with the egg. 

Lucky for Connie she did not tend to have dreams, let alone prophetic ones. Her sleep was therefore unbothered. She woke early, as was her usual way of things. Those early hours were spent studying. It was much easier for her to study after resting. When the time to join her coven came she left early enough to be there, hopefully before their professor. She found it slightly irritating that he apparently wasn’t coming at all that day. 

It made her desire to try to turn stone to flesh slip away a little. Connie was not an impulsive person. She did not come to decisions lightly, and while she didn’t like Croan she had no desire to perform a major working like turning this statue back to flesh without him present. 

[color=D8BFD8] “Hello Jake. Good morning. Did you sleep well?”[/color] Connie spoke with practiced precision. The question was one of the standard small talk questions. Most people simply would respond yes or no, and sometimes elaborate about dreams or failing to get comfortable. [color=D8BFD8] “Did you spend any time studying? Or were you focused on Pedro?”[/color] 


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[color=f14a83]Location:[/color] Dorm -> First Gate
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Finley, when they returned to their room for the evening, curled their fingers around a tendril from their beloved Dysphoria. Sleep came easy enough for them. They did not have concerns about the death or potential danger it spelled. Things like that did not worry them. Not from innocence, but simply from not carrying. If something is strong enough to kill them in a single hit that they cannot fight back they have no chance of surviving. If something were to try to attack them and did not kill them in a single hit, it would greatly regret that choice. 

They slept through dawn, pushing the time the rose till nearly the last minute. When arriving in the labs area the smell of coffee was so overwhelming Finley considered asking Sariel if she bathed in the liquid. That was not the best way to confer the benefits of caffeine, to Finley’s knowledge, but they supposed if someone wished to, who were they to criticize such behaviors. 

Sariel’s warnings and rules made Finley feel like there was a distinct risk of just stumbling back into the Otherworld. They had less than zero desire to return to that place. Finley was not concerned about protecting themself, and they supposed they and Dysphoria could keep the others safe. Would asking Dysphoria and the other two if they’d like to keep tendrils linking them together to prevent getting lost be a good idea? If this had been the day prior Finley would have without reservations, quietly excited to see Rohan respond nervously to them. Now they were less willing to offer such a thing. Whatever spirit lived in Rohan’s blood was powerful and dangerous enough that Finley now found themselves feeling unease in his presence, not that Finley let that show. 

More distressing than anything else Sariel had said though was the request for notes. Ew. Actually gross. This would be a much better thing for Constance instead of themself. Could they switch covens? Finley wrinkled their nose. Glancing between Rohan and Annika. Franklin was good at notes like Constance. His absence would be an issue. 

[color=f14a83] “Do you think he fell asleep in his lab? Or fell to whatever being took the other young man out?”[/color] Finley had forgotten Pedro’s name. [color=f14a83] “Should we wait a few extra minutes? Or go looking?”[/color]