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[color=#CCCCFF]Location:[/color] Dorm Room - Professor Mikkail's Sitting Room
[color=#CCCCFF]Grimoire:[/color] N/A
[color=#CCCCFF]Skills:[/color] N/A
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Willow didn't feel great about hearing what Nicky and Cal had discovered when they had investigated the book. Eyes. Just like she had seen when she had investigated the book, but they hadn't heard the voices or the screaming. Maybe... maybe that woman. The one she kept seeing being burned. Could that be the entity in the journal? Willow had seen her twice now, she had to be connected in some way.

She looked back over to the blackboard and let Luna look back over the words once more and shook her head. She truly had no answer for them there, and dared not look deep into them, not with her egg this morning. She already was going to have to cleanse herself once, who knew what else she was going to have to do if she delved too deep.

[color=#CCCCFF]"Do we still not have an idea of the language yet? Or are we still stuck with no translation and no clues beyond it being there to almost taunt us?"[/color] Willow sighed as she and Luna looked it over more, before turning Nicky.

Right as she was about to answer him, Cassie spilled her magic out and into the journal. She watched as the journal was taking and taking from her friend and gasped as she realized that this wasn't going to end well, but before anyone else could stop her...

The shattering of glass filled her room and Willow could hear the pieces whizzing around. [hider=Uh-oh.] She gasped as she felt something dig into her shoulder and when Luna looked over there was a long piece of glass like magic, five feet in length, dug into her shoulder, with bright crimson blood dripping down and onto the floor. [i]Drip... drip... drip...[/i] Each drop seemed to echo to Willow, before she looked over to see that Cassie was on the ground having lost her hand, and Cal was tending to her.[/hider]

She stood there, still stunned as the sound of dripping continued, with her unsure of what to do as she slumped onto the couch a bit. She knew better than to try to remove it. [color=#CCCCFF]"Ah... what... what an inopportune time to be the hunted, dear Cal."[/color] She finally muttered out, clearly in a bit of shock.