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[clio-of-hesiod]

The Maze of the Minotaur () [The Magnifiques + Magnifico]

In which the Magnifiques successfully summon something from a book...[takes place: February 12]

@enchantedtomeet-giselle, @blight-magic, @devyn-morey, @ariel-the-undiscovered, @king-magnifico

[tw -- none]

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KLEO: Kleo finished lighting the candles around the classroom that they had checked out for their study group. Technically, spellwork wasn’t allowed and, usually, Kleo was someone who followed the rules but--well, where else were they supposed to attempt this? 

They weren’t doing anything too dangerous. If this worked, they’d be pulling a pen that could become a sword from the book that was laid out in the center of the table. Nothing too big. Or even dangerous. 

And it was going to work. Kleo was sure of it. 

The final candle was lit and Kleo rejoined everyone at the circular table in the middle of the room. On it, five jars of memories faded in and out, like they were breathing. They were nothing more than smoke, but if you looked carefully, you could catch flashes of that strange, Grecian world. The one where Linnet had been her sister. Strange. Untrue. 

“Okay, are we all ready?” she asked as she took up her place in front of her jar and reached to take the hands of those standing next to her, closing the circle.  

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[link here]

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[clio-of-hesiod]

Magnifique Brainstorming () [The Magnifiques]

In which the Magnifiques get to studying after a chastising by Professor Sanchez at the beginning of the semester...[takes place: evening January 6th]

@enchantedtomeet-giselle, @devyn-morey, @ariel-the-undiscovered, @blight-magic

[cw -- none]

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AMITY: Amity’s head felt like it was filled with broken glass. 

The feeling had started as a weird fuzz around her face during Professor Sanchez’s speech as if her ears were stuffed with cotton. Then, her heart rate had steadily risen as the rest of her muscles became leaden and heavy. She had clenched her fists, digging her fingernails deep into her palms, unable to uncurl them. By the end of it, she couldn’t tell what Professor Sanchez had said at all. But the details didn’t matter.

The point was– he thought they were failing him. Half a semester, wasted. He was losing faith. 

And Amity couldn’t lose this.

So she sprung into action, booked the study room, and told everyone to be there during the appointed time. No time to panic. They could still fix this, they could turn it around– they just needed a plan. 

Now all the Magnifiques were assembled. Amity hadn’t sat down. She was gnawing on the side of her thumb, staring at a whiteboard she’d brought into the study room. 

“We need ideas,” she said. “Any ideas– all ideas. Good ideas.” 

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[link here]

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