<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 fiddle with her rosary as Asterrio gazed at her reassuringly. She did start to slightly blush before glancing once more down to her lap. She continued to listen to Ian - surprised that she, in-fact, was even being considered with this scholarship. But Mystera preferred to remain an enigmatic presence. It was due to this she was successfully able to forge her documents under Mystera, as no-one here knew who she truly current was. <br/>
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Her eyes trailed from her trusted Asterrio to Professor Ianice, and she spoke... </span><br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(160, 115, 221)"><span style="font-size: 15px">"...Mystera Beauvilliers." </span></span><span style="font-size: 15px">She spoke, her French accent coming through her words as she spoke exactly to what was on her academic transcripts. She did lean forward, though, offering a strange smile to the Professor... </span><br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(160, 115, 221)"><span style="font-size: 15px">"What is your real name?" </span></span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(255, 255, 255)"><span style="font-size: 15px">She tilted her head upon asking, curious of this man she was supposed to allow to advocate for her.</span></span></span>