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Valentina Herrera

Ambition without intelligence is a bird without wings.

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a character in “Modern Magic and Martinets”, originally authored by Caged Bird, as played by RolePlayGateway

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|| Wrong Side of Heaven || Battle Born || Cherry Wine || Was It Something I said ||
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ImageImage|| FULL NAME ||
Valentina Rivera Herrera
"Try saying that 10 times fast.
I was joking, don't.
Just call me Val and get to the point."


|| AGE & CLASS YEAR ||
17, Sixth year

|| BLOOD STATUS ||
Pure blood

|| HOUSE ||
Stark

|| DIALOGUE COLOR & THOUGHT COLOR ||
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โAll it comes down to is this: I feel like shit but look great.โž -Patrick Bateman, American Psycho





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|| STRENGTHS ||
Charms, Engineering, Transfiguration, Chasing(in quidditch) & Arithmancy.

|| WEAKNESESS ||
Creature Lore, Divination, Magical History, 'playing nice', following the rules, & sharing.

|| LIKES ||
Val LOVES quidditch, black coffee, vegging out, engineering, fire and smoke charms, apparition, herbology, and potions.

|| DISLIKES ||
Val can not stand teenagers who "text speak"(LOL) or create shortened versions of every other word and holds a deep-seeded mistrust of hipsters(Who honestly wears fake glasses? What does that accomplish?). She is not a big animal fan(Unless it's her own), dislikes pureblood elitists, women defined by their men, conformist, cut flowers, and strong perfume.

|| FEARS ||
As odd as it may be, seeing at how far a distance she likes to keep everyone, she ultimately fears never being accepted, loved, or understood for who she really is. She fears being forced into mediocrity and never achieving greatness, and that all the great feelings in life that she has ever experienced are all that's left, there would only be lesser versions of what she's already felt in the future and nothing new or exciting.

|| GOALS & AMBITIONS ||
To become the worlds greatest chaser in world cup quidditch history.

|| ORIGIN ||
Colombia, Cuba.

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|| ADDITIONAL ||
Val is a registered Animagus, her animal form being that of a jackal.
(Not exactly inconspicuous, but she is sometimes mistaken for a stray small and mangy dog or large cat.)
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โThe question isnโ€™t who is going to let me; itโ€™s who is going to stop me.โž -Ayn Rand





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|| BIRTH DATE ||
August 24th, 1997

|| PERSONALITY ||
"The Bitch, the Brain, the Ace, and the Party Girl."

Val has a compelling drive to understand the way things work. She's good at logical analysis, and likes to use it on practical concerns. She typically has strong powers of reasoning, although she's not interested in theories or concepts unless she can see a practical application. Val likes to take things apart and see the way they work. She has an adventuresome spirit, thrives on action, and is usually fearless. Valentina is fiercely independent, needing to have space to make her own decisions about her next step. She does not believe in or follow rules and regulations, as this would prohibit her ability to "do her own thing". Her sense of adventure and desire for constant action also makes her prone to becoming bored rather quickly. She is loyal to her causes and beliefs, and is firm believer that people should be treated with equity and fairness. Although she does not respect the rules of the "System", she follows her own rules and guidelines for behavior faithfully. She will not take part in something which violates her personal laws. Val frequently needs to spend time alone, because this is when she can sort things out in her mind most clearly. She absorbs large quantities of impersonal facts from the external world, and sort through those facts, making judgments, when she is alone.

Valentina is an action-oriented person. She likes to be up and about, doing things. She is not a person to sit behind a desk all day and do long-range planning. Adaptable and spontaneous, she responds to what is immediately before her. She has strong technical skills, and can be an effective technical leader. She focuses on details and practical things. She has an excellent sense of expediency and grasp of the details which enables her to make quick, effective decisions. Val avoids making judgments based on personal values - she feels that judgments and decisions should be made impartially, based on the fact. She is not naturally tuned in to how she is affecting others. She does not pay attention to her own feelings, and even distrusts them and tries to ignore them, because she has difficulty distinguishing between emotional reactions and value judgments. When over-stressed, she exhibits rash emotional outbursts of anger, or on the other extreme may be overwhelmed by emotions and feelings which she feels compelled to share with people (often inappropriately). When down on herself she will foray into the world of value judgments - a place which is not natural for her - and judge herself by her inability to perform some task. She will then approach the task in a grim emotional state, expecting the worst.

