<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/ Strangers, Professor Ianice, Professor Asterrio + Annie.<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 heard an unfamiliar voice, albeit she did not recognize if it was in her direction as her eyes were not meeting that of the other soul. It was not her intention to be rude, however as many who knew Mystera intimately well would understand - she was not always... <i>there.</i><br/>
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After a moment of pause, the soul in front of her adjusted her body to now face Mystera. The squeaking of chairs suggested such, which brought Mystera's eyes to the girl in front of her. She spoke with a strange accent - one she would only ever understand from the farmlands abound. But, Mystera was the last to judge. Magic came from everywhere, and certainly did not discriminate.</span><br/>
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Another awkward pause as Mystera tilted her head, then parted her lips in anticipation of answering the girls' question. However, she was too late -- for the girl was called elsewhere by Professor Ianice.<br/>
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Mystera's gaze turned towards Ianices' direction, and a faint smile returned to her features. Once more her eyes gazed upon... Annie. Or so she said was her alias. She nodded in respects as she left her seat to approach Professor Ianice.<br/>
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She then glanced down at the ground, and began to fiddle with her rosary once more in silence.</span>