<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>Saturday, September 12th | About 10:00am<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Breakfast Bar<br/><strong>Tag:</strong>Tessa, Alexis, Delaney, Dori<br/><strong>Notes:</strong>Wearing a Baggy Shirt, Leggings, and underwear. Solo scene with Dori<br/><br/><hr/><br/><br/>Helena felt it...The moment of tension when Dori mentioned the need to meet with her. Of course, she could have focused on other details. The thoughts of trying to help with an Ointment were odious to the Gothic Witch, as her potion crafting skills were somewhat mediocre. She was glad Dori didn't take offence to the idea of Helena pointing out her heritage, and was pleasantly surprised to hear the Innsmouth local organising a date with Tessa.<br/><br/>Perhaps the Sorority was forming a neat little core after all.<br/><br/>Still, there was unsaid business to deal with, and about five minutes after Dori up and left, Helena stretched and tapped her Familiar on the top of its head. “Clean the dishes love.” She said to Tiene, who read the room and realised that Helena was clearly hoping for a hint of privacy from the Imp for what came next which, to be fair, probably made sense. The Imp had been warned about likely having to apologise for what happened in the Conjuration class, and was told in strict words to be good around the Sisters. Helena's new pact had a very specific kill-switch installed after all, and Tiene would not enjoy the rejection from the Material Plane, especially not now, when she was bonded to a quickly emboldening Witch with a hunger for discovery.<br/><br/>“<strong>Alright ladies. I'm going to...uh...leave you to it.</strong>” She was never good at lying, was Helena. She could try to bend the truth of course, but the less overt she was the less her words could be picked apart. “<strong>Let me know if you need any help, but I'm no potion expert so I'll let you three figure it out.</strong>” With that, Helena stepped up, ran her thumb along her mouth to gather up the little sugary glaze of syrup from her pancake breakfast, and suckled on it as she sashayed towards the stairs. Her baggy shirt lifted as she walked up the steps, briefly flashing a look at her dark, lace-laden panties.<br/><br/><div align="center"><em>&lt; End of Group Scene for Helena &gt;</em></div><br/>Those few minutes later, Helena found herself hovering outside Dori's room, rocking back and forth on her heels. She was trying to figure out the right way to say the...well...the whole mess of things she should discuss with the blue haired lass with the lovely eyes and the lover's lips. Where did she even begin? Should she apologise for being possessed? It felt wrong to say sorry for something that wasn't her fault. Perhaps she<em>should</em>apologise for keeping one of the two spirits that had abused that Conjuration mishap, especially since the one she kept had been so brazen and bold in its lusting for Dori. How was she even going to explain that? Should she try? Should she lead with it, or let Dori take the lead, or...<br/><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><strong><em>Knock, Knock, Knock.</em></strong></span><br/><br/>“<strong>Dori? It's Helena. You said you wanted to talk so...well, here I am.</strong>” She almost didn't notice herself making the decision. Overthinking was so often a trait she suffered from, and quickly she was learning that sometimes overthinking was a flaw that led to underachieving. No one got what they wanted by umming and urring, and she found she wanted to figure out where she stood with Dori. So...why wait? Why not just, well, wing it?<br/><br/>"<strong>May I come in?</strong>"