Valentina is excellent in crisis situations. She's also fairly athletic and has very good hand-eye coordination. She is good at following through with a project, and tying up loose ends. She usually doesn't have much trouble with school, because she is an extrovert who can think logically. She has a lot of natural ability which makes her good at many different kinds of things. However, she is happiest when she is centered in action-oriented tasks which require detailed logical analysis and technical skill. She takes pride in her ability to take the next correct step.





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โIf you're gonna make an omelet, sometimes you have to break some spines. That's the saying right?โž -Crowley




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|| HISTORY ||
The daughter of Master Mechanic Alejandro Herrera, Valentina displayed remarkable mechanical acuity from the time she could first walk. At the age of four years, she could completely disassemble and reassemble any clock in the Herrera household. At the age of five, Sierra Herrera found that young Val was able to foil any lock she could set in place. Mrs. Herrera despaired of trying to keep tools in the house, as it became plain that no matter how complex or expensive the cabinet lock was, Val could best it within minutes and have access to anything from Mr. Herrera's tool box.

Although very aggressive early on, Val was drawn to the calm of her father's workshop. At the age of seven, Valentina had helped him rebuild a 1967 Plymouth Barracuda and it became clear to Alejandro that his daughter had what he called "The Touch." Although he could never tell his paying customers that a child was helping repairing their automobiles, Alejandro took on his daughter as an apprentice.

When Valentina turned ten, Cuban child labor laws not being what other countries were like at the time, both father and daughter took night jobs at an automotive plant to supplement the income of Alejandro's shop. Valentina blossomed in the giant, well-appointed machine shop. She began a period of research and invention, where she specialized in gear drives and hydraulics. Her aggressive nature eventually won her over many promotions. The plant owner, being a reasonable man, learned early on to take Valentina Herrera seriously.

Now, what's missing from this prologue? How did she go from mechanics daughter to attending Magdalena Academy? And you may be asking yourself, didn't you say she was a pureblood? Valentina is a pureblood, so why is everything before this in her history all very muggle?

It is widely known in the wizarding community that pure-blooded witches and wizards tend to be elitist, they value blood purity above all else and look down on all of those of mixed blood or muggle born status. Alejandro Herrera was very open and public about his opinion on the matter, much like the Weasley's, he valued all those in the magical community and with that statement, suddenly all of their family friends, all of the people they held trust and respect for wanted nothing to do with them. They distanced themselves from this prominent family for fear of guilt by association. Sierra, not bearing as much resilience as Mrs. Weasley, begged and pleaded with Mr. Herrera to move them and their new born daughter away, back to her native country to protect Valentina from public disgrace over her father's decisions. Alejandro reluctantly agreed and the family moved back to Cuba to raise Valentina. They cut themselves off from most of the wizarding community, tutoring their daughter themselves and lead normal mundane muggle lives until they could hide out no longer, when Valentina turned 11 and her powers presented themselves more fully. Thus her journey back into the wizarding world began as her family packed up and moved closer to the school that Valentina would be attending in Germany.

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|| FAMILY ||
Mother & Father
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Sierra & Alejandro Herrera, FCs Salma Hayek & Antonio Banderas
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|| FAMILIAR ||
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Great Black Hawk- Buteogallus urubitinga -Named Vencedor

|| WAND ||
Val's wand is made from Yew wood,
has a core of Thestral hair,
and is 12 inches long and springy/yielding.
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Portrayed by || Sam

Face Claim || Lindsey Morgan



So begins...

Valentina Herrera's Story

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On the morning of September the first, all students arrive at Magdalena early and eagerly, just in time for breakfast. Theyโ€™d all greet those they hadnโ€™t yet had the chance to see and from there breakfast commence. Whether or not the lot of students got any rest usually depended on their compatibility with trains, which was inevitably unlikely. All students boarded at different times and different places, but they all arrived at 8am on the dot.

