<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>Main Hall, 8:00 PM<br/><strong>Tag:</strong>Riley, Tavleen, Olivia, Open<br/><hr/><br/>It was one thing to read about the weird things that other people got to deal with where they lived, and another to hear it directly from the mouths of people who lived there.  Suzanne was eating the talk of Boston and Chicago's weirder sides up, doing her best to not be a complete and total nerd, and mostly succeeding; in her own hometown, sorcerous things were not talked about in polite, Christian company, and the people who -did- do magical practice were very much underground.  Sure, you could get some traction at the universities, which were pretty much beds of free-thinking anyway, but they weren't... old enough.  Established enough.  Likely to be open enough that she could get peeks at stuff they didn't want her to see.<br/><br/>It was the last bit that had drawn her to Miskatonic University, and GRL in particular.<br/><br/>Suzanne perked up as another new face moved to join them, smiling -- and laughed, good-naturedly, when the blonde introduced herself as someone as part of the 'not fitting anywhere else' crowd.  "You almost make it sound like we're all in exile, here," she said easily, her speaking pace hinting at a very Texas drawl.  "I don't know about you, but I'm pretty sure I wouldn't want to be anywhere else on campus."<br/><br/>She offered a hand.  "I'm Suzanne, this is Riley, and this is Tavleen.  She and I -- " indicating Tavleen with a nod -- "are frosh, Riley's a sophomore transfer.  Nice to meet you!"