<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>Saturday, September 5th | Dinner time<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Dining Room Potion Bar.<br/><strong>Tag:</strong>Dorothy, Tessa, Innez<br/><strong>Notes:</strong><br/><br/><hr/><br/><br/>When all things were said and done, Helena somehow avoided being the centre of attention with her blunder and her lame-duck attempt at conversation. Saying that, when all was said and done, Tessa had somehow swept in like a hurricane, clicking her phone with the ease and grace of a social butterfly and snapped a picture of herself, Dori, Innez, and the very confused Goth. Helena had managed to avoid blinking, and had just about managed to get it so she was looking at the camera. When Tessa went back to it later, she'd maybe even notice a crooked half-smile – The sort you give when you're caught off guard, and the veil slips just a little after you try and stay mad at someone.<br/><br/>Tessa managed to somehow spin the world and the conversation around, bringing Helena from the outskirts and into the midst of the the group. “<strong>Wow...</strong>” Helena both thought, and said. It took her a moment to realise the word had escaped, and she felt the urge to fill the silence before her new sorority thought her a lost cause and a complete shut-in. “<strong>You are...really something, huh?</strong>” She was still a little rabbit-in-headlights as she looked at Tessa, but she didn't seem scared at least. Overwhelmed, perhaps, but not scared off. “<strong>I had to do the medical thing so...wasn't super hungry. Made me use enough magic that I feel a little unsettled, y'know?</strong>” She tried to give a crooked smile to wave off any other questions, doing her best to just sort of...not take the focus. “<strong>Yeah, Helena. Nice to meet the three of you. History Witch; from England.</strong>” She wiggled the potion in her free hand, happy enough to get away with pretending she was focused on the defusal of her little pick-me-up, and not the trio around her...as well as Dori's rather obvious reaction to the droplet Tessa had fed her. If things were getting hot and heavy over the first dinner, she was going to be surrounded by a lot of sexy, horny ladies very quickly indeed.<br/><br/>...Was that a bad thing, or a good thing? Bad for productivity, but probably good for the soul. Considering the house pledge, it was probably the expected outcome. Witch Covens were as old as Magic itself, so perhaps it was something to with that? Maybe sisterhood amplified magic, or something artsy like that.