Location: the Feasting Hall -> The Dungeon
Grimoire: Skills:
Connie said. Her response was primarily to Cassie, but since she wasn’t the only one interested in joining it didn’t entirely matter. Cassie had
asked though.
Connie’s attention then turned to Willow.
“Of course.” It would be ridiculous to keep from Willow, her roommate, if the head belonged to Pancho. The three of them were roommates. If this was a potential threat, Willow needed to know.
“I’d be happy to help later, too,” she confirmed.
Connie attempted to keep her annoyance at Barty to herself. The pair of them could get along, but it was always like this. A little snippy. She ignored most of what he said.
“It is as if you think I haven’t been working on the problem all day.” She wanted to say more. Wanted to call him an ass, she was very proud of herself for not saying any of that.
She started walking. Down into the dungeons. Connie had asked Finley specifically because of two reasons. First, Finley had told Connie that they owed her a favor for her assistance when Finley first started attending the school. Second, because it skirted the issue of Barty. She found some amusement in him still deciding to join.
As the darkness grew, Connie removed from her bag a flashlight and flicked it on.
“I almost stopped carrying this. Glad I still have it. As for what is down here. Generally nothing good. I remember some years ago coming down here on a dare with a couple of others. We heard some weird noises, and definitely got chased by something. Some students use the space for doing unauthorized experiments. The space is highly magical and liminal in nature. Too bad I don’t also have some rope.” She didn’t elaborate on
why she carried it in the first place, or what may have driven her desire to remove it from her person. She shined the flashlight first one way and then the other. Connie almost asked if Barty happened to carry rope with him, but she did not. Connie frowned and considered shifting herself into a Bloodhound. Her knowledge of dogs was not as strong as her knowledge of birds. She should spend some time studying the anatomy of a dog that could be useful in such situations.
“Finley, Dysphoria, which way should we go?” Connie was proud of herself. Her voice didn’t shake and stayed a normal tone, it didn’t go into a whisper despite feeling that was the appropriate thing to do at this point.
Location: the Feasting Hall -> The Dungeon
Grimoire: Fae Magic
Skills: Hunting
Finley was a little sad that Nicholas and Callaghan were not joining for the adventure into the dungeons. Most of the others would be joining too. The sweet little moth was not one of them, tragic. At least Baty was joining. Though, Barty seemed particularly irritated with Constance at the moment so he was surprised.
They followed Constance as the young woman walked to the dungeons. They went down stairs and just as Finley was about to consider making light with their illusions Constance turned on an electric torch. It was bright, but limited, only illuminating in the direction it was being pointed in. Finley pulled some of their nature detritus out and snapped one of the sticks. Light glowed and lifted into the air. Several small balls spread out around them providing more illumination.
Constance's question about direction caused Finley to pause and sniff at the air. They looked at Frankie and Jake in turn, stepping close into personal space and breathing deeply. Finley grinned at them both.
“Oh you two have been playing indeed. Delightful” Their smile was absolutely feral, and they took another long wiff of them both.
“Delicious.”Finley sighed and looked at Constance, before saying,
“The smell of blood is heavy here, more is that way.” They pointed down the hall and started walking leading the way. Their illusion lights following them.
“Ooooh, playing with blood? And they did not invite us? How ru-” Dysphoria's teasing fell away as their tongue flickered out. They cocked their head and swiveled between Frankie and Jake.
“Did you two play here? The blood further down smells like the blood you are soaked in. Did you hunt? Did you chase something into this strange place beneath the ground and devour it? Darling, can we do this? It sounds very fun.” Finley clicked their tongue.
“I will forgive Jake as he does not know us, but Franklin, you should know better than to have a party with blood without me. Yes, my dearest, that does sound fun. We shall have to arrange that.” They sighed wistfully, their fingers on one hand intertwined with a tendril.
The tendril traced the edges of Finley's fingernail.
“Yes, we shall have the science boy find us something. Something we can chase, something we can taste, something yummy with its heart still beating when our fangs break flesh.” Dysphoria cooed, shivering with the excitement of a future hunt.
“But what did you play with? What did you two hunt?” 
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