<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/Rt15vIB.png)</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 10th | Evening<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Helena's Bedroom --> Bella's Bedroom<br/><strong>Tag:</strong>Bella | Nadine (M) | Closed<br/><strong>Notes:</strong>Wearing Satin Pyjamas and Shorts (https://i.pinimg.com/564x/20/27/e5/2027e5c47bec2cd629432d3217dfd531.jpg), Struggling with Learning!<br/><hr/>Helena gladly accepted the invitation into Bella's room, not seeing any problem that might arise as a result of her just waltzing into a Co-sister's abode in pyjamas. Rumours started on less, but Helena's world didn't much revolve around rumours. It revolved around answers, and challenges, and good music, and nice clothes.<br/><br/>Plus a few new acquaintances. It was a strange dynamic shift for her, going from just her and her mom, who hated magic, to all of these open and wonderful new Magic-using Sorority sisters, each with different approaches and ideas, different plans and priorities. It opened up the Englishwoman's mind to a world of different uses and applications but it also shackled her with the overwhelming, oversaturating kaleidoscope of possibility.<br/><br/>Initially, Helena sat herself on the floor, looking up at Bella as she relaxed on her bed. She spread out the notes and such on the floor between them, and listened as the Blue-haired woman started to explain that there wasn't some magic word to solve this – as ironic as that would be, all things considered. No, this was about trying to adjust a person's way of thinking. Bella tried to frame what she thought Helena might be going through, and it...wasn't a million miles away. “<strong>It's less that I get worried and anxious, and more like I get...distracted, and overwhelmed. I try to think about all of the potential applications that can unfurl from this one discovery, and then that thought leads to another; then another, and then there are so many different thoughts that all start to contradict each other. It's...It's like my mind is wandering too much as I wonder. Y'know?</strong>” She paused, realising it probably sounded stupid. Her mind was too free, and getting itself tangle up in the choices? What kind of logic was that? “<strong>Sorry, that sounds dumb...I can't think of how to word it better than that though.</strong>”