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Room 415, Wednesday Afternoon
Apr. 8th, 2015 02:55 pmCassandra had put little effort into her work for Jones' class in previous weeks, for reasons she felt were self-evident. However, she could not put off this project for any longer - especially since it was so intrinsically linked to her own escape from this island. So this morning, she had gone to the library, and this afternoon, she was retiring to her room with a very large stack of research materials.
Unfortunately, so far, most of these seemed more inclined to document the various schools of magic that had made it to Fandom over the centuries, rather than the island's magic itself.
Still, she would commit herself to pouring through each and every last one of them. This was why she was currently seated on her bed, leafing through a dusty tome that held little in common with the light novels she read to entertain herself.
Work, work, work.
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Unfortunately, so far, most of these seemed more inclined to document the various schools of magic that had made it to Fandom over the centuries, rather than the island's magic itself.
Still, she would commit herself to pouring through each and every last one of them. This was why she was currently seated on her bed, leafing through a dusty tome that held little in common with the light novels she read to entertain herself.
Work, work, work.
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