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Aug 1, 2017 21:09:48 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Aug 1, 2017 21:09:48 GMT -7
Diana's third year @puck - You know who this is for!
Diana wasn't known for being a 'respectful' student. Ever since first year when she intentionally mixed in the wrong ingredients in Potions. It'd just been a downward spiral since then, and Diana had never found her footing. Despite being a 'good' student, her professors trusted her about as much as they could throw her. At least her professors had had two years experience to learn how to handle her antics. This year though? Third year meant electives, which meant new teachers. Which meant they were completely unprepared. So, in Diana's usual fashion she ended up getting detention on her first day. She'd tried to be good, she really had. If it hadn't been for that dare she would have been fine! Diana never turned down a dare! So when someone had dared her to steal a book from the teacher's desk before they arrived, how could she refuse? The only thing she hadn't been counting on was the teacher walking in right then and catching her. Not before she got a good look at the book though, and despite getting in trouble her curiosity was peaked. But now she had to pay the consequences.
The rest of the class had just been dismissed, the teacher closing the door behind the departing students while Diana sat silently at her desk, watching the teacher with eyes that had turned from brown to black the moment she'd been given detention. Her eyes always turned back when she was annoyed.
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Aug 2, 2017 6:33:25 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Aug 2, 2017 6:33:25 GMT -7
Professors talked; that much was no surprise. What was surprising was how much Zytka had heard about Diana Bainbridge. The Bainbridge family itself was the source of much discussion, given that all seven children were now in Hogwarts, from the eldest, a boy in Gryffindor, to the youngest, triplets in Hufflepuff. Zytka didn’t know if Diana’s behavior – which was described as everything from disrespectful to mind-numbing – was some attempt to make up for the fact that there were six other Bainbridges competing for the professors’ attentions, or if she was just a problem child on her own, but she did know that she would not tolerate stealing in her classroom.
The girl was a Metamorphmagus, and had turned her eyes to the color of pitch when she had been given detention. Again, Zytka couldn’t fathom her motives. It wasn’t like anyone who taught school at Hogwarts was going to be scared by something like a simple color switch. When the rest of the students had filed out, Zytka pulled the book that Diana had attempted to steal out of her desk once again. “You do realize that only the title is in English, yes?” Zytka asked smoothly. “The insides are entirely in Swahili, a language I am quite sure that you don’t have a grasp of.” Zytka had yet to meet any Hogwarts student who knew her mother tongue, hence her surety. “Records of this kind of magic aren’t supposed to exist in the first place; why on earth did you imagine that they would exist in a manner that is readable by anyone with a formal education?” It seemed that every school attempting to bolster its reputation was teaching English nowadays, hence Zytka’s rather broad claim that anyone with a formal education would be able to read the book if it was translated. The professor didn’t stare at Diana, simply looked at her. For a moment, Zytka wondered if the little Ravenclaw would have the gall to ask her to translate the tome. Zytka knew the answer to that question already: a resounding no.
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Aug 2, 2017 7:32:34 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Aug 2, 2017 7:32:34 GMT -7
Diana didn't actually know much about her Ancient Runes professor. But, given the woman's accent she certainly wasn't from the United Kingdom. Her eyes remained that same endless darkness the entire lesson, and even after her teacher retrieved the book in question from her desk and finally looked at Diana. It wasn't like she meant it to happen though, her eyes just always changed to match her mood, even when she tried to stop it. Her professor's only peaked her interest and curiosity more. Shouldn't exist? Of course he didn't speak or understand any foreign languages. But that didn't mean she wouldn't try. That wasn't why she'd taken it though. "I don't know what it is." Was Diana's quiet explanation. Despite her history of being trouble she wasn't aggressive or a liar. Just... misunderstood and easily misguided. "They dared me to take it. she finished answering after all snakk pause. It wouldn't take a genius to know who 'they' were. Her classmates. The ones that knew Diana didn't like being told what she could or couldn't do and a challenge would only tempt her even more.
Those still black eyes flickered to the book in question, then back to her professor. "If it shouldn't exist, why do you have it?"
