Carolina/Perdita | after 'History of the Occult" | PG?
"For good reason," Carolina said. "Occult magic can be very dangerous. It is important that the tower keeps it out of the wrong hands." To say those words cut at some belief held deep within her, and she felt her mentor's spirit looking at her disapprovingly through the years, from the Mist.
Still, she knew where she was and what she must do to remain undiscovered. Sometimes we must lie, Lina. But that was not her mentor's voice, it was His. Her father's.
"I don't believe class has much to do with one's interests," she said, addressing the young woman's other question smoothly and without pause. She'd long since learned to disassociate her thoughts from her actions. "All magic comes from the same source, after all. All magic is, at its most essential point, the same." Still, she reflected to herself, the magic of a Mystic wasn't as far removed from the occult as one might think. She could Poison another creature or put him to sleep. She could immobilize and paralyze so that the body was still but the mind was still conscious. She could suck the very life force from one's bones and take it into herself.
Smiling pleasantly, she asked, "Have you any other questions, dear?"