<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/6Mvy2bg.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>Thursday, September 10th | After Class<br/><strong>Location:</strong>On-Site Bookstore<br/><strong>Tag:</strong>Mimi | Closed<br/><strong>Notes:</strong>Wearing (https://i.pinimg.com/564x/09/a8/a6/09a8a63ca0b99ae0788eb4a86b19c380.jpg), with a Sunhat.<br/><br/><hr/><br/>“<strong>Psh, Jerk.</strong>” She said, nudging Mimi in the ribs with an elbow with an unmistakable smirk on her face, even with the flush of heat on her cheeks. Amelia was keen to tease her, but it was clearly not meant to be malicious, or hurtful. She'd had friends like this in her younger years; never so flirty, and hardly as cute, but she'd had them in her life before. They brought a certain mirth to things, as long as they didn't come with a pack. Introversion often led to Helena needing to take breaks from those larger groups, so as to recharge her social batteries. Mimi alone was barely even a blip of a drain.<br/><br/>Speaking of Mimi, and her slightly flirty teasing, the dark haired woman was up about as close as she could be while remaining decent in public as she dropped a barely veiled proposition. Instead of recoiling and blushing, Helena just chuckled, turning to face the woman with a smile. “<strong>I'm sure I could suffer that aggression if it helped boost your confidence.</strong>” It may have been Mutually assured destruction to push Mimi like this, but Helena would have to be MAD not to try and tease the woman back for all of her cajoling. Surely Amelia wasn't going to be so bold in the Bookstore.<br/><br/>“<strong>You are...just the worst sometimes.</strong>” She said, bumping into Mimi at the mention of her purported interests in Thaumaturgy. Thankfully, it was followed up with the Englishwoman's arm wrapping around Mimi's side and pulling them closer together. It was an awkward sort of side hug, joining them at the hip as well as the shoulder. “<strong>Heck, you said it yourself. Gotta try new things, right? Conjuration and Thaumaturgy have recipes you can follow too. Potions are fun though, I just get impatient waiting for them sometimes.</strong>” She tried not to comment on the idea of Summoned spirits, souls, and simulacrum who might be interested in vaporizing her bra. Slightly too real a memory...<br/><br/>“<strong>Well, I'm definitely picking up this book. It's fascinatingly written, and I'm hoping to get a feel for the writer a bit more. Choosing such religious iconography and text; I wonder if maybe they were a religious practitioner? Oooh, or maybe <em>were</em>?</strong>” She giggled at the idea, clasping the tome shut with the one hand grasping the spine. It slammed shut with a satisfying 'Clomp' sound.  “<strong>Bet you could find something spicy in the book of an excommunicated ex-priest or whatnot.</strong>” Helena's mirth, combined with her relaxation, made it easy for her to forget herself. Her chin rested on Mimi's shoulder, reading what she read and waiting for her to make her choice.