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Aug 2, 2017 7:44:16 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Aug 2, 2017 7:44:16 GMT -7
Zytka sighed when the teenager tried to justify her attempt at theft. “Did it ever occur to you that perhaps your classmates did know what it was?” Zytka pressed. There were other students in her class who had older siblings, and certainly some that had older siblings that were much more intrepid. Zytka tried to guard her secrets closely, but if nothing was taken or disturbed, then she didn’t know what an intrepid student had seen. In some ways, Diana was lucky that she had been caught; the magic that the book contained was powerful, and dangerous, and definitely not something that ought to be experimented with on one’s own. If she had taken the book, and taken initiative to translate it… things could have gotten much, much worse.
Diana asked why she had the book, and the professor closed her eyes a little. She knew that if the tome in question was discovered, she would have many questions to answer, not just from Diana, but from the other professors, as well. “It is safer in my possession than it would be anywhere else in this building, or arguably this country.” Zytka knew how to control the magic that the book spoke of, a feat which not many in Great Britain could claim. “Books, especially magical books, do not take kindly to being burned, Miss Bainbridge, otherwise I assure you it would have long since been destroyed.” All of the information it contained was already in Zytka’s head, after all.
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Aug 2, 2017 8:05:39 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Aug 2, 2017 8:05:39 GMT -7
Diana frowned at her teacher's words. Not because she didn't want to hear it but because it hadn't occurred to her. She hadn't considered that ir night be anything other then just a silly dare. "No." though her expression voiced that single word she had to say it too. "Why would they want it?" Was the ratty old book really worth that much?
Honestly, Professor Kamuntu's explanation made sense. She'd tried to break into the restricted section a few times and knew that tomes on magic could be just as magical as the information they contained. "Diana." she muttered as she looked away from the Professor. While her curiosity was beginning to eat at her, begging to know just what this book was what she was called seemed to be a much more pressing matter. She shared the Bainbridge name with six other siblings, all at Hogwarts. Her first name was just hers though, so she strongly preferred it. "What is it?" Despite her dislike of being referred to by just her surname that curiosity was finally back.
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Aug 2, 2017 8:43:53 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Aug 2, 2017 8:43:53 GMT -7
Zytka just nodded when Diana said that she hadn’t considered that the dare had been part of a greater scheme. Zytka doubted that was the case, but still, the professor would have expected more forethought from someone whose house claimed to be the beacon of logic and knowledge. Maybe that was too large of a burden to put upon a teenager, Zytka thought. “Some people are drawn to the forbidden. And, as I said, there should be no such record of this magic… hence its appeal.” She explained. Somehow, Zytka thought that Diana would understand the lure of doing something that you weren’t supposed to. Since she hadn’t thought of a book as anything more than a dare, that must have been what drove her in the first place.
“I will address you however I see fit.” Zytka said, a warning tone in her voice. Diana would do well to remember which one of them was the professor in this situation – Zytka was not about to let herself be commanded around by a thirteen-year-old. At the question of what it was, Zytka balked. The girl had already seen the title, which had all but spelled out the contents of the book. Was she just fishing for more information where she could get it. “It is forbidden.” She reiterated. That was all that Diana ought to care about. “Now, for your punishment. One hundred lines: My teacher’s possessions are her property, and it is both rude and a violation of the rules of the school to attempt to steal them.” Zytka waved her hand and the line appeared on the board for copying. Hopefully that would be the end of that.
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Aug 2, 2017 9:13:00 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Aug 2, 2017 9:13:00 GMT -7
There it was. The one word... or rather concept that Diana not only didn't understand but refused to accept. Forbidden. She had always had a hard time with boundaries. So being told she couldn't do (or this case know) something? It would only drive her to push harder. She refused to accept anything as forbidden. And just like that her eyes returned to their normal brown, her emotions settling back within a normal range. "Fine." she answered, as if she was agreeing to both the punishment and that the issue was done. It really wasn't though. And as Diana started writing that line, over and over again her mind went to work. Cataloging what she'd learned and making a plan of how she might learn more...
