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Raven didn’t like being called to Grimm’s office as it usually meant that the headmaster had wished to talk to her about her destiny. Sure, she had agreed to sign the storybook of legends as it meant her friends would have a good life but deep down she’d been glad that the book was a fake and she had longer to buy her time….thankfully the talk wasn’t about the older man finding the real book, he just wanted to commend Raven on her latest home evil-nomics hexam telling her how she’d make a good evil queen yet. Rolling her eyes, she made her way out toward one of the balconies and looked up at the early evening sky where stars were just starting to sparkle.
"I wish that I could have any other destiny but mine," she spoke with a sigh before she re-opened her eyes suddenly feeling a tingling in her hand.
What the Hex, she thought to herself as suddenly before her eyes her hand began to turn to wood.