<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/1/15/3b8fec26c8b88c515dcc25857e5fa966.jpg)</div><strong>Name: </strong>Amelia 'Mimi' Whately (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=330468.msg15785487#msg15785487)<br/><strong>Student ID: </strong>WTCH303-1890<br/><strong>Area of Study:</strong>History Witch<br/><strong>Date and Time:</strong>Thursday, September 10th | After classes<br/><strong>Location:</strong>School Bookstore<br/><strong>Tag:</strong>Closed | Helena<br/><strong>Notes:</strong>wearing (https://tse2.mm.bing.net/th?id=OIP.7yHtdCoIOLmfvhOURBQ01QHaKG&pid=Api&P=0&w=300&h=300)<br/><hr/><br/>Mimi had seen the brief cloud darkening Helena's skies, and she'd tried to offer an umbrella in the form of a pat on the shoulder, Mimi's delicate and tiny little fingers enough to get a good, warm grip. They really were kindred spirits in a way, as Mimi was well aware of the perpetual running, trying to keep ahead of the embarrassment, of one's own motor mouth. That one of them was a more confident version of the other was just happenstance, a there but for grace I go sort of happening that only made Mimi all the more sympathetic and eager to lift up. She wanted Helena to see she was actually cool people, some day.<br/><br/>"Yes," Mimi drawled, quite alright with devoting thought to the salacious fantasy and reality boundary that was the Crane-Poole will-they-won't-they. "But the stamina to keep it going after a while might be a harder ask, even if the spirit is willing." The particular gesticulation Mimi chose for that one, palm flesh mechanically slapping together, well. That one was more appropriate. Even actually got a bystander to briefly stare at the shenanigans.<br/><br/>Had Mimi intended to take aim and fire at Helena's newfound<em>working </em>relationship with Laveau? Maybe, maybe not. In Helena's experience so far the purposefulness and intent of her friend's rapid-fire mind could ebb and flow by the sentence, as plans within plans failed to survive contact with Mimi's own perpetual motor mouth, hot as it tended to run.<br/><br/>"Implying I'm anywhere near as good as my sister? C'mon, Hel." Mimi shrugged, still smiling, still loud and proud. "I mean that makes sense. It would go better for me if I focused on one thing, one field of study but... I dunno, it's hard to ever really focus on any one thing. I'd burn out if I did." Whatever diagnosis that implied Mimi might have needed was one that had never been made. She sidled up to Helena, girls now almost shoulder to shoulder, a curious leer in Mimi's eyes as she read over Helena's shoulder, tucking herself into Helena's personal space such that she almost knocked off the sunhat.<br/><br/>"Summoning, right? If I'm recognizing that one rune there right." As she was pointing at the Devanagari hieroglyph that roughly translated to 'new being'. "Reminds me, I heard something happened in conjuration lab a few days ago, right?"<br/><br/>However much Mimi could be difficult to work with, her one-track mind being a detriment in some situations to date, she seemed willing to jump about topics like a Mario character when she was in a good mood. She looked back down at the book in her own hands, and showed off what was on the page in lieu of actually explaining it. Another spell of lust, this one promising that... translation a bit tricky, but something about volume of something or another being guaranteed.<br/><br/>"Can't quite figure out what it's saying yet. But like, nah. I swear you've probably slept with more people than me so far. You're a legend in the making though, so unfair comparison between us! But yeah, I have no designs for any girl as of yet, I guess. No need to break out the big guns yet, y'know?"