-Several Months Later- Diana hadn't been a model student in the first few months of classes. But she hadn't brought up that book again. Hadn't looked for it. Hadn't mentioned the conversation with Professor Kamuntu. Almost as if she had heeded the woman's warning. She really hadn't though. Finding books in the library on Africa wasn't the easiest task, but not impossible. And Diana had a drive and determination that was almost unrivaled. When she set her mind to something, nothing and no one could persuade her otherwise. No matter how hard it was. And it was hard. She only had a few clues. Swahili, which meant Africa. Forbidden. No record.
After months of silent but single minded research she was ready. Class had just ended and the Professor was still st her desk. Diana approached her desk only once the room was cleared and set an opened book in front of her teacher. "An English wizard wrote an account of living in an African village for a few years, and learning about their culture. Right here-" she pointed at a particular passage on the page. "He mentions the witch doctor healing a villager but not using any spells he knew or understood. And here-" she pointed to another part. "He mentions when hr first arrived and they thought he was hostile and attacked him. But when he tried to use his wand his spells wouldn't work" she paused again and crossed her arms across her chest. "And after they sorted things out the village chief wouldn't say what had stopped his magic besides the 'elements protect them'." Diana surprisingly didn't sound smug. It was obvious that she wasn't bringing this up to rub it in her Professor's face. Because the way her eyebrows were furrowed? It was obvious that despite everything she'd found Diana had questions. Countless questions that were relentlessly pestering her and she wouldn't stop until she found the answers.
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Aug 2, 2017 9:27:28 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Aug 2, 2017 9:27:28 GMT -7
Zytka had thought that the matter was over and done with. Even when Diana was behaving herself in class, Zytka was wary, because according to all of her other teachers, she was just as much of a disobedient rulebreaker as before. Zytka had better things to do than babysit her students, of course, but she still kept a closer eye on Diana than she did other students of the girl’s caliber. Days turned into weeks, and weeks turned into months, but still no mention of the conversation, and still no misbehavior. Zytka felt like she was constantly on edge – she didn’t honestly believe that Diana would let go of the topic so easily. The professor was waiting for the storm to break, and break it did.
One day after class, Diana approached Zytka’s desk, and opened a book on top of it. Zytka’s eyes flitted to the title and skimmed the page. It was one of the few books in the world that mentioned the particular brand of magic that Zytka had been trying to protect Diana from. She wondered how on earth the author had gotten permission to publish such things – generally, practitioners of the magic the book spoke of discouraged even the mention that it might exist. Specific examples of what it could do were unheard of. Zytka flipped to the back of the book, where the author’s biography was printed, and noted that he had passed away two months after it was published. It was all very unexpected, the blurb claimed. Zytka would be willing to bet that it was not so unexpected, nor so accidental, as the obituary the next day may have lead people to believe.
“That is all very interesting, Miss Bainbridge.” Zytka said calmly. “What is your point?” Trying to give Diana enough information to satisfy her obviously hadn’t worked the first time – it had only served to stoke the fire. Perhaps playing dumb would be more effective.
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Aug 2, 2017 10:01:01 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Aug 2, 2017 10:01:01 GMT -7
Diana would swear she saw the slightest flicker in her Professor's demeanor. As if to that Diana was on the right track. But she knew she was. She knew she'd found the right thread to pull on and that she'd find more and more if she kept pulling. And yet... her teacher acted as if she had no idea why Diana was sharing it! Taking the book back she snapped it shut and stuffed it into her back. Her eyes turning gold. They always turned gold when she was determinedly angry. It was a look that said she wasn't giving up. "You know what my point is." she answered. She despite the look and color of her eyes she sounded surprisingly calm. "I'll keep looking until I find something you can't deny." she promised before turning and storming off....
-after Christmas break- Diana had gone home for Christmas break for one reason. Access to new books. It'd taken some persuasion but she'd finally managed convince her parents to buy her books on African culture and history for Christmas. She scoured through them all break long, only leaving their pages to go to Diagon alley to search for more information. In the end she found exactly what she was looking for. Not all the answers, but the next thread to pull on. And pull on it she would.
