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It was quite nostalgic to be at this ceremony again. Asmira could vividly recall colliding into a table as she stumbled up to greet the Futuran. Not her proudest moment by far. She was so very embarrassed and the others laughter didn't make it any better. However, much of that giggling was put to rest as soon as they heard that she was one of the twenty chosen to take the Advanced Magical Practices class.

Of course, that was all last year.

She shifted her chair further back, trying to make a bit more room so that others might pass. Of course, someone may not pass at all but she had a feeling that the girl to her right was new. It must be the waves of nervousness and excitement that gave it away. Or even more likely, the ruffling that was made when someone picked at the hem of one's dress; a very distinct sound that Asmira knew well.

"Nyomi Belfast."

In an almost-formal way, Asmira carefully folded her hands in her lap. Much like the girl that sat next to her, Asmira was excited. Yes, very excited. As vividly as she remembered tripping over a table on her first day, she also remembered the Futuran's prediction and the joy it brought her. The edges of her lips quirked upward.

"I believe the turn of yours has come to receive greetings from the wise Futuran." she whispered gently to the girl next to her. She may not know the girl but it was just a feeling that gave her away as Nyomi.