<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/KVC11AV.jpg)</div><strong>Name: </strong>Suzanne Wilder<br/><strong>Student ID: </strong>OS598-7117<br/><strong>Age/Year: </strong>18 / Freshman<br/><strong>Area of Study:</strong>Sorcery 101<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Library After Midnight<br/><strong>Tag:</strong>Truth or Dare-ers<hr/><br/>"Ow!"<br/><br/>Suzanne patted her head where Lakresha's fingers had been, shooting a look at the other girl that ended up more of a resigned, self-deprecatory roll of her eyes.  She knew enough of the basics from her own Practice to have an idea as to what was going on, though; hair and nail clippings were some of the most common, easily-collected sympathetic links in human-developed practices.  They weren't always useful for the Highest Arts, but the Highest Arts usually required something a bit more... intimate, as far as links went.<br/><br/>Notably, despite having a good idea as to what was likely to happen, Suzanne made no motion to stop her.  Her attention was on the methodical invocations and symbols, piecing together the relevant parts of the spell from her own experience... and her eyes widened when she saw that it wasn't Lakresha herself who she was planning to put the ring on, but Olivi... hooooooo.<br/><br/>Hoo.<br/><br/>How had she been so focused on the scavenger hunt that she hadn't noticed the girl she'd been adventuring with?<br/><br/>Distantly, some part of Suzanne recognized the strangeness of this new thought, but that strangeness seemed so... irrelevant right now.  Every part of her had gone very warm very quickly, the kind of warmth she was not accustomed to feeling without a pillow in her bedroom at night.  That on its own was enough to make her quite content with this new state of mind, but she also had a direction for this warmth, and it was sitting right next to her.  Only half-way cognitively aware of what she was doing, Suzanne scooted closer to Olivia, reaching out with one hand, running her fingers up the small of Olivia's back, savoring the sense of fabric beneath her fingers and the warmth just below.  Was it right to touch a girl like this?  She'd find out.  Her fingers glided upwards, lingering with nails at the nape of Olivia's neck, adoringly tracing an abstract sort of pattern...