Very nearly she giggled at William's goofy dancing, but was ready to protest anyhow.<br/>"Well, then I can't wiggle," Elizabeth had protested again, until she had been dragged closer, very nearly stumbling over herself in an attempt to backpedal away. But after a moment of having been dragged anyhow, she simply sighed. Now she was making sure not to try and look over William's shoulder. Maybe, if she could get herself to think it was only the two of them...<br/><br/>She had gotten herself to dance, but it was still reluctant. But after a few more drinks it was obvious she didnt care about it anymore.<br/><br/>----<br/><br/>Over the weeks, it was true, she had become entangled in the trap of the Footsteps. She didnt speak with any big groups of them, but she was open enough to speak with small groups of them, which really should've been seen as something,due to how timid and frightful she had been before. But she didnt really mind that thought, because in her mind, she had gained friends.<br/><br/>And that, wasnt what she had intended, but it was close enough. And she suspected nothing, because she wasnt being very careful anymore. Like a deer who forgot about danger, so there was no need to flee at the smallest sounds at the time, there wasnt anything to spook her. And though things did happen, some small things that would've easily scared her away before, now came as nothing more then what they were.<br/><br/>----<br/><br/>When it actually came to the night of initiation, Elizabeth had been slightly hesitant. But she had learned to trust, maybe not many of the members, but William and Jocelyn, in the least. It had taken a lot of arguing in her head to get herself to come, and very nearly required downing the last of that wine she still had from Jocelyn. But, thankfully, she had made the decision on her own after arguing with herself for almost thirty minutes, pacing at hef own dorm.<br/><br/>And really she had been afraid of what they'd be making anyone do, since she knew some groups were really bad about that, but perhaps they werent as bad as she had feared. The only thing that might've possibly driven her away from wanting to do things, was when doing anything that had to deal with pain, or, really, when she had been plunged into darkness. But at least with that fear she had been able to handle it, she knew people were making those noises, and convinced herself she wouldnt have gotten hurt either way.<br/><br/>When they had been moved some place else, at first glance of the bowl, Elizabeth very nearly gagged. She wasn't sure if anyone else could tell, but that wasnt red wine in the bowl. She could only assume what it actually was but didnt show or verbalize her distaste in just the thought.  When Elizabeth got to the bowl, she showed hesitance again, a deer slowly creeping forward but pausing.<br/><br/>It was really only for maybe a second or two, but to someone who was watching carefully theyd realize that small hesitance that was still left from hee timid self. Yet millions of thoughts had raced in her mind at that time, over those few short seconds of hesitance. Did she really want to be a member? Not really.. But she wanted the friends that seemed to come with it.<br/><br/>So if not for everything else, then for that one thought, Elizabeth had drunk what she needed to as did the rest, after having somewhat cautiously studied William again. But after she drank that, the cautiousness was gone again, and it might as well have been said that the timid, deer part of her, might as well have gone into hiding for the time being. Never gone, but now pushed back. And the worried thoughts that always warned her, she pushed those away. This was supposed to be fun. It'd be fine.