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[color=#663399]Location:[/color] The Neverish, Strange Academy
[color=#663399]Grimore:[/color] Find Familiar; 
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The space around Rohan seemed electric, tense with some unnamed entity. As the group started to inch forward, Annika’s eyes scanned the surrounding forest. It didn’t seem wrong to her, but she hadn’t seen this Rohan alert yet. Was this normal behaviour for him? Or something they all needed to be healthily aware of? Annika stepped closer to Rohan, looking over at him.

[color=#663399]”What’s wrong?”[/color]

Once the group reached the cabin, Annika took in its surrounding structure. It was simply built, but Annika figured it was sturdy enough to withstand nature’s temperament. Nochella hovered at the door, pacing back and forth until Finley opened it. Nochella raced inside, quickly disappearing from view (which was interesting considering the home had only one room). Annika wasn’t concerned. Noch constantly explored and disappeared. She had gone weeks in the Everdark without ever seeing Nochella, only for the cat to appear on Annika’s headboard or lying by the fire. This behaviour was nothing new; besides, Noch seemed content to Annika. 


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[color=#B22222]Location:[/color] Mikkail’s Sitting Room, Strange Academy
[color=#B22222]Grimore:[/color] Predatory Instinct; Dragonic Morphing; Hunter’s Mark
[color=#B22222]Skills:[/color] History
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Cal cocked his head at Nicholas’ request. He frowned. Cal’s eyes drifted to the ice shard wedge that had penetrated the wall behind when Nick had been standing. His own shoulder throbbed from the memory of it, but it was nothing now. A combination of Barty’s magic with Cal’s own enhanced healing aided in the dragon’s well-being. He shook his head and nodded at Nick.

[color=#B22222]”Of course. Look after them, and a favour from me you will be owed.”[/color] He bowed his head slightly, out of respect and thanks, before Cal refocused on Willow. His nose twitched from the herbs Barty was reapplying to Willow’s wound, and he sneezed. 

Cal growled at Barty, not happy with the witch’s tone or words. [color=#B22222]”I will not have more of my coven come to harm because of that [i]thing[/i].”[/color] If his professor entrusted him with this task, then Cal would carry it through. He would glean what he could out of the wretched journal before he removed its vile filth from the earth. 

The sound of a voice that had remained absent for too long finally entered the conversation. Cal shifted his attention to Cassie and walked over. He stood near her awkwardly, assessing his position before he knelt down. Cal looked at the missing hand before he rested a hand on Cassie’s thigh and met her eyes. 

[color=#B22222]”Forgive me.”[/color] He scooped the girl into his arms and carried her over to Willow before he set Cassie down next to her friend. He leaned forward and kissed Cassie’s forehead before he stepped back, just as Jake entered the room. 

Cal tensed as the strange boy reached the wounded of his coven. His eyes narrowed as he watched Jake fade slightly before his magic filled the space. Cal shifted his stance, half-blocking his two weakened coven members, but whatever occurred next led to more of Willow’s healing. He relaxed for only half a second when the boy spoke Gaelic. Fire erupted in Cal’s eyes. Only he knew of the twins speaking that language. Perhaps a few professors. But now this creature spoke to them in a language Cal considered sacred.

[color=#B22222]”What did he say?”[/color] Cal demanded, his fiery gaze trained on Nicholas. Cal remained standing in front of Willow and Cassie, refusing to let anyone closer to them. He could consent to Connie taking them to Ravoux, but no one else. Not now.