ImageProfessor Hawthorne announced the arrival of the first years as the rest of the diverse school sat munching, to which they sorting ceremony began. Magdalena had itโ€™s own special way of sorting students into their houses. Though it seemed rather average or rudimentary, there was an enchanted basin placed at the end of the long line of first years. From there, they would draw their house, and go to join their tables pridefully.

Each table was dressed neatly in itโ€™s house color named boldly with a banner lined in gold and silver, a glowing mist emanating around all the dishes and plates that floated and rotated so that everyone could get a bite. Not only did the tablecloth glow as brightly as the plates did, but it would almost play with the children. Pleasing them with thoughtful images of animals that best described their actions or their houses, and blasting the occasional first year in the face with what looked like an abundance of glitter.

Once the frayed nerves of the newbies died down, the students would surely be reintroduced to their new home know as Magdalena Academy of Magical Education.

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Past the great black lake, glassy and smudged with dawn's first hesitant strokes, that had seen no touch of man since the Old Ones settled this place, was a castle, rather as vainglorious as the mandarinโ€™s palace in the East or the pharaohโ€™s pyramids. In through it's ornately carved doors, with centuries of intricacy laid into the wood, and down a wide corridor, rested the fortresses grand hall that would put King Edgarโ€™s to shame, it's ceilings vaulted high above the tops of the oldest trees of the forbidden forest. No amount of planning or expectation or attempts at divination could begun to have prepared her for the sight of it on her first year, but now that she was well into her sixth, Valentina Herrera was well acquainted with the sight.

The long tables, laid out in rows, were littered with massive piles of crudely organized platters of food, scrolls, broken quills, and a fair amount of quickly burning candles that pooled wax all over the items collected underneath the glow they cast. Those candles would soon be snuffed as the sun rose high enough in the sky. This was all part of a banquet meant to keep the still 'jet lagged' students from nodding off into their porridge bowls. The breakfast was a festive affair, but daunting to most who weren't intimately familiar with the grandeur of every occasion in the wizarding world. One poor first year boy's hair looked as if a snidget had attempted to nest in it, so often had his fingers raked through it with nervous tension. With a mop like that he was well on his way to becoming Super Sayian, any muggle twelve year olds wet dream. She recalled that feeling, how disconcerting it all was, though she was born of pureblood. She hadn't been raised around all of this and it could almost too much too take in all at once.

Valentina smiled and acknowledged a few people she knew before sliding down into an open seat at the end of the table amongst the fray of Red and Gold. She rubbed elbows with her fellow Starks, not worried about trying to make conversation, it was unlikely she'd of been heard over the tumultuous crowd anyhow. She was merely contented to sit quietly for once in her life and be immersed in it all. The excitement in the air was palpable and nigh uncontainable. She retrieved a gear from her pocket, part of a larger mechanism packed up in her baggage, and began fiddling with it, trying to figure at what was keeping it from turning as she wasn't particularly hungry at the present.

It wasn't an odd sight, to find Valentina keeping to herself, as boisterous and opinionated as she was, working on her own personal projects. A few found it odd, however, that she was so invested in things of a non magical nature, but magic was still secondary to her when it came to technology.

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September 8th




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The school year had officially begun.

After the breakfast feast, orientation started for all students. First years; or as referred to by the headmaster, ersten Jahren, made things especially hectic, but they always did. Compassion was something the staff often enforced. Students of every grade had been there before, therefore it was nobodyโ€™s job to hassle them.

A week forward, students should now have had their schedules in order, and even maybe have gotten a little more sleep in the comfort of their dorms, which were located on the upper floors, comprised of balconies and bridges stringing over the view of the entrance hall. All fashioned and lit by enchanted lanterns that glowed with orange autumn light.

It had been a rainy week, some couldnโ€™t even recall seeing the sun once during the first days of school. Nonetheless, the alumni kept the homecoming festivities rolling, but it wasnโ€™t long until a gloom began to settle. It wasnโ€™t any early-winter gloom that most experienced around this time. It was hardly winter yet in Germany. Something was clearly depressing the atmosphere.

