<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/1/15/3b8fec26c8b88c515dcc25857e5fa966.jpg)</div><strong>Name: </strong>Amelia 'Mimi' Whately (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=330468.msg15785487#msg15785487)<br/><strong>Student ID: </strong>WTCH303-1890<br/><strong>Area of Study:</strong>History Witch<br/><strong>Date and Time:</strong>Thursday, September 10th | After classes<br/><strong>Location:</strong>School Bookstore<br/><strong>Tag:</strong>Closed | Helena<br/><strong>Notes:</strong>wearing (https://tse2.mm.bing.net/th?id=OIP.7yHtdCoIOLmfvhOURBQ01QHaKG&pid=Api&P=0&w=300&h=300)<br/><hr/><br/>As poor Helena burned with shame, so too did her friend burn with mirth. A flustered Helena was a top percentile cute blessing onto this earth! "Is it being unlucky, or is it just being<em>that </em>good?" Mimi had been around for the toplessness incident, anyways, and her own baring of her bosom had been a less a spell-misfire and more solidarity, Mimi had shucked off the button-up she'd been wearing that day proudly, such that Helena and Mrs. Crane's respective embarrassments might be further diffused. Consider it emotional transfiguration- humiliation to something friendlier, warmer. Sisterhood. Kinda in a lot of ways actually, because at an eyeballing Mimi was pretty sure she and Helena were boob buddies too? Same band size, same modestly impressive cup.<br/><br/>"No plan survives contact with the enemy, Hel!" Unfortunately, life had taught Mimi that particular lesson on many an occasion. If Helena had been a childhood friend, around to see how much of a paper tiger tyrant Mimi had used to be... the tween atheist edginess,<em>good god</em>. "I could do that, talking more confidently." A sharp grin, that she sneaked right into Helena's face from the side. "But a confident me means an<em>aggressive </em>me. You<em>suuuuure </em>you want to advance our relationship that quickly?" Mimi returned to her side of Helena's personal space, which was still right up against Helena's shoulder, the two sharing a bonfire of their mutual warmth suffusing into the little space between them.<br/><br/>Helena feeling emboldened led to escalation. Mutually assured destruction, in a manner of speaking.<br/><br/>"I think that's it exactly. We all have to branch out, try different stuff." A pause, as Mimi tried to connect a thought that had started to brew in her mind, the first bubbles from her inner cauldron. "... Sure you're not more interested in thaumaturgy though? Y'know. For<em>reasons</em>." Pat pat pat. Helena's shoulders received a cuddly barrage. "Also now that I think about it, conjured things could still be the sorts of summons that are inclined to vaporize your bra and stuff, so. Still an element of risk."<br/><br/>Always fun, being welded to someone while talking to them! Aesthetically pleasing, the softness of another.<br/><br/>"If I had to pick another department I've been liking besides Aggie's, I'd say I love potion brewing a ton. The way Mrs. Poole teaches reminds me of cooking, I guess it just clicks super naturally in my mind. Follow the recipe to victory." Mimi's first day cooking for the sorority had been a total success, by the way. The well planned out tempura fry and miso soup had been a hit. "Maybe I should invest in that monastic alchemy book. Or this Viagra one." Or both. Mimi had an allowance, and an urge to have a larger library in her own bedroom than the actual sorority library.