<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'">@ Professor Ianice Classroom.<br/>
w/ Professor Ianice Class.<br/>
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Carrying Beauvilliers rosary and sack with books.<br/>
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While listening to the interaction between the professors in front of her, Mystera gazed down at her lap once more. But she did peek at the individual whose introduction did not yet meet her own. She nearly forgot the man was sitting there. Certainly, a quiet specter to take into consideration. Yet she only offered a glimpse towards him, remaining silent as the two men spoke amongst themselves... oddly as if Mystera were not there but was akin to this specter of a man -- admittedly attractive towards Mystera.<br/>
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She was then spoken to once more by Professor Ianice. Though she had noticed a hint of sadness in his intonation that subtly enticed Mystera -- especially with the sad smile concluding what he had said. With that, though, Mystera sighed. She could show him some of her abilities... but not unveil what Mystera could truly do. So she gently set down her sack full of her books on the table in front of her.<br/>
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Silently, yet gracefully, Mystera stood and nodded towards Professor Ianice. She turned and walked towards the only door coming into the classroom. Gently closing it, she turned its' latch to lock it before glancing towards the Professors. With one palm still on the door handle, she raised her other and extended her fingers in their direction.<br/>
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If one looked close enough, they could see a secondary arm caressing Mysteras' own and running up her arm as she decided to show an ounce of her power... though, Mystera's eyes went slightly misty once more as she leaned against the door now in front of her and began to immediately feel dizzy. Yet, the men would feel a sense of vibration. In-fact, the objects in front of them, including Mystera's books, would begin to vibrate. Each Professor would feel a ringing sensation in their ears and begin to accompany Mystera's own dizziness.<br/>
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<i><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(160, 115, 221)">"Thou made thyself known to those with keen eye, my love...?"</span><br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(204, 0, 204)">"Oui, my love... do not fret, as ye shall only believe it only an illusion to ye eyes."</span></i><br/>
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This would all adrupty stop as Mystera lowered her hand. The secondary arm that seemed to cradle Mystera's own also disappeared, as if it never were in existence. This was by no means a loud resort. Quiet, in-fact, as vibrations would be felt, but not necessarily heard. Only the objects being vibrated would cause such a noise.<br/>
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She gently turned the latch on the door in front of her once more and opened the door before returning to her seat and picking up her books again. She remained silent, hoping what she had shown was adequate enough.</span>​</div>