<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/0/07/JulieFace.png)</div><strong>Name: </strong>Juliette Whateley<br/><strong>Student ID: </strong>OS668-1B29<br/><strong>Age/Year: </strong>22 / Senior<br/><strong>Area of Study:</strong>Sorcery 101<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Main Hall 8:15pm<br/><strong>Tag:</strong>Everyone<br/><hr/><br/>“I would like to thank you all for coming this evening.”  A sing-songy voice seems to cut through even the more boisterous of conversations.  A tall, reed-like young woman stand the door way that leads from the entry to the great room where the potential pledges had gathered.  The woman’s skin is the color of coffee creamer, the hint of beige almost lost against the midnight blue dress from another era.  She wore long gloves that matched the shadowy folds of the skirt that ticked her stocking covered thighs.  Deep seafoam hair fell like a cresting wave across her shoulders adorned with daisies from the outside garden.<br/><br/>“It appears we have a few stragglers joining us this evening.  Consider yourselves welcome as well whoever you might be.  I don’t believe in coincidence so if you are here it was meant to be.”  The woman appears to be almost talking to herself as she nods, satisfied with her own thoughts.<br/><br/>“I am Juliette, the sorority’s guardian and loving sister. I would like to be your loving sister as well if the house approves.   I am also a senior and advisor for the Occult Studies department.  We thought it might be fun it play a little game this evening before we let our hair down and enjoy the rest of the evening getting to know you all.  So without further ado I would like you to break into groups of two…or three tops and we can begin.” Juliette waits with a quiet smile as the pledges do as she asked and once ready gives a nod to the candy colored Charlotte (so sweet and delicious), who hands out an aged scroll of parchment to each group bound in a blood red ribbon.<br/><br/>“When a ring my bell.” A bell seemed to appear in Juliette’s hand from nowhere. “You can look at your list and began the Gamma Rho Lambda scavenger hunt.  You can look all about the bottom floor of the house, the basement and the yard outside.  I encourage you to be creative in your finds, though no conjuring unless it’s really cool.” She says the last with a little wiggle of her finger and an oddly disturbing giggle.  “My sisters and I will be watching and we will know if you are cheating.  When you have finished your list come back here and ring the bell.  Do not be afraid or surprised by what you find about the house.  Not everything is what it seems, but what is?” Again with the giggle.<br/><br/>“Ready?” She says, her long limb and delicate fingers lifting the bell.  “Begin.”<br/><br/>“Ding-a-ling, ding-a-ling.”<br/><br/>When the scroll is unrolled there is a list of strange items in the most elegant calligraphy you have ever seen:<br/>Something borrowed<br/>Something blue<br/>Something lifeless<br/>Something true<br/>A little life<br/>A little death<br/>A little knife<br/>A little breath<br/>Eye of Newt<br/>Wool of Bat<br/>Hemlock Root<br/>Pointy Hat<br/>A Given gift<br/>A stolen kiss<br/>A hidden lift<br/>Anything fun<br/><br/>When you find an item it will cross itself off the list.<br/>