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History of Magic is a foolish series of never-ending tragedies. It feels foolish to say that a lesson can be learned from it; those who do are always destroyed by those those who refuse to learn....
..there must be another lesson to counteract.... *trailing off into a vague scribble*
[[Private to Paul; hackable to Jei's close friends]]
..How are the wards in that place? Last time, I felt... I almost felt free... Would you check?
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[[First line is where a strikeout went off-course and became an underline, so the second half of the sentence is readable. 'That place' refers to the Shrieking Shack, where Jei spends his full moons; he's afraid there might be a weak place in the wards that would allow him to escape. What goes on during those times is pretty obscure to him afterwards, except that it hurts. (For those who haven't met him yet: he's a werewolf, though very few people besides the teachers are aware of that.)]]
