<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>Tuesday, September 8th | High Noon<br/><strong>Location:</strong>On Campus Coffee Shop<br/><strong>Tag:</strong>Nadine | Closed<br/><strong>Notes:</strong>Wearing a Chequered Dress (https://i.pinimg.com/236x/75/45/29/7545290c600dcc72fcdaafc582f86d6a.jpg), leggings, and a pair of knee-high boots.<br/><hr/>There was something to be said about being noticed. Helena was naturally a quiet individual, not prone to standing out by her own designs. She always liked the idea that her hard work would make her easy to notice when the right person was paying attention, and the sudden realisation that this was not only the case; but that she was talking to someone who'd been paying such attention to her was equal parts gratifying and a little daunting. “<strong>That's...pretty much exactly on the money, yes.</strong>” She said, a little pink on her cheeks at being called out almost instantly for her bad habit of shewing pens when frustrated or annoyed.<br/><br/>It was either that, or fidgeting fingers.<br/><br/>As if by magic, or just because of her general deference to figures of authority, Helena moved at Nadine's beckoning. It was a half step backwards, glancing for just a moment to make sure she didn't bump into the person in front of her, and then she was facing Nadine again. It was hard not to want to stare at the woman, who despite initially shaking her, had quickly proven to be polite, reasonable, and hot-ho...helpful? Yes, helpful. “<strong>I'm doing pretty well so far. I'm hardly a savant, but I've got...most things down.</strong>” She paused for a moment, feeling the slightly disingenuous note to her talks as the words left her mouth. She frowned for a second, before deciding to be honest. “<strong>Well...I-um...Truth be told, I'm struggling with a couple of the more...flexible classes. I'd love to take you up on that offer, actually. I'm...honestly, I'm stumped with how to even begin to understand everything that Thaumaturgy can do, and Hexology class seems like such a wide field that it's basically like...like swimming in the Ocean trying to catch one specific fish.</strong>” A slight pursing of the lips, and a puffing of her cheeks showed off Helena's slightly petty annoyance at being stumped. Her talent was in her ability to comprehend things. She was a natural when it came to Academia that you could quantify. Things that had empirical, measurable results were far more of her forte. Understanding ancient texts, and even potion brewing was easy for her, but weaving spells and hexes on the fly? That was much harder for her.<br/><br/>Helena latched onto the idea that Nadine was not only less intimidating than she first appeared, and that her offer was genuine, but she also latched onto the idea that this walking expert of her field might offer something more...concrete for her. She wanted something uniform, and rigid. Something regimented, and scheduled. Chaos was hard. She liked orderly things. She liked it when things made<em>sense</em>.<br/><br/>The line shifted behind her again, and suddenly it was Helena's turn to order. She smiled pleasantly at Nadine, the lines of her face creasing pleasantly at her slightly dorky delight. She smiled with all of her features; her eyes closed, her nose wrinkled. It was a rather genuine smile. “<strong>I'll meet you...</strong>” After glancing around the crowded shop, she saw a good mark. She pointed out a corner table, one that another group was just leaving. “<strong>...Right over there. I'll save you a space.</strong>”<br/><br/>She turned, quickly ordering a rather sweet Frappe and piece of shortbread, and then sauntered over to the table; awaiting Nadine and hoping the Instructor might have some knowledge that would help make sense of the anarchy of magic that Helena wasn't quite on the mark with, yet.