 ~ Rise and Rise Again, Until Lambs become Lions ~
Oh she saw that grin and nod, Professor. And that statement, that statement about writing the ideas of her classmates down as notes. She heard that too. He said it wasn't vital though, but Amur didn't believe it. Her senses were tingling. Pop. Quiz.
Like a madchild, Amur opened her book and began scribbling down all the combinations of spells and runes she could remember. Hagalaz and Stupefy...Algiz and Protego... Ansuz......
Her writing began to slow and dwindle into absent arches and lines as the present conversation derailed her distraction. Loki? A god. A trickster. Firey red hair. Turns himself into a fly?
Amur's scribbling stopped and she blinked. Several times. This was one of those moments where the brain wheels kept turning, but nothing tangible came out. She couldn't pull anything out of memory about any Loki.
But maybe she could pull that all time famous trick...her hand went up. "Professor, did he create a series of fake runes to...uh...trick people?" Answer a question, with a question.
__________________ I've got a fire for a heart._________________________________________________
I'm not scared of the dark._________________________________________
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