Rumors of dragon sightings began to travel. Spreading like a wildfire, every student had to have heard something by the wake of the second week. Muggles had even apparently caught sight of the supposed โ€UFOsโ€, but unfortunately the students were left in the dark.

Eventually, the ministry had sent word to Magdalena of the recent encounters, and Professor Hawthorne publicly and personally explained to staff and students what was occurring Monday morning.

โ€œ'Professor Decimus Wendell Hawthorne,'โ€ chuckles rose among the students as the Headmaster read aloud the statement from the Minister himself. With a grunt and a half smile of his own, the Professor continued extravagantly. โ€œ'And to all whom it may concern at Magdalena Academy of Magical Education.

โ€œโ€˜It is to my dismay that I inform the wizarding communities of Germany and nearby settlements about the recent sightings of Chinese dragons. Iโ€™m afraid I have no personal knowledge as to why theyโ€™ve left their country to journey as far as Europe, but we know for certain that they have become a danger to central Germany. Chinese dragons arenโ€™t known to act up as weโ€™ve seen this past week, attacking farms, and increasingly populated places.โ€™โ€ Hawthorne trailed off, dropping the letter down on the podium and tightening his jaw.

โ€œAs you all know, and it goes without saying, the school will be carrying out lockdown procedures. I understand that this isnโ€™t how any of you would like to start your Monday, but it looks as though we havenโ€™t got any choice.โ€ Hawthorne leaned heavily down upon the neatly engraved podium. It was true, he never liked laying down bad news, but it was not in his nature to sugarcoat subjects like this. โ€œThis means herbology, and other outdoor classes, will be heavily supervised, and dungeons will be utilized if those dragons come too close for comfort.โ€

The Headmaster, gazed down at the letter that sat before him, but he only nodded as if just agreeing with his decisions. โ€œSo, all that is left to say is enjoy your breakfast.โ€ His tone defaulted to that of more positivity, and he turned to take his seat, leaving the students to their own thoughts.

With that, the second week had begun, and it wasnโ€™t shaping out to be a good one.

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His stride could be perceived as that of a man on a mission. With his gaze downcast on his phone, Stuart peruses the empty halls towards his first class of the day. Unlike most, Stuart always skipped breakfast. It was rare for him to ever stick around and socialize, choosing to grab a few on the go items before taking his leave. Most days he ate in solitude, fiddling with codes on his phone, but what most people assumed was texting was actually something far different. Stuart has spent countless hours perfecting a hot spot he's been working with for years so he could amplify his signal strength as well as its range. Having to keep maintenance on half a dozen routers was tedious but he managed given his prefect status. Nevertheless, having to pace the halls at all hours of the night has left naught to the imagination when it comes to Magdalena. He's seen these same halls so many times that looking up from his phone almost seems unnecessary. He navigates the halls with such precision, you'd think he'd be able to do it in his sleep, and he could. Given the chance, Stuart could probably walk blindfolded through the dungeons and describe every crack and crevice embedded in the stone walls with such startling accuracy one would question just how much time he's spent down there. Practically his entire school career would be an understatement. If he's not in his dormitory, he's in Professor Hardwick's classroom dealing with potions or alchemy reagents. Seeing the sixth year wandering these halls was almost as expected as the house ghost that lurked in dark corners, something so residual that many students suspected Stuart's own ghost would simply end up here when all was said and done. Stuart almost believed it himself. With Clementine nestled on his messenger bag, Stuart turns a sharp corner towards his destination, pocketing his phone. It's as though he cannot stand to have his hands unoccupied because the moment he puts away the device, his hand falls to his familiar, running his fingers through her soft fur. She purrs almost immediately, eliciting a private smile out of the stoic muggleborn. Though his robes were becoming riddled with white strands of fur, he couldn't bring himself to be spiteful at her. The two were as inseparable as twins could be, looking out for one another in a way that only friends do. Moving his hand from the back of her neck, Stuart reaches for the door to his potions class only to be thwarted by the sound of heavy footsteps making their way over to him.

