<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/3c/Ririfinal1_by_vactuart-d9pkdvm.png)</div><strong>Name: </strong>Lakresha Price<br/><strong>Student ID: </strong>OS843-0710<br/><strong>Age/Year: </strong>19/Freshman<br/><strong>Area of Study:</strong>Occult Historian<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Main Hall<br/><strong>Tag:</strong>Suzanne<br/><hr/><br/>Library? Of course, Gamma Rho Lambda possessed a library of the arcane. Books of spells the likes of which she'd only seen through the mind's eye interviewing witches and warlocks on her little radio show. Lakresha had to sit down, too, as where she was and the scope of it eclipsed everything else. "That's funny, isn't it? You can be comfortable with magic but uneasy with crowds." Of course she had misconstrued what was said. She was a journalist. That she mellowed in her seat conveyed that she did understand, despite the vagaries of language, that Suzanne just wanted to chill after that close brush with bruised ribs and/or tentacle porn.<br/><br/>"If you want to thank me, how about coming on my show this Sunday night?" She engaged with those eyes as though they held a power over her. "I host a radio show called Black Cat Crossing. Lakresha Price, your Diagon Alleycat." Her hand went out to shake Suzanne's, careful with the black acrylic nails. "We get together and chat about... magic. Whatever there is to chat about. When it first happened to you, what you do with it, your experiences. Think of it as like one of those kiss and tell shows but about magic instead of sex." When her hand withdrew, her posture didn't. "No crowds. It's just me and a guest in the campus studio, getting cozy with the best coffee you've ever tasted."