<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/e/e4/BlackFenrir.jpg)</div><strong>Name: </strong>Angel Bishop<br/><strong>Student ID: </strong>OS104-0110<br/><strong>Age/Year: </strong>19 / Freshman<br/><strong>Area of Study:</strong>Sorcery 101<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Main Hall 8:00pm<br/><strong>Tag:</strong>Charlotte, Lakresha, Isabelle<br/><hr/>Angel had visited most of the houses.  She wasn’t really sure she wanted to do the whole sorority thing, but it was Rush Week so the least she could do was check them out.  The first couple of houses left her with the distinct impression that someone with her flawless ebony skin was making the girls horrifically uncomfortable.  The girls at Pi Delta Pi were pretty chill and she liked some of the philanthropic stuff they were into, but there was still something missing.  Every one of them seemed kind of cookie cutter, kind of bland.  Angel wasn’t looking for bland.  She wanted vibrant, dazzling.  Something that could hold her interest for more than five minutes, so when she wandered onto the lot at the end of sorority row she was pretty much ready to give up on the whole sorority thing and head back to the freshmen dorm.<br/><br/>However, the large Victorian flipped the switch on her weirdo meter.  It was like that moment in a horror movie that you yell at the stupid co-ed not to go in the house, but they ignore you anyway.  Well that was Angel, being the stupid co-ed going into the weird house at the end of the road, but it was the most interesting thing she had seen all day and judging from the movement she could see through the open doors they were participating in rush week too.  Angel walked up the not quite level steps and threw the eschew portal to the foyer that was decorated for the occasion with crap paper ribbon and old looking posters decorated with the sorority crest and other eldrich looking symbols.<br/><br/>“Hi, welcome to Gamma Rho Lambda,” a pink haired young woman greeted her. “Are you looking to pledge?”<br/><br/>“Not sure.” Angel answered with a truthfulness that had put off other sororities.  “I’m looking for something out of the ordinary and I guess I just haven’t found it yet.”<br/><br/>“Oh really?” The girl sitting behind the folding table replied pushing her black rimmed glasses up the bridge of her nose.  “Well I can assure you that we are full of surprises.  Why don’t you take one of the brochures here and go on in and meet the rest of the girls.  Maybe this is the right place for you?”  There was an almost amused look to the tattooed girl with the cotton candy hair.  Like she know something that Angel didn’t.<br/><br/>“Thanks, I think I will.” Angel took the brochure and moved farther into the house where the rest of the potential pledges were deep into introductions.  There were a number of little groups.  One appeared to be discussing architecture of some sort from the snippet of conversation and another smaller group with two of the more interestingly dressed young women she had seen today.<br/><br/>Angel approached the dark and light glitter of the two young women as a third girl, a pretty brunette appeared to excuse herself from the conversation.  Judging from the blushing cheeks she had been embarrassed about something.<br/><br/>“Hi,” she greeted the women with no sense of self-consciousness. “What kind of sorority is this?”<br/>