<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, OPEN<br/><strong>Notes:</strong>Wearing a Baggy Shirt, Leggings, and underwear.  New Day.<br/><br/><hr/><br/><br/>Despite the urge, Helena did not correct Tessa on her trolling/trawling dialogue. In truth, the Goth at the table was too busy listening to Tessa explain her crack theory and it made<em>some</em>sense. There were more holes in it that a pair of fishnet leggings, but there were certain things that made sense. “<strong>No, this is the beta version of the summoning circle. I did an Alpha version...Don't you guys do multiple theory-crafted versions of your sigils and conjuration circles?</strong>” She swiped her phone across and revealed a second circle, similar to the first, except it was covered in meticulous notes, scribbles, and corrections. Truly, the History Witch was meticulous to a fault, which made her 'failure' bother her even more.<br/><br/>Still, the thing that bothered Helena most was Tessa's evidence. She reached over for the bag, grabbing it and looking at the components in more depth. The Ink and Erasure were common enough, but the squid tentacles were unusual. If Helena didn't know better, she'd think it were a catalyst of some sort. Perhaps even a focal component; something used to tether a spell's intent. She scratched her chin, suddenly awhirl with ideas.<br/><br/>...Then Dori came into the room.<br/><br/>If there was any sort of confidence and stride building in Helena, it seemed to falter at the sight of the Blue-haired beauty. The groove was gone, in the face of some obvious blushing embarrassment. Helena opened her mouth to say something but stopped. She opened it again, and said a minor '<strong>Uh...</strong>'<br/><br/>Only the waving of the Imp in Helena's lap – The same Imp that had caused all this awkwardness – snapped Helena out of it. She swatted the back of the Imp's head, which caused Teine to wince and grumble in muted complaint. “<strong>Y-yeah, Pancakes are free.</strong>”<br/><br/>An awkward moment later, Helena looked down at the Tentacles again before frowning. There was something obvious to say, and she almost didn't say it due to the tension, but she needed to know if she was on the right track, and there was someone in particular who might know best. “<strong>Hey, Dori...</strong>” Helena slid the tentacle over to Dori, bringing it to her attention. “<strong>...Don't suppose you or your folks would use this as a central ingredient for any conjuration, right? Maybe to, say, summon a Kraken and distract several members of faculty?</strong>” It wasn't so much Helena blaming Dori or her kin, and more Helena recalling Dori's upbringing. If anyone would be an expert at catalysts for conjuring creatures from the depths, it would be an Innsmouth resident, right?