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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>Curious.</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 felt herself deflate when Mue mentioned not being able to go back to the school. The fear her friend felt was justified; but, not something Wisteria wanted to hear her friend felt. There was a moment of silence before Mue continued, smiling softly. It was nice to see her smile -- but then Wisteria caught on to what she was saying. <br/>
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Letting out a laugh, Wisteria shook her head at the thought. <br/>
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"I don't think I could see myself leaving," She murmured, brushing her hair back before she was settling her hands on her friend's shoulders. "And I <i>especially</i> don't see myself being a student. That's been your dream and I would never leave Ashburn without knowing my mom and you were where you both wanted to be." <br/>
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Her gaze softened as Mue continued. She pulled her friend into a hug despite her usual hesitation. It was another moment before she was pulling back, eyes a little misty. <br/>
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"You're too harsh on yourself, Mue! You are such a strong person -- especially with the amount of people who don't give you the time of day." She let out a flustered sigh, shaking her head as her hands fell to her hips. "And I already told you, I'm not leaving Ashburn unless I know you're okay. We're friends. Friends stick together." <br/>
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Blinking in surprise when Mue pulled away, Wisteria startled when she revealed the wand from her bag.<br/>
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"Is it safe?" She asked her friend before she narrowed her eyes, gesturing to the wand. "And what exactly are you planning to do with that?"<br/>
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