<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/37/4bf0b507efa09a6d614bb2e9848e3132.jpg)</div><strong>Name: </strong>Prudence Chavez<br/><strong>Student ID: </strong>WTC069-8868<br/><strong>Age/Year: </strong>23 / House Mistress<br/><strong>Area of Study:</strong>Hexology 101<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Stairs to Cerri’s room.<br/><strong>Tag:</strong>OPEN | Cerri | Mentioning Jolyn's Guitar<br/><hr/>The blush and hair tuck were not lost on Prue. Whether it was entirely because she had just chastised Cerri for dripping on the carpet or because she was somehow flustered by Prudence's presence was up for debate.  Prue could come off as nonchalant at the best of times and oblivious at the worst. Still, she was sharper than her devil may care attitude presented to the outside world and thought there might be a hint of fluster.  That idea put a happy little spring in her step as she mounted the stairs with the pretty freshman.<br/><br/>Prudence and her sisters had bonded well.  As well as could be after the house has settled into the witches that didn't wash out.  The selection process for GRL was not perfect, and inevitably there were losses along the way. Those that stayed were inevitably close and when it had come to Prudence and her sisters. They had been particularly close, sharing their dreams and fears and beds with equal ease and comfort. Taking and giving what they needed from one another in a closeness that she doubted she would ever feel again.  Prudence would never admit it, but it hurt not having her sisters around.  She had often complained to Tilly about staying behind and babysitting the newest class of GRL witches. In part, it was because Prue knew she would be reminded of that loss every day as the new girls bonded with one another.  As much as Prudence wanted to see them flourish, she knew it would come with some emotional toll.<br/><br/>It had yet to occur to her that there was a place for her still.  Like her House Mistress Charlotte, Prue was here to be a guide and friend. Even a lover when needed, but she was going to have to discover than on her own.  If the blush on Cerri's face and the twitter in Prue's belly were any indications, the closeness she had felt with her sisters might not be totally lost.<br/><br/>As they crested the stairs and turned down the hall, Jolyn's door flew open, and her blue guitar burst from the room.  It hesitated for a moment before shooting towards them.  This likely would have shocked most people, but after four years of living with other witches, it was hardly the most startling or strangest thing she had seen.<br/><br/>"Lookout." She said and leaned to one side as the guitar zipped between them and down the hall.<br/><br/>Prudence recovered like this was the most natural thing ever and smiled at Cerri. "I might have to have a talk with your new housemate about calling incantations. Doesn't do anyone any good to get bludgeoned by random musical instruments, does it?" she said with a laugh before they continued on to Cerri's room.  The girls' rooms were larger than an average dorm room with a small bathroom, and the room would be decorated to the girls' preference.<br/><br/>"You are a Conjuring student, right?" Prudence asked as she followed Cerri into her room, flopping into the nearest chair. It would seem the idea that Cerri would want to have privacy to change had not occurred to the lavender-haired grad student.  Prudence gave a little whistle after her question was answered.<br/><br/>"Zulie's tough.  Not that I think you will have any issues." Prue assured Cerri as her eyes took in Cerri's room.  There was a lot you could learn about a person by how they decorated.<br/><br/>"I guess demanding is a better way to put it." She said, correcting for accuracy.<br/><br/>"She is also smoking hot." Prue's head rolled back on the chair to take in the ceiling. "If you're like me and into girls, that is." She added, her head popping up with a curious eyebrow raised Cerri's way. "I should say into guys, girls, non-binary dimensional entities, whatever.  Like me." There was a self-deprecating laugh that accompanied the observation and no expectation that Cerri would answer her.<br/><br/>"Oh! Do you want me to close my eyes or something?" Prudence asked.  The idea that Cerri might be concerned with Prue watching her change had only just occurred to her. "Sorry.<br/><br/>“I am a bit of a clothes addict. You should see my closet.  I helped my fashion adverse sisters with clothes all the time.  Not that I think you need my help.  I just…I should just shut up and close my eyes, shouldn't I?" Again a light laugh accompanied her words, though her eyes had yet to close.<br/>