<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/70/03/58/70035820cd03f7ac492adc6f8e2d02f3.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Helena Cross<br/><strong>Student ID:</strong>WTCH715-2080<br/><strong>Age/Year</strong>19/Freshman<br/><strong>Area of Study:</strong>History of Witchery<br/><strong>Date and Time:</strong>Thursday, September 3rd |<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Hexology 101<br/><strong>Tag:</strong>Innez, Delaney  | OPEN<br/><strong>Notes:</strong>Very lewd Almost-Hand-Holding. Even lewder stripping.<br/><hr/><br/><br/>While Helena focused her attention on helping Innez, her intent mostly focusing on helping the fire-smelling woman, she was surprised briefly to see a stylish addition to the class walking over and asking to join the pair. The British Witch briefly took a moment to recall the woman's face, remembering her vaguely from the house before clicking as she recalled passing her a couple of times. “<strong>Delaney, right? I don't think we've met much yet. Come feel free to join in!</strong>” Helena was doing her best at trying to branch out and meet more people, as a way of countering her own general introversion. She was in a social setting, and classes rarely ran down the proverbial social battery as quickly as events that lacked a meaning or purpose. It was a strange sort of codifying, but it made sense to<em>her</em>at least.<br/><br/>She caught another whiff of Innez's fiery scent, even as they focused on the transmogrification of their own bodies with the Cosmetic hexes. It, along with Delaney, was starting to fray a little of her concentration. Then, of course, Miss Poole and Lady Crane had their little...incident. The disintegrating blouse was hard to miss, and with it Helena's concentration fully snapped. It was a moment of embaressment, and a little flush of pink on her cheeks, and perhaps just a little tiny bit of arousal that combined with the last imprint on her mind – Innez's scent.<br/><br/>A flash of heatless flame covered the woman's chest, her top exploding into flame before petering out. Miranda's top had incinerated, but Helena's had burst into flames. The English Witch was left with a frilly black bra covering her chest, and nothing else, which instantly prompted her to turn a shade of beet red, and for her to bring an arm to cover the mostly-uncovered bust. “<strong>I uh...um...that's...DoYouHaveAnotherShirtPleassse?</strong>” She said in a slurry of embarrassed words to Delaney, who was seemingly prepaired for a wardrobe malfunction. If she were more experienced, and a little less embarrassed, maybe Helena might have been able to conjure a hex up to fix her incineration incident, but that just wasn't in the cards right now.