Carolina/Perdita | after 'History of the Occult" | PG?
"Yes," Carolina murmured thoughtfully. "It is good to have knowledge of one's enemy." She opened the bag she'd brought and tucked her lecture notes inside.
The girl's last barrage of questions gave Carolina pause. She looked at the girl for just a moment, studying her. Finally, she said, "Yes. I do believe such practices are still used today. Certainly we've seen examples of it in our very city the past few months. And I fear I must correct you, dear. Access to this sort of magic isn't controlled at all. Organizations such as your guild attempt to control knowledge of such practices, but attempting to control magic itself is like attempting to control a wildfire. One may hope only to contain it, and..." she paused and regarded the girl kindly. "You are what, seventeen years old? Eighteen? I'm certain you can decide for yourself how well the tower does at that.
"Of course, there is a price," she added, turning back to her packing. "Everything has a price."