<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 8:00 PM<br/><strong>Tag:</strong>Madoka Mawaru, Riley Monroe, Open<br/><hr/><br/>She hadn't realized when she dressed for the occasion that so many aspiring sisters would be wearing short shorts, or tiny little skirts, or hip huggers. Maybe it was a natural consequence of spending the last four years under the subjugation of draconian high school dress codes that brought out a sea of bare legs even in weather Lakresha would consider prickling, damp, pretty typical of Boston. But Lakresha was coming into the college game a year late and that much wiser, which by the measure of a pledge was tenfold. She'd received some sound advice on how to comport herself, and heeded it.<br/><br/><em>1) Be yourself! </em>Black and grey patterns of velvet like a spotted panther covered her ankle to wrist in cozy form-fitting fuzz with a zipper from throat to navel. Shimmering black sequins down either leg disappeared into her shoes, and what kind of shoes to wear with a velvet catsuit? Lakresha had this on lockdown; they were ankle high boot heels in black leather, of course. Silver in her ears in a sea of black hair balanced out the low glitter of sequins like bright moons over a starry horizon. This was how she arrived in the main hall, with a purse over her shoulder and her hand on the strap for security.<br/><br/><em>2) Be positive! </em>"Can I get one of those shirts?" A pamphlet caught her eye at one of the folding tables, detailing the history of the sorority and its principles. Black nails pinched a copy and skimmed the faces of blissfully happy women snuggled tight and underlined with words like<strong>I</strong>ntegrity and<strong>S</strong>uccess. She held it to her chest to show the nearest girl, Madoka. "Have you seen this?" There weren't many copies remaining, or maybe only three had ever been in the budget. She shared her still pristine laminated copy. "I love these old places, there's so much character." A very warm hand out of the Boston chill lingered in offer of friendship. "I'm Lakresha Price, nice to meet you. Maybe we'll end up neighbors?"<br/><br/><em>3) Be friendly! </em>Sisterhood was the whole appeal, wasn't it? Making connections, forming social bonds. Finding just one friend and sticking to her like glue wouldn't do. Across a crowd of strangers she searched for the one person who seemed most approachable, and, oops, there was Riley Monroe. And there Lakresha was walking over to Riley Monroe as though they might naturally have something in common. But since she was already engaged with Tavleen, Lakresha only announced her intentions with a little wave. Magic. They were talking about magic. For a moment she rose up onto her toes, full of smiles and glitter.<em>Actual magic. </em>