<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/45/DownloadWitchSmall.jpg)</div><strong>Name: </strong>Alizarine Duval<br/><strong>Student ID: </strong>WTCH421-6969<br/><strong>Area of Study:</strong>Conjuring<br/><strong>Date and Time:</strong>Thursday, September 3rd<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Hexology 101<br/><strong>Tag:</strong>Open |<br/><strong>Notes:</strong><br/><hr/><br/>To Alizarine, Hex class was like playing scrabble or something. Might it be by chauvinism or just laziness, she mainly never used anything else than her native language to exercize. So mainly french. She loved the accurate and subtle differences in words, that no other languages ever had. English was of course a practical language, but she was proud of her origin and of her accent. Which was seen as sexy by most anglos by the way.<br/><br/>Lazily, she extended a hand in front of herself, and began "hexing" them, words after words, so her long delicate nails would change color at her whims. "Melon... fushi... bordeaux.. prune... mauve..."<br/>She played with her nail color, idly, and looked up with her ever semi closed eyelids, in a sultry way around. Her glances brushing over Cerri and Innez, among others, as they were supposed to work in groups...