<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 10:25am<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Dori's Room<br/><strong>Tag:</strong>Dori<br/><strong>Notes:</strong>Wearing a Baggy Shirt, Leggings, and underwear. Solo scene with Dori<br/><br/><hr/><br/><br/>Entering into Dori's room was always a treat, because the Blue-haired beauty was so different to everyone else. Her clear love of the ocean, and the occult, bled through in the shell-cradled mirror, or the old-timey feel of her chair. Her<em>Chaise lounge</em>, even. So fancy. Helena's room was equally unique in its own way, but the quirks of a person were what made them fascinating. The sisters of the Sorority were all intricate and impossible to predict, from Dori's slightly doe-eyed willingness to be enthralled and swept up in a wave, to Tessa's volatile unpredictability, all the way to Teagen's helpful want to be involved, or Delany's preparedness and relaxed attitude.<br/><br/>Ironically, considering Helena's aversion to the subject, they were a fascinating mixing pot; a chaotic and vibrant brew. It made the magic more exciting, even if it was sometimes prone to...minor mishaps.<br/><br/>So as Dori invited her in and began to talk, Helena's face remained stoic as she tried to absorb all of the everything that the Hexing hottie in front of her let slip. The constant, frantic stop-start nature of it all was difficult not to get caught up in, like the battering waves of an oceanic storm. Helena wanted to try and halt Dori on several occasions, but stopped herself so that her darling Dorothy could get everything off of her chest. It took a minute or two, and then there was this audible squeak as the Large-eyed woman slumped as if in defeat.<br/><br/>Helena decided she wasn't...quite sure what the point of this meeting had been. Dori seemed to think there was some brewing vendetta, or spiteful anger at the results of the Conjuring Class but, well...Why would there be? Dori had done something logical, she'd acted on her own feelings, and had likely picked up on the Gothic girl's not-so-subtle hints of attraction. Hate? Take advantage of? Never talk again?<br/><br/>The British snorted a little, trying to stifle a laugh. Instead, she decided to be bold. Dori was being honest, and forthright. That part, at least, was commendable. That part should be rewarded. The trouser-less witch picked up on some of the other things that Dori had said, including the part of Dori wanting to kiss Helena because it was her.<br/><br/>Walking towards Dori, Helena looked like she might start speaking, before she just put a hand on Dori's shoulder and pushed her backwards gently onto the bed. Without much warning, and whether Dori fell backwards willingly or remained upright, Helena was quickly straddling her fellow Sister, knees on either side of Dori's hips, and eyes meeting Dori's larger, prettier gaze. “<strong>Do you still want to kiss me?</strong>” She said, smiling at the idea. A sultry wiggle of her bare thighs on Dorothy's waist was an indication that there was little ill-will. “<strong>I certainly don't want your apology, since you didn't do anything wrong. I <em>do</em> want to pick up on that whole 'Part of you wanted it to be me you were kissing...' thing though.</strong>”<br/><br/>She pressed herself closer to Dori, looming over the slightly shorter witch. Smooth smile on her lips, she leaned in to kiss Dorothy's chin, teasing the idea without going too far...yet. “<strong>I ended up making a pact with the Imp. Part of it was that I wanted to get some control over her, but...</strong>" She paused, biting her lip and trying to stop herself from smirking too hard. "<strong>I also liked the idea of what she had to offer...Mainly because of what I woke up to, I imagine</strong>." Thoughts of Dori's tongue, and the warmth of her body were intoxicating flushes of memory, and helped to redden the paler witch's cheeks.  "<strong>If you're okay with that...maybe we could explore something a bit more...cognisant?</strong>” She leaned in again, kissing Dori's cheek this time. She smelt of the sea, and it brought a nostalgic hunger for the Englishwoman.<br/><br/>“<strong>I would very much like to kiss you, if I wasn't being obvious enough.</strong>” She smirked, nose just an inch or two from Dori's now, the scent of sugar on her breath from breakfast. “<strong>Maybe more than that, but we'll see where things go, if you're up for it...</strong>”