<div style="text-align: center"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(136, 80, 213)"><span style="font-family: 'Didact Gothic', 'sans-serif'"><span style="font-size: 26px">Mystera</span></span></span><br/>
<span style="font-family: 'Didact Gothic', 'sans-serif'">@ Meeting Spot -&gt; Lady Astea's Carriages.<br/>
Professors, Guards and Students.<br/>
Wearing <a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Fwww.pinterest.com%2Fpin%2F188095721928145596%2F&amp;hash=742caa51ef2005595d4ac014602fdd04" href="https://www.pinterest.com/pin/188095721928145596/" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">dress</a>. Hair <a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Fwww.pinterest.com%2Fpin%2F76279787424819457%2F&amp;hash=d7924b05731d2d805501948fa8f2ddbe" href="https://www.pinterest.com/pin/76279787424819457/" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">up in ponytail</a>.<br/>
Carrying Beauvilliers rosary and sack with books and Suitcase.</span>​</div><br/><span style="font-size: 15px"><span style="font-family: 'Didact Gothic', 'sans-serif'">Mystera shyly looked at the ground. Perhaps they were the individuals she had stolen this dress from? Either way, and almost immediately had a boy stepped next to her and spoke up for her. Her eyes widened, and she glanced up to the boy. She had seen him in the same classroom as earlier. She remained silent towards the stranger, and stared down at the ground once more.</span><br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(204, 0, 204)"><span style="font-family: 'Didact Gothic', 'sans-serif'"><i>"Another trails oh so silently, my love..."</i></span></span></span><br/><br/><span style="font-family: 'Didact Gothic', 'sans-serif'"><span style="font-size: 15px">She felt her tattoo burn as Anais once more lingered -- communicating silently with Mystera. She glimpsed over her shoulder, noticing the green girl from earlier. She was <i>sneaking</i> into the wagons spawned to transport the group? She remained silent, though, and glanced over to the boy once more. She wanted to speak, but she could not find the words. How kind he was to have stuck up for her. <br/>
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Then came the chatty girl from earlier. Annie, she recalled. She was with a taller male that she called "Raph," and she wondered if the two were related due to their similarities in appearance. She watched this interaction before turning her gaze towards Professor Ianice who have the signal for all students to board.<br/>
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They were all then herded into the wagons from which they were to ride to the illustrious White Castle. Mystera chose to sit in the back. She was actually interested in this green girl, and her story. She hugged onto a couple of her books and stared at the road ahead of her, deciding to stay silent once more. Her eyes did peek over at Dayyan, though. She could feel her cheeks warm as Lady Astrea seemed to be preoccupied with the chatty girl she met from the same classroom earlier.<br/>
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She then turned her gaze over her shoulder... she wondered why the green girl was hiding. She had assumed she was interviewed, no? Regardless, she had already spotted her and recognized where she was hiding. It had seemed Mystera was the <i>only </i>one to have done so. Yet, she decided not to say much of anything. Mystera, too, had her reasons to hide...<br/>
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She was still holding onto her suitcase as well, not having decided where to pack it. She decided to rest it against the blanket of the green goblin... but with it, she left a single pastry for the girl to eat before nudging it against the blanket and taking her seat.</span></span>