<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/Qcw85qy.jpg)</div><strong>Name: </strong>Cassandra "Cassie" Blair<br/><strong>Student ID: </strong>WTCH101-2451<br/><strong>Area of Study:</strong>Cauldronary Arts<br/><strong>Date and Time:</strong>Saturday, September 5th, After dinner<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Bedroom --> Family Room<br/><strong>Tag:</strong><br/><strong>Notes:</strong><br/><hr/>The meal had been amazing.  The food was literally to die for.  Cassie was starting to feel comfortable in the house, despite the Gothic decor and weird statues.  Even after a week here, she still half expected to see a gargoyle turn to look at her, or move in some other barely-noticeable fashion.  All the other girls had been friendly, and sexy, and she had been looking forward to spending the evening getting to know them all better.  That had been the plan, at least.<br/><br/>The phone call from her mother had caused her to take her leave from the dinner table.  A sincere apology and forlong look given to the House Mistress,<strong>Prudence</strong>.  She had initially thought the call would be short and she'd be able to return to the food and company before much time had elapsed.  An hour later, as her mother droned on and on about the little nothings that occurred around the Natural Health shop, how so-and-so had done one thing or another, and questions about school and the Sorority which Cassie was never permitted to answer, it became evident that she wouldn't be escaping any time soon.   The hope of enjoying a nice relaxing night with her newfound sisters ebbed away with each passing minute.  By the end of the phone call, Cassie had simply placed her cell on her bed and her mother's voice echoed over the speaker phone while Cassie leafed through her text books.<br/><br/>The bed was pretty much the only decor she'd completed in the week she'd been in the house.  Most of her stuff, clothes excluded, were still in boxes in the corner.  Her bathroom was somewhat cluttered with the daily necessities of getting ready cluttered across what counter-top there was.  She really needed to take time to find a place for everything, but there was still a part of her who wasn't sure she belonged.  The Winchester School hadn't been her first choice.  Heck, it hadn't been her choice at all.  She'd agreed to apply due to familial pressure.  To her chagrin she'd been accepted, and then had no choice but to attend.  Still, it was a thousand miles from her family, whom she both missed and desired to stay far away from.  The school had one of the most astounding, if not the best, curriculum in Witchcraft in the United States.  While studying abroad had been a fantasy, it had never been a reality.<br/><br/>She closed her text book in frustration.  Finally, after listening to her mother talk for nearly two hours, a mixture of exasperation and irritation caused her to pick up the phone.<strong>"Mom.  I have to go."</strong>She thought quickly for an excuse.  Something was going on downstairs?  No, she'd only call back to find out what it was.<strong>"I have to finish reading this chapter,"</strong>she said.  That should buy her the night, she hoped.<strong>"Yeah.  Love you.  Talk to you later."</strong><br/><br/>She quickly pressed the red button to disconnect the call and then switched it to silent.  She'd have to switch it back or she'd sleep through her alarm, she thought.<br/><br/>She slipped off her bed, and exited her room, ensured the door closed behind her, and then with as much haste as she could summon, just shy of running, she bee-lined for the communal area on the main floor.<br/><br/>Delaney, looking as if she'd been in the middle of a workout, stepped out of her room several feet in front of Cassie.  Yoga pants and sports bra immediately drew her attention.  She couldn't help but appreciate the roundness of her Sorority sister's butt, the curve of her hips, and the muscular angles of her bare back.  Not wanting to be instantly known as the perv in the house, she fastened her gaze to the back of Delaney's head, and only used her peripheral vision to appreciate the masterpiece that was before her.  She slowed her steps, in a hope not to crowd Delaney as they both made their way down the stairs.<br/><br/>Unlike the sporty girl in front of her, Cassie stopped at the base of the steps.  A quick cursory glance provided details about how the evening was going.  It seemed like Deja Vu, and she was immediately reminded of her sixteenth birthday.  Leave the room for a few minutes, and undoubtedly everyone pairs up.  Of course, the pink haired girl had been gone for well over an hour.<br/><br/>She pursed her lips as she watched Delaney approach Jolyn and Alexis.  The way the pair had been cuddled, Cassie cringed inwardly at the daring of the yoga pants wearing sister.  To her surprise both musicians were all too happy to stop their... flirting? and make room for the new arrival.  Cass really wanted to get to know those two.  She loved music and was absolutely fascinated by anyone talented enough to play.<br/><br/>She turned her attention to study the four other women in the room.  Tessa?  The girl who took all the selfies?  Yeah, Tessa, she convinced herself.  She seemed to be leading the group, and perhaps she'd gotten into some alcohol, an edible, or some magical concoction.  The woman had always seemed confident to Cassie, but now she seemed to just ooze sexy.  The exotic and beautiful indigo haired girl with purple skin... so exotic... was upon the lap of another sister, no less erotic in appearance, or sexy for that matter.  Whose name Cassie couldn't quite come up with.  If her memory was correct, it was nearly as exotic as its owner.  Finally there was the pretty but seemingly quiet history girl, Helena.   Cassie smirked to herself when the "quiet" girl shouted about the potion's table.<br/><br/>Of course!  Potions!  That's what they'd gotten into.  Cassie had studied the table before dinner.  She wondered if she couldn't replicate some of the flavors, and had even mused about the effects each bottle contained.  Seeing how much the other girls obviously enjoyed them, she'd need to concentrate some effort to create her own line.  It was unfortunate she hadn't been able to observe the whole effect from the beginning.<br/><br/>She had noted Jolyn rise from her cozy seat and head to said table.  Without much more thought, or trepidation, she had moved to intercept, even before Helena had shouted her "help"?<br/><br/><strong>"What type of effect are you looking for?"</strong>Cassie asked as she stepped up to the table.  She glanced over her shoulder at the quartet, then returned her attention to Jolyn.<strong>"As potent and immediate as what I'm guessing they did?  Or would you rather it sneak up on you?"</strong><br/><br/>Cassie eyed the red colored bottle.  Lust?  No wonder.  She smiled to herself.  These girls sure were adventurous.  Too bad she hadn't gotten down here earlier.<br/><br/>The rain on the window captured her attention for a moment, and she suddenly wondered if anyone would dance in the downpour with her.