Mary Sue Sullivan

Location:The Sorcerer's Inn.
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This was the day she'd been waiting for, and it felt better, perhaps, than she thought it would upon the returning from break, but not as she'd always imagined it. Her sessions with Maeve had helped her a lot, and she wasn't constantly on the verge of a meltdown anymore. That wasn't to say she was all better, no, she was a far sight from that, but she resembled that girl that wanted to enter this contest in the first instance more than she didn't, and that was good. She was embarrassed of how she had last acted in front of the whole group, and if she could have done it all over again, she wouldn't have snapped at the headmaster.
It was that thought, in part, that left her face red and eyes misty at the news of the passing of Ser Nemo. She hadn't seem him personally since that had happened, and that left her shaking. The last thoughts he might have had of her was as an emotionally incapable child. That stung, a lot. It wasn't the first death she'd seen at this point, but it was the first one filled with that particular kind of regret. She'd failed to be her best self, and now that was what she was indelibly seen as by this man. Her complicated feelings around the TVA aside, he would be missed.