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>"So what, you thought just cause he blew you off you'd have a license to come and harass me?"
>her glowing eyes burn a hole through your head
>normally she looked so much like Stolas, but right now she looked more like her mom
"Well... kinda. I know you've been studying on your own, and there's some formula I haven't worked out so I thought maybe..."
>her gaze doesn't waver
>in fact her eyes narrow
>you continue
"I barely even have access to that grimoire he carries around, so it's not like I can check my notes on my own either."
>"Hmph. Hard to double check the reading material when he loans it out for 29 days out of the month isn't it?"
>you look at the assorted notes on her desk
>hard to see much before she grimaces and shoves them aside, crumpling some in the process
>of course studying magic would be even harder if you had to do it on your own with whatever scraps you could find
>you frown
"Yeah..."
>you heave your three-ring binder onto the desk, making an audible thump as it lands
>"Hey, what the hell do you think you're--"
>you flip it open to a random page, the image of old papyrus imposed on manufactured printer paper
>dozens of lines of blood-red cursive written across it with a few diagrams
>along with some highlighter ink plastered over keywords and notes in the margins made by a mechanical pencil
>"Oh..."
>her starry eyes gaze down at it before snapping up to you in bitter bewilderment
"Like I said, I hardly get to hold the damn thing, so when I do I photocopy parts of it."
>"You can DO that?"
"Why not?"
>"It just... it never really occurred to me."
"So what do you say? Need some tutoring? Cause I sure as hell do."
>that glare of hers seems to soften, just a little
>time to sweeten the deal
"I'll order pizza."
>"You know we have a chef here, right?"
"True, but I bet he can't make a meat-lover's."
>she looks at the thick three ring binder with a furrowed brow
>"... Okay. But I want rat meat on my half."
>you wince
>fucking owls, man