Diana hadn't been planning on telling her teacher what she'd found yet. But when she was sitting in th library by herself and the older woman passed by? Well, how could she stop herself? "He had an African relic in his possession when he died that a witch doctor gave him. I know what the symbol on it means. And it's on your book." Diana may not have seen the book in months but she had willed herself to remember everything about it.
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Aug 3, 2017 10:54:36 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Aug 3, 2017 10:54:36 GMT -7
Zytka did indeed know what Diana’s point was, but she didn’t dare say so. It seemed obvious that the girl wasn’t going to stop looking, but Zytka didn’t have to make the search any easier than it was – and it wasn’t even easy to begin with. Diana insisted that she was going to continue until she found something that Zytka couldn’t deny, and the professor just raised her eyebrow in a gesture that clearly said want to bet?. Zytka was willing to dance around the subject for the rest of Diana’s school career, if she had to. The professor had, after all, been steadfastly ignoring the issue since she had departed Uganda, so she had just as much – if not more – practice in turning a blind eye to it than Diana would have in shoving the undeniable in people’s faces. What would come would come, though, Zytka supposed, as she watched the Ravenclaw storm off.
after Christmas break
Once again Zytka had been holding on to some childish hope that Diana would stop her search, but once again, the professor realized that she was going to be disappointed. Regularly Zytka would check the library and the records of which of the paltry collection of books on Africa had been checked out, and every time she found that Diana was creeping closer. Zytka wasn’t blind enough to believe that it was only the Hogwarts library that Diana was drawing on, either, though the arrival and departure of Christmas break posed an obstacle to figuring out what those other resources could be.
Zytka was in the library for one of her regular checks of the appropriate books, when the very girl she was trying to protect the knowledge from called to her. “Miss Bainbridge.” Zytka said sharply. “If you are going to speak of such things, at the very least have the decorum to do so in private.” Demanding privacy only delayed the inevitable conversation, but sweeping out of the library under that premise gave her enough time to begin to think of an excuse…
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Aug 3, 2017 11:32:04 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Aug 3, 2017 11:32:04 GMT -7
Well... her professor's sharp response wasn't a total rejection of understanding. No, it was a firm chastising. That such topics shouldn't be discussed in public. She opened her mouth to respond but her teacher we already leaving. Immediately she scrambled to her feet and rushed to catch up. Huffing just a little from the effort of catching up she fell into step behind her teacher. "So it is important." she slowly answered, a smirk playing at her lips. If that symbol wasn't important, why else would her teacher not want to discuss it here? She hadn't said what book it was after all, so anyone who might overhear wouldn't know what she was talking about. "Besides. I don't even know exactly what it is, remember? That's what I'm figuring out. Whether you tell me or not." she lowered her voice this time, if only because she didn't want To be chastised for speaking to loudly.
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Aug 3, 2017 11:43:40 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Aug 3, 2017 11:43:40 GMT -7
Zytka had hoped that she wasn’t going to be followed, but just as so many other hopes had been, that one was dashed when Diana trailed her out of the library. The professor offered no comment when Diana reiterated that the record of the amulet she had found was important, though Zytka had said no such thing. The Ravenclaw went on to say that she didn’t know what specifically she was researching. “I hope that you never do find out exactly what it is, Miss Bainbridge.” Zytka said, her words sharp, particularly so on the name of the girl, who definitely preferred her first name. If that was the only rebuke that made any sort of contact on the girl’s obviously overinflated ego, then Zytka would take it. “If this wild goose chase is any indication of your maturity level, then you are obvious not fit to practice magic at all, let alone magic of a different breed.” If this was an offense worthy of expulsion, then Zytka already would have been to the headmaster’s office. But she couldn’t discourage a student’s curiosity, even if that curiosity was going to lead to nothing but danger and sorrow.
