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Malachi looked up when he heard Antigone raise her voice. She seemed to be having some sort of stand off with some man. He felt his hackles rise and was on the verge of hexing the man in the back of the head when the man was soundly dismissed and left. As his own Trelawney illusion had vanished he also stood up, looking around to see if Frida was ready. Not able to see her, he thought that she must have gone ahead. He pocketed his quill and stood up, gave Antigone a warm, supportive smile and left the room.
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