Space was always relative inside Magdalena. No matter how many of Stark House had spilled in through the portrait hole after breakfast, there was always enough room for a comfortable crowd, and there was always plenty of couch space for the full and still somewhat somnolent students to sprawl when avoiding class. "Just like the Tardis, bigger on the inside than out." Val mused, as she quickly ducked out of the dungeon room least she be late to first period. She had never been one for breakfast anyway; choosing to skip it as per usual in favor of some extra personal time. That wouldn't have been the case could they learn to serve some decent Colombian brew. She liked her coffee black like her soul, but there was little to no chance she was drinking the swill they served here.

Just as she escaped the comfortable confines of her house chambers, barreling ahead down the hall in her general direction was the well known pundit, Stuart Twombly. They hadn't been introduced, he and Val, but Stuart was notorious for his technological advancements in the otherwise luddite school. She abruptly moved to truncate his path with relative ease, not bothering with pleasantries or even a courteous amount of tact. "You're the Wifi guy, right?" She questioned unabashedly, her thick accent decidedly sharp and caustic."What's the password?"

Turning toward his housemate on the balls of his feet, cocking a brow at the abbrasive manner in which he was addressed. "Yes-..." he says, a man of many words as always. "Where's my payment?"

"Payment? You charge for a password, that's extortion." She balked, her hands finding her hips in an vexatious manner. She was sure he must have possessed a substantial amount of guile if he was able to bleed every Facebook fiend out of their hard won money. But to her, it was well earned and deserved if he actually could supply the students with a much desired connection to the outside world. She drew herself to her full height, intrepid as always and posed her next question. "How much?"

With his lips parted in retaliation, it comes as a surprise to Stuart when her contempt was so short-lived. Very rarely did he comes across students who didn't try and put up a fight when it came to paying. Which, to Stuart, was utterly annoying. If he was to pay for the upkeep, why shouldn't he get something out of it? From what he could tell, however, the young witch before him seemed to rethink her original hatred. "Fortunately for you, I've lowered my rates to a galleon every other month." There's a jostling on his shoulder as Clementine leaps off of her perch, taking confident steps towards the young witch to sniff at her ankles. When the feline doesn't hiss, Stuart's curiosity is peaked. Clementine, for Stuart, was his buffer between those that could do him harm and himself. She had an eyeโ€”or rather noseโ€”for a person's character and their blood status. More often than not, if someone was of pure blood, she would recoil from them. However there have been rare instances, like with Hana, where blood status didn't matter. For Stuart it was only a matter of deciphering his familiar's complacency, deciding for himself whether or not this classmate was worth his time. "What's your lineage? If you don't mind my asking-..."

Valentina rooted around in her saddle bag for a galleon to spare, her focus momentarily derailed by a quadra-colored feline offender taking care to nose around her boots. She refrained from shooing the cat away so's not to offend its master, but to say she hadn't at least fleetingly contemplated nudging it back across the hall with her foot would be outright deceitful. Val wasn't much of a cat person. She idly wondered if the familiar was too sizable to be scooped up and carted off by her precious Vencedor, her own familiar who was a Great Black Hawk native to Cuba that's presence was invariably accompanied by a sudden disappearance of all the local neighborhood pets.

Just as quickly she extended her hand to deposit the coin into his own, she precipitately retracted it on principal. "Follar en serio?" She acrimoniously cursed, her profanity painted in her mother tongue. "Why do you care, perra? You got a problem selling to a muggle born?" Her dark eyes narrowed, galleon now buried in her clenched fist, expression supercilious and full of hubris. "No, I'm a pure blood but like Hell you're gonna get my business with your elitist crap. Vete al infierno." Val spat, suddenly resolute to turn her back on him and set to cracking the code to the connection herself if only just to spite him. It wasn't as if it d be some impossible feat, she was fairly capable of any technologically related task that she set her mind to. Stuart's attitude mirrored that of the very same people who her parents had left the Germany for in the first place, the reason why she had grown up in Cuba amongst muggles and a lack of overall magical influence.