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Aug 3, 2017 12:24:31 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Aug 3, 2017 12:24:31 GMT -7
That smirk of Diana's got wiped clean off and a frown replaced it, her eyes darkening. What was so wrong with any of this? What was so bad and dangerous about it? Diana just refused to believe that whatever this magic was that it was bad. Ever since that first clue she'd found. It'd been used to do good. Magic wasn't inherently good or evil, but those who performed it. So why wouldn't her professor share what she knew? But as her teacher went on to speak more, of Diana's maturity level and not being mature enough to practice any sort of magic her eyes went completely black and the tips of her hair turned vivid red, almost like an angry lobster. "It's not a wild goose chase If I find something." Was the only rebuttal she had, because how did you argue with someone about how mature you were? It only made you look worse! With a huff she fell out of step from her teacher and left, just as determined as ever.
-Fall of Fifth Year- Diana hadn't brought up the subject again with Professor Kamuntu in quite some time. The rest of her third year and her entire fourth. Nothing. It was almost as if she'd given up. In fact, it truly did look like it. Her usual troublemaking(refusal to cooperate if she didn't want to) was back but she was doing surprisingly well in Ancient Runes. In fact it had quickly become one of her best subjects. And despite the obvious friction and wariness from her third year Diana learned to highly respect Professor Kamuntu.
But Diana never gave up. No, she'd simply exhausted her sources st the school and been forced to look else where. That and she knew that she couldn't pester the woman into telling her anything. So, she'd find it on her own. She didn't need anyone's help. She'd figure it out.
her big break through her come during her fourth year when a transfer student from the United States mentioned witch doctors. A word she'd researched extensively. But she hadn't known one thing; they weren't just in Africa. In the United States there was a city known for its witch doctors and Voodoo, a term she hadn't come across in her research. She'd been so focused on Africa that she hadn't considered African descendants, and where they ended up. That was how she finally got her hands one something concrete. A few books on Cajun Voodoo. Most of them were complete rubbish but one of them? Well, she just had a... a feeling. She couldn't explain it. Just that she knew she needed to try something. Being underage though she knew she could try anything from the book at home... so she was forced to wait until summer ended...
The first few weeks were always busy but she never forgot. It was there, nagging in the back of her mind. Waiting for a chance to finally try something. The first hogsmeade trip was her chance.
She'd holed up in one of the towers, knowing that no one would chance upon her today. No one came up here unless they had to, and the majority of students were at the village. It'd taken some time but she'd finally managed to gather the materials the ritual in the book called for. Painstakingly she drew the symbols of the ground, a shard of glass in the middle (a mirror was preferred but she couldn't find one). Unfortunately she'd managed to cut herself in the shard while setting up, but hadn't thought much about it, just sucked on the bleeding finger as she finished and finally started to follow the directions in the book.
Diana knew immediately that she'd found it, The brand of magic Professor Kamuntu wouldn't tell her about, when she started. She could feel it. Working? Who knew. But something was happening! She could hardly contain her excitement, but before she even finished there was an explosion. Not big, but enough to fling her onto her back and leave a trail of thick smoke billowing from the center of the circle. Whatever she'd done hadn't been right, and she'd have a few bruises to show for it.. "Ow..." she breathed, feeling as if she'd been punched in the gut.
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Aug 3, 2017 12:53:06 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Aug 3, 2017 12:53:06 GMT -7
Zytka had learned that quiet, for Diana, did not mean that the subject was dropped. Even when the girl went the last five months of her third year without breathing a word of the book or the magic contained therein, Zytka continued to watch, not wanting to be surprised when something inevitably went awry. When the students went home for the summer, she busied herself with putting fail safes in place. Since not all of the professors went home for the summer, Zytka had to be careful of making sure her colleagues weren’t around, but the castle was a big place, and it was easy to avoid them. She drew hundreds of chalk lines and murmured hundreds of words that would sound foreign even to the most travelled of the Hogwarts staff, spending nearly the entire summer marking up the castle, and then sweeping the marks away. The only time she left the Hogwarts grounds was to pick up a necklace. It was simple, a golden chain with teardrop-shaped chip of amber attached, but it served her purpose. Zytka placed the necklace around her neck, and the pendant sat between her collarbones, chilling the delicate skin there.
