<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/Rt15vIB.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>Saturday, September 12th | About 10:00am<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Breakfast Bar<br/><strong>Tag:</strong>OPEN<br/><strong>Notes:</strong>Wearing a Baggy Shirt, Leggings, and underwear.  New Day.<br/><br/><hr/><br/><br/>The first real week of life at Winchester's Witch Institution had been...interesting, if nothing else.<br/><br/>Kraken attacks, Classroom mishaps, Summoning Failures and Wardrobe Malfunction Successes, not to mention a tonne of extra work on the side, and making friends with a new group of people. The Witches of Gamma Rho Lambda had been put through their paces thus far, and with the news that the investigation into the Summoning Circles had turned up foul play outside of the Classes' control, it felt like things were finally starting to settle down a bit. News about the next week's classes, as well as the mystery about the Summoning Circles gone wrong were floating on the lips of the Witches last night, as was the brewing news of a BRO Frat Party on the horizon.<br/><br/>For Helena, at least, The Saturday morning meant that she got to sleep in until 9.30 and try to dream away the bad hangover that was her unusual first week.<br/><br/>When she rolled out of bed, she clicked her fingers and began to doll herself up with a combination of magic and tired, hands-on adjustments. Once she'd ran a brush through her hair and cleaned her teeth, she plucked an oversized T-Shirt with a Heavy Metal band logo on the front that skirted down half of her thigh, stepped into a pair of patchy leggings with holes on the knees and thighs, and finally into a pair of slippers so that she could face the world.<br/><br/>The world, as it turned out, was the kitchen.<br/><br/>Helena sauntered into the Kitchen with all the grace of a limping dinosaur. Heavy footsteps and a deep yawn marked her arrival, and she moved over to the oven top. Firing the hob up, she once more began to cheat herself an assistant as she began to work on Pancakes. Her assistant? None other than the Imp who had possessed her! A newly crafted tattoo-like sigil was crafted on Helena's wrist. It was a simple enough construction and contract: Helena let the Imp crash in her abode, and occasionally join consciousness with her; and Helena got an assistant. It was her horny little Alexa of an Imp, and on this occasion it was pulling eggs, milk, and flour from the fridge and cupboard, so that the Gothic Brit-witch could get to work making pancakes. “<strong>Anyone else want some?</strong>” She said, as much to the open air as anyone else listening in. Sleepy Helena was at least kind with her offer of breakfast treats.<br/><br/>“<strong>Teine, Coffee pot please.</strong>” She said, still sleepy as all sin. The Pink-and-white Imp nodded, floating on over to the coffee maker and starting to heat up a batch of sweet rejuvenating ambrosia.<br/>