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ARISTA SYKES
Michal sank deep into his seat, his arms pulled tightly across his chest. He did not want to be here, as he did not think he needed 'rehabilitation exercises' for his brain, so he most certainly did not want to sign in. He swatted the tapping quill away from his head, and slumped further in his chair. The only reason why he even continued to be here was because when Seth had dropped him off at this clinic like an untrustworthy child, he had gone out of his way to loudly state he would randomly return to check up on Michal's presence, or lack there of. And if he wasn't here for his full hour appointment? Straight to your room when he get home! And he could forget about dessert after dinner as well!

While Michal flirted with many appropriate responses to his increasingly former best friend, he went with the surliest of gestures that came to mind... which was deemed so a few moments later when the old witch behind them immediately knocked Michal in the back of the head with her cauldron, screeching "DECORUM!" Doubling over in pain as stars filled his eyes, he luckily was too disoriented to hear Seth cough out a laugh while he helped Michal to the nearest seat.

That had been twenty minutes ago, and while his head had stopped hurting and Seth had finally departed, Michal couldn't quite say that old lady's strike had removed any unruly in him. Now he just felt more justified in never moving from this seat, because if he wasn't allowed to leave without enduring endless harassment from Seth, then he would revolt in the smarmiest way he knew how; by not signing in and meeting his stupid Healer, and most certainly not learning about all the potions, 'exercises', treatment 'plans', etc. etc. he would be enduring for the next how many months of his recoup time.

Just as Michal began to contemplate if it would be better to be sleeping when Seth returned, a familiar face made him perk up in his seat a little. What was Arista Skyes doing here? His arms across his chest loosened as he watched the witch breeze through the room with her head held high. He hadn't heard news of her sustaining an injury (though he supposed he had had a couple dodgy days...), so with his curiosity peaked, Michal continued to watch her go about her business until she eventually perched on a seat a couple down from his own. He looked around to see if anyone else thought this occurrence to be as strange as he thought (not another soul present it seemed), he waited before tentatively addressing her.

"Hello," he grunted.