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[attr="class","title1"]My life and the purpose
Is it all worth it,
Am I gonna turn out fine?

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Je ne t'abandonnerai jamais
Je ne te laisserai jamais tomber
Ne vais jamais courir et t'abandonner
Je ne te ferai jamais pleurer
Ne va jamais dire au revoir
Ne vais jamais mentir et te faire du mal

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He hadn't expected to run into Mr. Flynn, not so right away. And from what the conversation was. . . well, it had really made Naël reconsider. Not reconsider his life or his choices, just. . . his mindset a bit. And that was okay, would be okay. It would be fine, it had to be. He'd said he would. . .find Madam Flamel himself. Somehow, and tell her. Mr. Flynn said she hadn't checked in, and no one had really said that they'd seen her in the . . places where other kids had been kept. it made Naël wince some, but he understood it. It was a good overcrowding sick place, after all. The muggleborn kids were out, things were supposed to be better.

He'd tried find the Dean of Bangor to see if she had any idea, but there was usually either some drama going on in her room, or there was the talkative blonde roommate who didn't really have anything useful to say. He'd tried leaving himself with just getting to know people. It was only his first month here, after all. Sadly, being in quarantine wasn't necessarily the best way to do so, it seemed.

Mr. Brennan had sorted out things between them, but Madam Flamel. . . 

She was a fellow countrywoman, a legend, her family known as much as his, and giants in Alchemy. Nothing could touch them, and she was a doppelgänger in the true way. It wasn't resemblance bred true by inbreeding, it was a doppelgänger formed of magic. And she was a giant in her own way, and not just because of her name-- for her work, for her discoveries, and he. . . 

He was going to let her down. He'd tried sending a note before he went, but the owl probably got lost because it wasn't used to Britain. She'd given him the best gift he'd ever gotten, and his getting sick had ruined it. He was going to let her down, he was sure, and--

"Madam Flamel!" He hadn't. . .she wasn't. . ."Je suis tellement désolé, je m'excuse beaucoup. Vous allez bien, madame?" She wasn't sick too, was she? She looked a little pale.


Je suis tellement désolé, je m'excuse beaucoup. Vous allez bien, madame  - I am so sorry, I apologize profusely. Are you well, Madam?

[attr="class","tags1"]☆SEPTEMBER 27TH, 2018 , PYXIS SCHOOL FOR MUGGLEBORN CHILDREN  | CONTAINMENT PLACE @perenelle | most awesome mentor # 1, outfit☆

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Keep Our Head Up

Il n'est jamais trop tard

Pour y croire

Nell knew that there was something about this illness that they didn’t like. She had tried to stay away from it as much as she could, but that wasn’t exactly possible, and she knew that they had to do something about it. There was no one at the school, and she knew that there wasn’t, because unlike some of the others, she did know Meredith, and she knew that there was no way that she had gotten Idris to check into the hospital without checking in herself. So whatever Miss Burbage wanted to try and tell everyone else, she wasn’t buying it. Their Dean was not at the school, and she hadn’t been for some time.

It was something that they needed to talk about though, there were reasons that she needed to see her. Alchemy was not a subject that could easily be taught without magic, and she thought that it was something that she needed to speak to her about. Because she wasn’t about to quit on her now, but she did think that there was something about it. There was something that they hadn’t considered, and it was that they could still teach them theory. Of course, she didn’t know if Meredith would go for it or not, but she wanted to discuss it. They had to discuss it.

If they didn’t teach them theory, they were going to have to turn them all out, and they couldn’t afford to reimburse that much tuition. They weren’t going to be able to keep a university afloat if they couldn’t teach them anything. That was the point of a university, after all. They were a hands-on, and rather exclusive university at that. It was something that they were going to stay open at all. And she knew that all of this had to be going through Meredith’s mind. She was the Dean. The school was as much her baby as Idris was right now. They were both sick. They were all sick.

The blonde made her way through the halls of the school turned hospital, and she was doing her very best to hide her distaste for this place. Nell thought that it was horrible, but she didn’t have anything that she could actually do about it. She didn’t want to have to worry about having anything to do with it. But she didn’t have a choice. This was where they were, and so this was where she had had to come.

Nell was making her way down the hall, looking over the notes in her hand when she heard her name and she looked up. At home, in France, it wouldn’t have been enough to make her look around, at least not in a hospital where they were more than likely calling for one of her healer relatives. Flamel wouldn’t get a lot of attention from her there. But here? Here it got her attention. She was the only Flamel in England. “Jeune monsieur Bonaccord. Je vais bien, vous avez quand même vérifié? Pourquoi t'excuses-tu?”

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“Jeune monsieur Bonaccord. Je vais bien, vous avez quand même vérifié? Pourquoi t'excuses-tu?” - "Young mister Bonaccord. I am okay, you though, you have checked in? What are you apologizing for?"

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