1, [Written; post de-aging event]

[patternprophet]

[The handwriting is very clear, almost mechanical. Granted it is just a bunch of miscellaneous notes and a doodle of a chocobo. Someone is clearly procrastinating.]

-get food for Caliburn
-Rook to A-3 or Knight to D-7?
-Mark essays

[It looks like there’s supposed to be a fourth note here, but instead there’s a large spot of ink as Leoben has just

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[crimsondeviant]

Mister Conoy. Back so soon?

[ Deliberate pause in the writing. ] Caliburn? Is that your Chocobo, perhaps,~? [ Red smiles, and trails her eyes down that small list of things that the Professor had been writing. ] Oh! You play chess? [ Red plays, too, although she's never won a game. ]

[patternprophet]

I guess you could say I never left.

Not quite. Caliburn is my owl, and yes, I do play a bit.

[crimsondeviant]

I had left for a while, too, and I must say,
.. It's hard to stay away.
[ Light chuckle. ]

Even better. Maybe we can play sometime. Catch up, sort to speak. I can fill you in on what you missed, and maybe you could tell me a bit about Divination.

[patternprophet]

It certainly is.

It does seem that I missed quite a bit. I think I will take you up on that invitation.

[crimsondeviant]

Great. Just let me know when you are free, alright?

[patternprophet]

I will. When is a good time for you?

[crimsondeviant]

Oh, whenever works for me. I am, more or less, on call, so I have nothing much to do until someone comes running in with a bruise or broken bone.

[patternprophet]

There aren't too many injuries to worry about?

[crimsondeviant]

No, not at the moment. It's oddly surprising, too. I mean, I would have thought that there would have been a lot more injuries with a bunch of toddlers running around, but it looks as though these kids developed their accident prone nature later on in life.