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˚.* ˖ ⸙͎ ⦂ 𝐼n every grace she creates, her b͟e͟a͟u͟t͟y͟ awakens within and echoes through stars ⋆｡˚

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@SHIZRPW Lyric + Shiz: School of Advanced Magicks and Sciences!

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@SHIZRPW https://t.co/riYqllCRpt

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@SHIZRPW Lyric + Don't be 'offended' by my frank analysis, think of it as personality dialysis!

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@SHIZRPW Lyric + Stephen Schwartz!

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❪ 𝄞 ❫ “Well, I think my job here is done,” she murmured, a small smile tugging at her lips. Rising from the bench, she turned toward her dormitory, her steps lighter than before. For now, she’d done her part, and the warmth of magic still lingered in the air.

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❪ 𝄞 ❫ A soft glow enveloped the kitten, its injured paw gradually straightening as the magic worked. Lyric opened her eyes, relief washing over her as the kitten sprang from her lap, meowing happily before trotting away.

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❪ 𝄞 ❫ "𝘉𝘺 𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘦𝘵 𝘢𝘪𝘳, 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵’𝘴 𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘬𝘦𝘯, 𝘴𝘰𝘧𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘧𝘢𝘪𝘳. 𝘓𝘦𝘵 𝘪𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘭 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦."

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[SHIZ UNIVERSITY (CLOSED) @SHIZRPW]

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You, on the other hand, were standing at the edge of the gathering, trying to compose yourself until a hand reached out to you, “What are you going to do?” Said your classmate.

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❪ 𝄞 ❫ She took a deep breath, recalling the spell she’d learned not long ago. Closing her eyes while touching the injury, she sang softly:

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❪ 𝄞 ❫ She suddenly thought of an idea, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸𝘭𝘦𝘥𝘨𝘦 𝘣𝘦 𝘦𝘯𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘵𝘰 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘮 𝘴𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘢 𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘭𝘦 𝘢𝘤𝘵?

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❪ 𝄞 ❫ Lyric’s heart melted at the sight. Without hesitation, she crouched down, carefully scooping the creature into her arms. She carried it to a nearby bench, her fingers gently stroking its fur as it mewed softly.

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❪ 𝄞 ❫ Wanting to distract her mind from the sudden announcement, she found herself in a quiet place that brought her peace. Not until a soft mew brought her attention to the ground, where a kitten limped toward her.

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❪ 𝄞 ❫ The moment passed quickly, and the Quad returned to its usual buzz of activity, the students resuming in their continuous efforts to perform spells and impress the wizards.

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❪ 𝄞 ❫ At the center of the spectacle stood a figure, calm and poised, his hand still raised as the butterflies dissipated. Their eyes briefly met, and Lyric felt a flicker of something she couldn’t quite place.

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❪ 𝄞 ❫ Suddenly, a kaleidoscope of butterflies fluttered through the air, their wings leaving trails of light in their wake. Lyric followed their path, mesmerized by the beauty.

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❪ 𝄞 ❫ “What are you going to do?” a voice asked, pulling her focus. Lyric didn’t respond, her mind racing as she tried to steady her nerves. She knew the students were meant to impress the wizards with their skills, but the pressure felt overwhelming.

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❪ 𝄞 ❫ All eyes turned toward it as Wizard Jared emerged, his presence commanding instant attention.

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❪ 𝄞 ❫ Lost in thought, she was startled back to reality by a gentle nudge from her youngest sister, Marsilia. Before she could respond, a thick fog rolled into the Quad, swirling with an eerie grace.

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❪ 𝄞 ❫ She was born to perform, her name reflecting the artistry that came as naturally to her as breathing.

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❪ 𝄞 ❫ Aithne’s words spoke of a place brimming with magic and opportunities—a chance to nurture the abilities their family had passed down for generations. Unlike her siblings, who channeled their magic into agriculture, Lyric’s talents lay elsewhere.

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❪ 𝄞 ❫ Her journey to Shiz University had been unexpected. It wasn’t part of her original plan, but a letter from her sister Aithne had changed everything.

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❪ 𝄞 ❫ She observed them for a moment, noting how easily they seemed to connect with one another. It was a reminder that she was still new here, still finding her place through the distant crowd.

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