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Fakir's spent the last ... he's not exactly sure how long ... waiting for the other ballet slipper to drop. Whatever's going to happen hasn't happened yet, and while he waits he still has to do ordinary things like write his Swan Lake paper
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"You have the same assignment, huh?" Mia quietly asks, coming over after her conversation with Duck.
Judging by the bundle leaning on her shoulder, Mia's not pregnant anymore.
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He supposes Mia might have been talking to Rue, or even to Mytho, but the safe odds are on Duck.
"Yes. All the ballet classes take composition together. I'm not sure why." It means the students who are actually decent at writing papers have to sit with the ones who can barely form sentences.
That's when Fakir notices the baby. "Uh--" He hasn't the slightest idea what he's supposed to say about it.
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"It is the same with classes at the beginning of the year at the Magic Guild, though Mother spends time over the summer tutoring people who don't know how to read or write."
She smiles at the reaction. There's no denying that it's quite like him.
"His name is Cepheus," she supplies for him. "He was born early Monday morning."
She was going to try putting Cepheus in his pram, but once it's clear that he's not letting go of her robe anytime soon, she decides he's better on her shoulder.
"That's a sugar quill, by the way," she says in regards to the quill she's set down for him. "Used the same way you were using your poor quill moments before."
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The sugar quill is simpler to deal with than the new infant; Fakir examines it. "It won't hold ink, will it?"
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