<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/7f/3edc100a1332833afa55bfe2ed9c3a7b.jpg)</div><strong>Name: </strong>Amelia 'Mimi' Whately (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=330468.msg15785487#msg15785487)<br/><strong>Student ID: </strong>WTCH303-1890<br/><strong>Area of Study:</strong>History Witch<br/><strong>Date and Time:</strong>Thursday, September 10th | After classes<br/><strong>Location:</strong>School Bookstore<br/><strong>Tag:</strong>Closed | Helena<br/><strong>Notes:</strong>wearing (https://tse2.mm.bing.net/th?id=OIP.7yHtdCoIOLmfvhOURBQ01QHaKG&pid=Api&P=0&w=300&h=300)<br/><hr/><br/>Mimi had, by now, mastered her routine in Mrs. Crane's Hexology classes. She knew what they'd be doing in class ahead of time because she read the book, which funnily enough was something that one could do in their free time? Imagine the thought! Studying and demoing spells ahead of class would take anywhere from one to two hours of extra self-study, which ideally wouldn't be interrupted, and so far hadn't because Mimi had already figured out the areas in the school where it was possible to vanish for a few hours and never be found. Areas that might have been enchanted in such a way, perhaps? She didn't know. All she knew was being so meticulous allowed her to not look like an idiot in class, and she needed every advantage she could get. She was, far as she could tell, among the least naturally gifted at spell-weaving in all of Gamma Rho. A bit of a ding on her ego, but she didn't have much of an ego in the first place. Hard to sink a ship that was already designed to go underwater, something like that.<br/><br/>Far easier a lift for her was obsessing over obscure lore and arcana, the sorts of which were so abundant on Winchester campus that one might have had more difficulty happening upon a breath of fresh air than their next ancient musty book.<em>Best </em>scent ever, by the way. Better in the bedroom than the cling of actual sex.<br/><br/>That left her with plenty of options for friends, logical assumptions to the contrary, but inevitably Mimi's closest friends would be the sorts who could approach a spellbook that promised arcane translations and erudite references with as much buoyant razzmatazz as Mimi herself got out of bed with when thinking of what she'd be dedicating herself to learning that day. Enter sorority sister Helena. Adorable, and about as much of a hard-working geek as Mimi herself was. Helena did seem to appreciate Mimi's companionship, and Mimi equally appreciated being appreciated? Long story short, they'd taken less than a week to buddy up and make far-reaching plans. Meticulously scheduled, so as to fit with Mimi's love of clockwork in her life.<br/><br/>"What about this one? It looks like the sort of thing Mrs. Cross might assign someday, as a supplementary reading."  Hexology still all too recent, still on the mind. Mimi had huffed and puffed her way through the brace of spells from that day- being mildly incompetent at them all in her usually confident way.<br/><br/>The book Mimi handed over was quite plain stated. It promised a look into the ways of manipulating the elements: air, water, earth, so on. Perhaps something with a spiritual bend, given the fanciful sparseness of the book's façade, a spartan typeset, earthy hues.