<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>Thursday, September 3rd |<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Hexology 101<br/><strong>Tag:</strong>Alizarine, Innez | OPEN<br/><strong>Notes:</strong><br/><hr/><br/><br/><br/><br/>While not her speciality, Helena enjoyed Hexology for the challenge that it represented. Her interest in the past did not preclude her from needing to know more advanced theory and practical application, and while she had started to pick up the very basics of good Witchy practice from her personal study, and the remnants of texts from a few generations prior, she didn't have the natural advantages that others had. She couldn't skate by on what her parents had taught her, because her parent had taught her nothing.<br/><br/>Miranda was an easy enough teacher to work with, thankfully. If one were to imagine what a modern day witch would look like, their version was probably not a million miles away from Miss Crane. She had a sort of natural ease around magic, and she was charismatic enough to make some of the most basic hexes seem interesting. Helena had went away to her homework assignment after the introductory class and went for something close to home; namely a Welsh-Gaelic incantation that was similar to her own Anglo-Pagan roots, without being completely derivative.<br/><br/>...Perhaps it had been her History background, but perhaps she had overprepared somewhat for this.<br/><br/>She had watched Miranda put on a Salon-display, changing hair-colour hither and tither, and as she glanced around the room; taking in the various practitioners, she glanced at one of the girls not paired up, looking bored and examining her nails as they flickered between colourations. The lady seemed completely disinterested, and as Helena started to glance down at the barely familiar transmutation spell, hastily translated from the Gaelic to the Pagan she actually understood, she leaned in towards the bored blonde, whispering so as to not break her flow. “<strong>Would you like to help me try something more...exciting?</strong>” She then repeated the trick by walking over to Innez, admiring the strange attire of the Conjurer before asking if she wanted to try out this spell that the Historian had discovered.<br/><br/>She tried to entice Alizarine by weaving her fingers through the air and muttering the spell's incantations under her breath. At first, she tried and butchered the Welsh words, but then she recalled Miranda's point. '<em><strong>Intent, not just Words.</strong></em>She switched back to English, incanting a few sentences before her entire body seemed to shift: growing a few inches here; shrinking a few inches there; letting her hair lengthen down to behind her knees; and then back to normal. She even tried to show off a little, letting her normal D bust grow a little until she'd increased a cupsize, and stretched her dress a fair bit. She offered her notes to the other two, which were extensive and over-blown, a sign of her tendency to overwork. “<strong>You two wanna try?</strong>”