<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/KVC11AV.jpg)</div><strong>Name: </strong>Suzanne Wilder<br/><strong>Student ID: </strong>OS598-7117<br/><strong>Age/Year: </strong>18 / Freshman<br/><strong>Area of Study:</strong>Sorcery 101<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Main Hall, Party Time<br/><strong>Tag:</strong>Lakresha, Riley<hr/><br/>A few chats, a few names, a few mental nicknames to pin faces to those names, and she was moving on from the dining hall to the main hall.  Suzanne totally knew how to network; the art of being able to put a face to a name was a great way to make sure people remembered you, if not necessarily your name.  Networking!  That was how you did it.  Getting a dozen names down at a time, though, was as much as she could easily do -- so when there was a lull in the conversation, punctuated by the shift of one electropop song to the next, she beat a quick retreat from the larger gathering and took her fruit plate with her.<br/><br/>Little bit of air.<br/><br/>Suzanne paused a couple rooms out, a chunk of melon in her mouth, and waved to the other two girls she remembered from the whole mannequin problem incident thing.  If there was one thing she needed to do, internally, it was make friendly with the people who were willing to put up against a huggy mannequin robot on her behalf.  "Blonde friend?" she asked, blankly at first, but understanding kicked in a moment later: "Oh, Olivia.  I guess she's back with the rest of the crowd?"  She paused, glanced behind her, saw nothing, and shrugged easily.  "Around somewhere.  I think she was the only person more excited than I was by the look of that library, so there's no way she's gone yet."<br/><br/>Casually, she flopped backwards into a chair, spending a brief moment to smooth her skirt out, before waving the other two girls over.  "I don't do big crowds and big music unless I'm dancing," Suzanne said breezily.  "I'm not like claustrophobic or anything, but I get real tired of having to shout to make myself heard, you know?  And speaking of stuff you know that I don't -- I wanted to thank the two of you for helping pull our asses out of the fire downstairs, and I don't even know your names yet..."