<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/1/18/105d1749761f4dd811dcb6dbbcf6b538.jpg)</div><strong>Name: </strong>Dorothy “Dori” Blayne (She/Her)<br/><strong>Student ID: </strong>WTCH101-1469<br/><strong>Area of Study:</strong>Hexology 101<br/><strong>Date and Time:</strong>Saturday, September 12th | About 10:00am<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Dori’s Room<br/><strong>Tag:</strong>Helena, CLOSED<br/><strong>Notes:</strong><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Outfit</div><div class="spoiler_body"> (https://i.pinimg.com/736x/3c/51/15/3c5115b127e806a4a45b6d4a1b9e5d59.jpg)</div></div><hr/>Dori sat on her bed nervously fidgeting with her brush as she brushed out her hair.  She wasn’t sure when Helena would come knocking and in a way it had caused her a serious case of analysis paralysis.  Should she get dressed?  What if Helena knocked on her door and she was half naked?  What if Helena assumed she was invited in and just walked in?  It wasn’t illogical to assume since she had been invited. What if her sisters got engrossed in the mystery of the horny conjurings and Helena didn’t show up for an hour and Dori was just sitting in her sleep clothes staring at herself in the mirror combing the same strand of hair for an hour.<br/><br/>“Oh you are just being silly.” She chided her reflection in the vanity across he bed from where she sat.  “Just get dressed.”<br/><br/>Dori stood and had gotten down to the third undone button when there was a knock on the door and she froze.  It was one thing to think about what she was going to say to Helena.  Another thing to actually suggest they talk about it, but now that Helena was standing outside her room all the bravery it had taken to do the first two things seemed to dissipate. For a moment she stood frozen.  Her hand on the last button, staring at the door.  Helena’s quite voice sounded like thunder in the stillness of the room, but it startled Dori into movement.<br/><br/>Dori opened the door with a nervous smile and stepped inside to allow Helena in.  Dori’s room was hardly ostentatious other than a four-post bed.  Her furniture consisted of a small desk and vanity that would have been at home in an antique shop.  The mirror was framed in wood, carved with seashells and seaweed vines with a clamshell at its apex.  The wood was rich and dark with a red hue and matched the wood frame of her bed and wardrobe.  There was a chaise lounge near the lone window that was her favorite place in the whole house.  Normally her room was a bit of a mess with clothes books scattered about, but she had prepared for company knowing she was going to ask Helena to talk.  It would have done nothing for her nerves had her underwear being laying on the floor or her bra been draped over the arm of her chaise lounge.<br/><br/>“Yes, please. Come in.” Dori said and took a moment to gather herself.  She had already forgotten that the top of her romper was unbuttoned and what little cleavage she had was clearly in view. When Dori finally did find the nerve to speak, her words came tumbling out and she couldn’t stop herself.<br/><br/>“I wanted to apologize.  About conjuring class.  I shouldn’t have…I mean.  It was totally wrong of me.  I was trying to keep the imps from talking.  I mean they kept trying to make deals and they really were attractive and I thought I needed to shut them up and so…well… I kissed them.  It wasn’t like I didn’t want to.  I mean they were…well...you know.  So, I figured they wanted something and if I kissed them, they couldn’t ask me to make any decisions and I couldn’t agree to anything, so I figured what the heck and then you were there and I know it wasn’t you, but there was a part of my that wanted it to be you and that just made it easier to kiss you and I…I...took advantage of you and I understand if you hate me and never want to talk to me again and I never should have kissed you and I should have apologized earlier, not that an apology really helps and…I’m sorry.”<br/><br/>The last words barely had enough air left in them to come out as little more than a squeak but there were at least audible.  Dori slumped back onto her bed and sat with her hands in her lap waiting for Helena to tell her she didn’t want to speak to her again.<br/>