Raz-zmatazz (Rewritten)

Ophelia began to finish sewing. She’s done this countless times before, making clothes for Junior agents and Senior Agents alike. All she had to do was feel their psychic auras to really get the clothes right, from their personalities and views to their abilities and secrets.She had asked her new Apprentices family all she could about him. After adding the dangling blue teardrop beads to the ends of the coat she took a step back to really see it for as it is.She was so nervous. Truman had come into her office ( just a camper van in the parking lot) to give her an assignment to temporarily mentor a Junior agent since his old one turned out to be evil and no mentoring was done at all. But to also take Hollis’s place to teach and keep an eye on the Junior agents since she left for her vacation.She glances at the fat folder on the table next to her, containing all the info on the Junior Agents. ”Razputin.Aquato . Seems like a good kid. Hopefully taking care of eight kids is the same as taking care of two “ She looks at her Archetype who only just shrugged their papery shoulders to her, sitting from the other side of the table. her smile falters. ”..it's not gonna be, is it?. ”