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It was a dreary Friday afternoon. Class had just let out and Cynthia was perfectly content with hiding inside somewhere while waiting for the thunderstorm to let up. She felt pretty foolish for not bringing an umbrella when she noticed it was cloudy that morning, but she thought it would blow over. Using her backpack to cover her head, she bolted for one of the bus shelters to keep the rain away while she planned where to go next.
Shaking out her backpack, she noticed some movement out of the corner of her eye. As she turned to look at who else was in the shelter with her, she felt a curious sense of familiarity looking at the figure reading the book. Yeah, something about them was just...wait, was that a spell tome?
“Morgan?!”
“Morgan it is you!” Cynthia dropped her backpack onto the ground without a second thought as she plopped down next to him to offer him a friendly side hug. “Oh boy, I’m so happy to see you! Now the Justice Cabal is nearly complete again. I know Laurent said you were here, but I just never seemed to be able to find you!”