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</div></div><div style="margin:auto;max-width:320px; padding: 0 10px; font-size:18px; color:#666666; font-family:book antigua; text-align:center">» <i><b><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(102,102,102)">Wisteria Crowther</span> -- <span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(102, 102, 102)"> the clairvoyent.</span></b></i></div><div style="margin:auto;max-width:410px; padding: 0 10px; font-size:11px; font-family:georgia; text-align:justify"><br/>
<div style="text-align: center"><b>Mood:</b> <i>Unsure.</i> || <b>Location:</b> <i>Near the school.</i> <br/>
<b>Mentions:</b> <i>None.</i> || <b>Interactions:</b> <i>Mue.</i><br/>
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Wisteria blinked at Mue's explanation -- a little perturbed yet amused at her friend's quip. Using a wand to catch scrappy animals seemed a little silly whenever magic was usually displayed as an act of granduer. However, life in Ashburn tended to be anything but glamorous. Survival was the most important aspect; and not how flawlessly you could perform a spell. <br/>
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As Mue continued with her small speech about learning from books, Wisteria nodded along. It was easy to say her friend was the most movitated amongst her class. It didn't take a genius to see when she was constantly mentioning her interest in learning new topics about magic. <br/>
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When the mirth faded from the younger girl's voice, Wisteria lost her own smile. The question, once posed, had her tilting her head in question. She acknowledged the words with a nod, her expression growing more and more unsure. <br/>
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The thought of speaking to her mother about leaving the village had her shifting, palms growing sweaty at the mere thought. Mue's suggestion of being unable to leave without her had her ducking her head, not really sure what to say. The divide between staying with her mother and ensuring her friend had a successful future was a hard decision to deal with.<br/>
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"Okay," She found herself murmuring, reaching out for Mue's hand and turning on her heel to go collect her basket a few feet away. "Let's go speak to my ma. She'll know how to get those instructors to notice you... and maybe what I should do as well." </div></div></div>