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Closed The Girl Who Wanted to Be a Palmist PV: S.C.

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I received a palmistry kit this Christmas. I practiced relentlessly. My parents thought it was the only form of magic that was possible, but no, there are plenty of others. Still, I'm really interested in this one and I'm glad I'm dealing with it right now. It's a highly developed divinatory art and I love it, sincerely, I just wish someone would help me improve myself. I need it, if one day I want to do something remarkable, thank her! And so, i need to practice and i need someone to say if i'm good doing it or not.

So, this dinner on Feburary 23rd, I have only one direction to take. I have to go out there and I have my whole plan in my head. Next to me, in my dear right hand, is a black work briefcase, where all my things are piled up. Of course, they should be piled up properly so as not to break them. My ceramic hand is precious, and I need it! So I stood up straight and walked towards the divination teacher's office. She may not be my teacher, but I need her to... Practice. Yeah.

Arriving in front of my destination, I looked at the door, a little embarrassed, a little still. I plucked up my courage and knocked three times. I waited patiently for the teacher to open the door for me, in a hurry, anyway.


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Talks with: @Sereia Clairmont
Word Count: 237
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Speech: #844d4d
Thoughts: #d1837a
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Rowan
If I had to tell you my deepest secret, I guess I'd say I never loved me right
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Closed The Girl Who Wanted to Be a Palmist PV: S.C.
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Thank God, it was Friday. Sereia had now spent a solid two weeks and a bit teaching which, frankly, went by a lot faster than she expected. She expected long days talking to walls and loneliness, but the staff had been very supportive and welcoming and she had a few good students. Still, she was very tired and an evening to herself was much needed.

Sereia looked around her office one more time before walking out and closing the door behind her. She never locked her office out of trust for everyone; so far, the student body and faculty hadn't given her a reason to be so cautious. As she walked down the stairs to the classroom, three knocks came at the door.

She raised an eyebrow. "Come in!"

For a Friday evening, she was not expecting anyone, nor did she have plans with another staff member or help a student with their Divination homework. Tomorrow, she would grade all the essays that came in earlier today and, as far as she remembered, nobody asked for an extension. Sereia took that as a sign that she was doing a good job at teaching; if no one was asking for extensions, then that meant her homework was not a burden.
@Rowan Bellegno
my imagination tells lies, too. — virginia woolf
sta 7 | eva 15 | str 10 | wis 15 | arc 10 | acc 13
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