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[like_quicksilver]

When Gyda comes into Milliways, she's dressed more then a little different than those who'd know her had seen her. Instead of her usual combination of modern and homespun, she's wearing a knee length, navy blue skirt, light blue long sleeved shirt and red and blue necktie. Wrapped around her waist is a sweatshirt the same color as her skirt.  At her side is a black messenger bag strapped to her shoulder, the contents clearly a bunch of books.

For a moment, she looks around in surprise. According to her timetable, she's supposed to be in dining hall for lunch, but milliways sought to make itself appear instead.

Gyda said a silent thanks to the gods. This way, she could get in some food without being asked a thousand questions.

She settled onto the nearest table, dropping her bag to the floor with a heavy flood. She knew starting a proper school would be new and tiring,  but it never occurred to her that the other children would be as curious about her as she was to them. Soon as the other students knew where she was from, that she was neither Jewish, christian or Muslim, but believed in other gods, far from being offended, they kept hounding her with questions. If she hadn't been as fast as she'd been, Gyda wasn't sure she'd make it to any of her classes in time.

And she still had two more classes for the day.

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[witchfinder_general]

 Father Harman is sitting at a table, with a stack of books and tea. So far, so usual.

He looks up when the door opens, either of them -- as if he was waiting for somebody.