[she rubs at her eyes violently when it ends, because for all her talk, she isn't used to this stuff, used to real magic, the kind of enchantments that really mess with your head. and, she'll admit, her head feels messed with. under the dirt...]
... When... Who...
[she stands suddenly, an almost manic grin on her face, pointing an accusatory finger at the counselor.] They can't go outside! Either of them! You do make those memories up! That's proof!
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... When... Who...
[she stands suddenly, an almost manic grin on her face, pointing an accusatory finger at the counselor.] They can't go outside! Either of them! You do make those memories up! That's proof!