<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/70/03/58/70035820cd03f7ac492adc6f8e2d02f3.jpg)</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 5th | Dinner time<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Helena's Bedroom --> Dining Room Potion Bar.<br/><strong>Tag:</strong>Dorothy, Tessa | OPEN<br/><strong>Notes:</strong><br/><hr/><br/><br/>Helena was not, by any stretch, as much of a social bunny as the majority of the others in the sorority. She tried, of course, but instead of rushing out to meet the new sisterhood she'd joined in a grand display of orgiastic pagan dances and extroverted exaltations, she settled for reading through the Orientation Handbook several time, attending her medical and physiological assessments, and grabbing her Keycard to get into her room. She'd looked outwardly calm as she moved through the Gamma Rho Lambda house, but this particular GRL was just trying to get to her room as quickly as possible.<br/><br/>When she found the room number that matched her keycard, she quickly swiped herself in and admired the fairly empty abode. It had a few cardboard boxes full of her belongings, a chest full of tomes that she'd made sure were by the book, and a single photo of her and her mom. Now that she was alone, she could finally let the bottled up emotions out. She could finally act like herself. She could be Helena again...<br/><br/>“<em>Eeeeeeeeee~!</em>”<br/><br/>The excited squeal of the Black-dressed woman filtered out of her throat, and she quickly smothered it with her own hands, in case her neighbours might have heard it. Hardly fitting for the local goth girl to squee with excitement, but how could she not!? She was here! She was in a prestigious school of magic, in its most prestigious house...<br/><br/>She took five minutes to check herself out in the mirror. She'd worn a lengthy black dress and sunhat to get through the brief tour of the campus, but now she was inside and she could ditch the hat. A quick trace of her fingers through the air let her adjust and straighten her hair again; the glossy black veil of her locks reaching down to her buttocks. The handbook had mentioned she had a complimentary dinner, and while so once she was all made up and happy enough with her look, she headed downstairs.<br/><br/>The number of people in the Dining Room was a little overwhelming. The first thing she did was quickly make herself some toast, before walking over to the 'Breakfast' Bar, where she admired the selection of potions. Truth be told, she and her mother had mostly stayed away from Potion supplements due to some bad history with magic. Helena stood beside a pretty dark skinned girl with blue hair. It was a...stark contrast to the pale, black-haired goth girl, but it takes a lot to make a village...or a sisterhood in this case. Helena was trying to figure out what to go with, she glanced over at Dorothy, reaching past the girl in thought to grab the middle-strength base, and a mix of fruits, almond, and dark chocolate flavours. She was mixing up a little brew for herself, quiet and calm, when she decided to break the awkward silence. "...Pretty house, huh?"<br/><br/>Instantly, she wanted to smack herself upside the forehead. What kind of lead was 'Pretty house'? It was practically cringeworthy! She half expected the girl beside her to just walk away in a huff. If there was a god, or maybe a devil, she hoped they opened up a crack in the ground and swallowed her whole.<br/><br/>Thankfully, there was a distraction to take away from her rather meek introduction. The red-headed witch who'd been taking a lot of pictures stormed in like a forest fire, and began taking pictures and trying raw-droplets of something red and strong smelling. She was hard not to notice, considering how she drew the eye and the ear and put herself as the centre of attention. Part of her wanted to retreat from the woman, but instead she just sort of slouched a little, biting her toast as she let the sweet and savoury flavours of her potion mix and form a more pleasant concoction.