<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/7f/3edc100a1332833afa55bfe2ed9c3a7b.jpg)</div><strong>Name: </strong>Amelia 'Mimi' Whately (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=330468.msg15785487#msg15785487)<br/><strong>Student ID: </strong>WTCH303-1890<br/><strong>Area of Study:</strong>History Witch<br/><strong>Date and Time:</strong>Thursday, September 10th | After classes<br/><strong>Location:</strong>School Bookstore<br/><strong>Tag:</strong>Closed | Helena<br/><strong>Notes:</strong>wearing (https://tse2.mm.bing.net/th?id=OIP.7yHtdCoIOLmfvhOURBQ01QHaKG&pid=Api&P=0&w=300&h=300)<br/><hr/><br/>Mimi had already checked through her particular checklist for discerning the likelihood of the book putting one or both of them in a grave or somewhere still darker and moldier. Warding spell included, but one also had to eye up the spine of the book to get a sense for the presence of mechanisms that would subtly distort the shape, one had to really drink in the smell because sometimes the chemical presence of malevolent alchemy would alter the way the five senses could perceive the book... Mimi didn't exactly trust her spellcraft alone to get the job done! At the very least it added a few more zeroes to the infinitesimal chances of a false negative in scrying out traps, which Mimi could always appreciate as a thing of statistics.<br/><br/>"That's true! Wishful thinking on my part." A giggle.<em>Bit </em>tongue in cheek there. Kinda. Mimi did like more readings, but preferred picking them out herself, not having them assigned.<br/><br/>"Would I ever have a reason to?" Mimi took the book back with a hum of thanks. Indeed, she'd been interested enough in it conceptually to consider purchase. Something about the way it was written, surprisingly au courant, with crisp diction and a lack of the more typical flowery poetic license that a lot of modern mages liked to approach their craft with. It maintained a mystique of worldly ritual about it, but read like it could have been written by some mundane professional of the non-magical world: an engineer perhaps, or a carpenter. It was so... plain. Understated. Stood out, in that way. "I don't know, I think it's compelling. Makes you feel like getting back to basics, if you get what I'm trying to say?" Enough of that, though. Mimi could digest it on her own time- having apparently decided she would indeed be buying it with her allowance of Dunwich blood money.<br/><br/>"That's... yeah, I recognize the script. Monastic alchemy or maybe just a regular guide to fermented drinks." She raised her eyebrow, put a finger to her lips to mock confidentiality. "I mean, it is college isn't it? Might as well engage your audience that way, right?" Ooh, actually, that caused a question to occur to her. Like most things did, anyways. Mimi dropped the moment of flailing away at aspirations of being charismatic and dropped into her usually zoomer timbre of voice. "What would you assign students? Like, what work do you think is most fundamental to describe your philosophy of the magical world?"<br/><br/>Huh. That one might draw them into a long-form, legalese contract's worth of a conversation. Mimi multitasked as intended- books books, dancing a finger over the spines that stuck out in a strange blocky topographies' worth of shelves, wondering how many centuries of history and lore were so casually buried in this store. She knew they spoke easier around others than most- they could've rambled to the heat death of the universe, given enough privacy.<br/><br/>"I always think about it the way Aggie puts it, I guess." If anybody else in the school called the elder Whately that to her face the History Witch would prove that she was no slouch when it came to deadly applications of the other schools of magic. "Discipline over the world. Taming it." Big words for a Mimi-tier geek.