For the next year, Zytka never removed the necklace, not even once. If she had time in the nights, she would patrol the castle and make sure that the lines she had drawn were still in place on the magical plane, even if they were erased from the physical one. She watched Diana like a hawk, though the girl never once brought a book to class that was anything other than the assigned texts. She was becoming wiser, and in a way, that worried Zytka. When Diana told her of every discovery, the professor could track the girl’s progress. Who knew what the months of radio silence meant? When the amount of time since she had heard from Diana stretched longer, Zytka found herself becoming more worried, not less. Whenever her mind would flit to Diana and all of the things she could be doing, Zytka would touch the necklace, which was still suspiciously cool despite the heat of her body, and reassure herself that nothing had gone awry, yet.
The next summer, Zytka repeated the motions of the summer previous, taking great care to pay attention to the areas where Diana may walk, including the doorways to empty classrooms and hidden alcoves where one could be sure of absolute privacy. The necklace become a part of her, so much so that most others didn’t even realize that she was wearing it any longer. Zytka tried to be constantly aware of it, though, even though it was all but an extension of her body, cool and comforting and constant.
It was a Saturday near the beginning of the term when everything changed. Zytka had been sitting at her desk, grading the latest batch of translations she had set, when the necklace began to burn. Zytka muttered an expletive under her breath in Swahili, but wasted no time in grabbing a few items from the inside of her desk before standing up and exiting her room. When she turned towards the north tower, the burning became even more intense, and Zytka groaned. It wasn’t bad enough that Diana was doing magic – she had to do it in the most remote corner of the school, too? Despite her dismay, Zytka began to hurry towards the north tower. She doubted that she could get there in time to stop Diana, but perhaps she could do damage control.
When Zytka opened the door to the top of the tower, she looked absolutely thunderous, her normally kind brown eyes stormy as she looked at Diana, and then the markings on the floor. With a sigh, Zytka retrieved the items she had pocketed from within her robes, putting them into position and muttering nonstop for a few seconds, trying to get the ritual out as quickly as possible, before any more damage could be done. When she finished speaking, the pungent black smoke that had thickened the air disappeared as if it was sucked in by a vacuum, and the shard of mirror in the center of Diana’s circle cracked in two. The buzz of magic that had filled the room went quiet, leaving only the professor, the student, and a great number of questions hanging in the air. Starting with one. “What were you thinking?” Zytka ground out, her voice low and harsh and guttural. “You could have destroyed this tower, Diana. You could have gotten yourself killed.” Zytka wasn’t sure that anything she could say would actually penetrate Diana’s thick skull, but damn her if she wasn’t going to try.
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Aug 3, 2017 13:23:22 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Aug 3, 2017 13:23:22 GMT -7
Diana let out a cough as black smoke filled the tower. She hadn't planned or wanted it to explode, but at least it proved a point. Before she could pull herself to her feet though to try and dispel the smoke though Professor Kamuntu cane storming in. How she knew what Diana was up to and where she had no idea... with almost ease the woman reversed everything that Diana had done, the smoke gone and all that was left was a now broken piece of glass... groaning just a little she sat up, her boy protesting at first at moving. Being flung backwards wasn't exactly a painless experience. But just like that her Professor starting digging in. Demanding to know what she had been thinking and how she could have killed herself. To be honest Diana hadn't actually considered getting hurt, let alone killed. It'd looked simple enough in the book after all! Obviously there was more to it then following instructions.
Instead of firing back though, Diana let out a slow breath and met her teacher's gaze. Her eyes were brown today. Nor were they black (a common color when this topic came up in the past.) No, they were a vibrant blue, deep and clear. "I needed to know. Professor." it might seem like a poor reason. But it was true. Ever since that first conversation she couldn't let it go. At first it'd just seemed like a want but now? It'd turned into an almost desperate need. "Professor, please. Just tell me something. It's driving me mad and the only time I feel normal anymore is when I find something new." Diana couldn't explain it well, but she knew something was drawing her to these answers. Something she couldn't stop or control.
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