<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 stay silent as Anne spoke to her. Her cheeks subtly would redden over the compliment over her show. If only the girl would truly understand what may have caused it. She could feel a tugging from her twin sister echoing once more in her thoughts as her eyes once more stared at the table in front of her. She was then asked about Professor Asterrio. She nodded, albeit shyly while offering a smile in her direction before she stood up and left the classroom.<br/>
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Her eyes perked up as she saw the remnants of the class leave. Her mind had wondered where the girl with green skin was, as she did see her escape from the classroom upon first entrance. She scratched her chin in thought before she heard her name requested to follow up to the front towards Professor Ianice and company.<br/>
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Once more in her demure eloquence did she stand on her feet and step towards where she was asked to -- a chair opposing the professors. For which she sat down, with one arm idly fiddling with her rosary and the other placed on her lap with her books.<br/>
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She remained in silence until she was to be spoken to. Anais was particularly silent, but she could feel her around... watching and observing to ensure the safety of Mystera. Once more idly tucking hair behind an ear, she cleared her throat while waiting, attempting to fill the awkward silence with whatever absent-minded noise.</span></span>