<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>Thursday, September 10th | Evening<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Helena's Bedroom --> Bella's Bedroom<br/><strong>Tag:</strong>Bella | Closed<br/><strong>Notes:</strong>Wearing Satin Pyjamas and Shorts (https://i.pinimg.com/564x/20/27/e5/2027e5c47bec2cd629432d3217dfd531.jpg), Struggling with Learning!<br/><hr/>Bella was thankfully quick to answer the door, and Helena offered a slight smile to the blue-haired woman as she caught the woman's eye. Brushing a strand of black hair behind her ear, the English woman glanced past Bella and into her room, at first appearing nosy before maybe allaying that fear with her words. “<strong>I hope I'm not interrupting. You weren't entertaining any guests, or doing your own study, right?</strong>”<br/><br/>Helena cleared her throat when she was informed she wasn't a problem, and brought out the few notes on the text she'd brought with her. The resource was from Nadine's class; set reading that was meant to illuminate some of the basic fundamentals of more advanced Thaumaturgy. It was...ultimately quite esoteric, and free-flowing as a source of information. If it had been a piece of text that had told Helena what to do, how to do it, and the practical and theoretical applications of magic, she'd have been fine! Historical study was based on facts, and research; not like this...this feeling-it-out stuff that the text was talking about. How was she supposed to understand something so vacuous and nebulous!<br/><br/>“<strong>I'm struggling to get this text. It's...not my forte, but I know that Thaumaturgy is powerful stuff, and I want to learn. Could you...maybe give me some hints? Show me the basics? I know you and Monet both excel in Nadine's class, so I was wondering if you could...well...dish? I dunno, I'm not good at this sort of thing.</strong>” She hadn't tried to push past Bella, or try to glance past her once the initial worry was gone. In Helena's mind, a bit of a quick chat was all she needed in order to get through this. She didn't want to take up too much of someone's time, after all.