As the young witch huffed and turned, Stuart suppressed the urge to roll his eyes. "How could I have a problem with providing a service to muggleborns when I am one?" he called after her, but he wasn't sure why. In retrospect, he couldn't hold it against her for having the reaction she did. For a moment he can almost hear Hana nagging him in his head, telling him how rude he was being. Stuart was never really good at phrasing things in a way that wasn't considerably rude to other people, so it went without saying that things like this happened to him often. When she stops in her tracks but doesn't turn, Stuart exhales a sigh, briefly pinching the bridge of his nose before he elaborates the intention behind his inquiry, "I asked you about your lineage because most purebloods don't take interest in muggle technology. Clementine doesn't particularly take kindly to them, either. She likes you though-...for whatever reason." His sentence drifts off towards the end, more so directed at his familiar than the witch. Clementine responds with a chipper meow, swishing her tail against the stone floor happily. His lips twitch at the corner almost reluctantly before he folds his arms across his chest, steeling his expression, "So do want the password or not?"

Val arched a meticulously groomed brow, turning to face him with some hesitancy. If she hadn't known better, she'd be inclined to believe they were very eerily of a similar temperament. Not so great with social exchange, but both generally quite adept in some form or other of mechanization and additionally altogether cynical, recalcitrant, and wary of other people. She hadn't many friends at Magdalena despite her 'overtly sunny disposition', insert sarcasm here, but then again, she hadn't the opportunity to get to know this lanky techno-file checked with moles just yet. She gave him a once over before nodding stiffly, and at long last, relinquishing the payment before she dug her Nexus 5 in white out from her jean pocket and unlocked it for him to input the password. She flashed a conspiratorial close-lipped grin at his calico before she spoke again. "I happen to be very technologically predisposed, thank you very much." She mentioned rather pointedly.

Without a word he takes the phone, going into the settings and tapping away at the on screen keyboard with ease. It was nothing like is Nokia Lumia 920 in that it had a much more minimalist charm but it was highly dependable device and easy to use. Suffice to say, he was a little impressed that she had something like that considering all the mainstream products he's seen roaming the campus. He lifts his gaze as she speaks, a private smirk pulling at the corner of his lips as he gives her a nod of recognition. "I can see that." Stuart goes into her contacts then, making a new one for himself without putting a picture to the name, giving her his phone number before closing out of the application. "If you have any other devices let me know. I'd be happy to put the code in for you." Handing it back to her, Stuart discreetly pats his messenger bag, coaxing Clementine onto her perch where she promptly sits.

She knew well enough to recognize how loosely applied the term happy had to have been, he didn't appear all that elated, but still, at any rate, she'd have to tell him about 'The Beast.' "I do have a laptop of sorts...it's back in my dormitory though. Think you might be able to meet me in the common room later? Like say, after dinner?" Val was a pragmatic individual, she knew it had to be done, but she wasn't exceedingly eager to show her pet project off to a virtual stranger, no matter how austerely genuine albeit off putting this muggle born guy seemed. However, not having internet access on her dismantled Frankenstein PC would be inconceivable.

"Yeah," he replies easily, surprising not only himself but his familiar as well, "I'll stop by before prefect duty. Around eight-thirty?" Clementine seems pleased with idea if the constant motion of her tail is anything to go by.

"Sure." She impetuously replied, the whole exchange leaving her with the sensation of it being somehow oddly significant. "Well, I have class so I'm gonna jet." Val shuffled off after that, ready to wash her hands of the brusque quid pro quo. Only did she toss an aberrant glance over her shoulder after Stuart was well out of view.

With a simple nod he watches her go, thinking to himself and mulling over the peremptory exchange in his mind. To any onlooker it would seem out of character for him to pause, but there was something about the witch he couldn't put his finger on. He wanted to know more, pursue his curiosity and find out everything he wanted to know. Clementine catches him, placing her paw on the back of his hand. Stuart meets her knowing look and he huffs a laugh, telling her to be quiet before finally opening the door and slipping into the dark, dank space that was Professor Hardwick's classroom.