<div style="text-align: center"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(136, 80, 213)"><span style="font-size: 26px"><span style="font-family: 'Bad Script', 'cursive'">Mystera</span></span></span><br/>
<span style="font-family: 'Didact Gothic', 'sans-serif'">@ Professor Ianice Classroom.<br/>
w/ Professor Ianice Class.<br/>
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Carrying Beauvilliers rosary and sack with books.</span>​</div><br/><span style="font-family: 'Didact Gothic', 'sans-serif'"><span style="font-size: 15px">Mystera continued to play with her rosary upon waiting for her round of interviews. She had wondered, upon listening to the hushed conversations offered by both professors, who they may be. Were they from the White Castle? Specifically, the male who offered but a cautious sentiment in the direction of Mystera. She closed her eyes to once more hear her beloved twin sisters' whispers... but they were swiftly interrupted as swiftly as they came as she heard a familiar voice once more sit in front of her.<br/>
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Her eyes opened once more, and they met the strange womans' in front of her. This... Annie, sure was an eager woman. She found this to be cautious, but perhaps this was but her nature. Those who were eager to involve themselves with strangers were also to be treated with the highest degree of caution, to her opinion.<br/>
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She certainly showed manners, and Mystera did appreciate the aforementioned apology. She nodded in her direction, then glanced down at her lap as she finished what she wished to say.</span><br/>
</span><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(136, 80, 213)"><span style="font-family: 'Didact Gothic', 'sans-serif'"><span style="font-size: 15px">"I am known as... Mystera, within these walls." </span></span></span><span style="font-family: 'Didact Gothic', 'sans-serif'"><span style="font-size: 15px">She paused after this unveil, before glancing back over at the girl after her melancholic voice echoed in her direction. She tilted her head, and there was an awkward silence before she spoke... </span><br/>
</span><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(136, 80, 213)"><span style="font-family: 'Didact Gothic', 'sans-serif'"><span style="font-size: 15px">"Does thou blindly approach what light shines?" </span></span></span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(255, 255, 255)"><span style="font-family: 'Didact Gothic', 'sans-serif'"><span style="font-size: 15px">She asked as she fiddled her rosary in her palms.</span></span></span>