<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/50/91/ff/5091ff5735f12ddcf4df5e7ac6f02b14.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Helena Cross (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=330468.msg15785068#msg15785068)<br/><strong>Student ID: </strong>WTCH715-2080<br/><strong>Area of Study:</strong>History Witch<br/><strong>Date and Time:</strong>Sunday September 6th, 2020, Close-to-Noon.<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Shopping District, Outskirts<br/><strong>Tag:</strong>Cassie<br/><strong>Notes:</strong>Chatting, which will lead into shopping.<br/><hr/>Helena was, surprisingly enough, an early riser. Despite her frequent late nights: reading too much or plotting her routine for the next day, or just relaxing and unwinding, Helena was always up pretty early. It was a strange blessing, but she'd never really struggled with sleep. All of the magic in the world was nothing compared to the ungodly blessing of being able to so readily function on four-or-five hours of sleep.<br/><br/>She'd gotten up, made herself a pretty simple breakfast out of a bowl of cereal, and opened the door of the Sorority to immediately discover that the weather had turned against her. Instead of doing anything elaborate, she had gotten changed with a bit of magic. Ever since her slight disaster in the Hexology class, she'd brought a charm which had a set of clothing stored inside of it. It was a simple little piece of hexing, and for all intents and purposes it looked like a piece of folded paper she stored in her handbag. Pulling it out and putting it against her chest meant she had a near instant wardrobe change, her other attire being transported back to her room. What was a darker dress with a half-coat lined with faux fur was suddenly a much more sunny-weather appropriate attire; stockings,  hot-pants, and a white shirt. It showed off her midriff a little, but of Helena's many malfunctions, body shame was not one of them. She was a little busty, and a slight roll of flesh formed where her stockings bit into her thigh or her waist, but she rocked it. Hell, she even liked it. Nothing appealed to her less than having to spend hours 'sculpting' herself. Time wasted, in her opinion.<br/><br/>She did keep the parasol from her previous attire though. Sun was okay, but nothing was worse than when it got too hot and you didn't have some shade on hand. Worse still, when you dressed for the heat and the rain came out of nowhere.<br/><br/>Her morning was spent in the shopping district. She visited a couple of the more niche stores: the Bodega for some food, the W.I.T.C.H's more official outlet for a new potion notation she'd ordered which the library hadn't stocked, and the Coffee shop. She didn't mind the one on campus, but the Eldritch Brews had a more Mom'n'Pop feel to it. Something about it was delightfully welcoming.<br/><br/>It was probably close to ten-or-eleven in the morning when she eventually settled under a tree. She had her clutch bag, and the purple umbrella was leaning against the shaded spot, and she'd pulled a picnic basket out from her all-too-small-for-it handbag to sit on. With no worry about getting a wet bottom, she set herself up to read her new treatise. In truth, she was basically flat-mediocre at potion making. Something about having to follow a recipe rubbed her the wrong way. It turned her off, mentally, and made her mentally check out. In a pinch, she could do it. She probably<em>should</em>have been somewhere between great and excellent at it, but it was the class she felt she'd struggle the most with later on – Apart from maybe Hexology, if last week's unfortunate instance was anything to go by.<br/><br/>About a third of the way through the Potion-crafting manual - which was a lot less academic, and more about trying to 'get into the vibe' of Cauldron-work – she heard a voice. She glanced up at the voice, which she recognised, and blinked a couple of times. It was Cassie; the Pink-haired girl from a couple of days ago. The woman had been charming enough, even if when they met last they'd been a little...out of sorts. “<strong>Hey.</strong>” Helena said, slightly dry compared to the ray of pretty sunshine. “<strong>Just uh...Catching up on some reading.</strong>” She lifted the book off for Cassie to see. The title? '<em>Catching Cauldron Vibes: How to enjoy making Potions your way.</em>'<br/><br/>“<strong>I'll be honest it's...kinda garbo.</strong>” She shrugged, her face peeking over the book offering a tiny smile to the woman. She shifted her position a little, her legs folding in beneath her and offering half of the little blanket in the shade to Cassie. “<strong>You...doin' okay?</strong>” Helena was a little unsure what to say, caught flat-footed by Cassie's sudden appearance. Was she being friendly, nosy, or was she after something? Honestly, the British Witch wouldn't mind either way, but it was always a little tricky when you didn't know someone's angle.