<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/1/18/105d1749761f4dd811dcb6dbbcf6b538.jpg)</div><strong>Name: </strong>Dorothy “Dori” Blayne (She/Her)<br/><strong>Student ID: </strong>WTCH101-1469<br/><strong>Age/Year: </strong>18 / Freshman<br/><strong>Area of Study:</strong>Hexology 101<br/><strong>Date and Time:</strong>Saturday, September 12th | About 10:00am<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Kitchen | Breakfast Nook<br/><strong>Tag:</strong>Speaking to the group in the kitchen<br/><strong>Notes:</strong><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Outfit</div><div class="spoiler_body"> (https://i.pinimg.com/736x/3c/51/15/3c5115b127e806a4a45b6d4a1b9e5d59.jpg)</div></div><hr/><br/><br/>Dori looked from Delaney to Teagan, curious about both the pancakes and how the girl was feeling.  Dori hadn’t checked in with her sorority sister about conjuring class, and she felt a little bad about that.  She still hadn’t connected with all of her housemates and wasn’t sure if it was her place to do so.  The alluring redhead indicated her disinterest in the pancakes, so Dori swooped up the remained small stack and poured some syrup in it. And by some, I mean way too much.  The pancakes positively swam in the gooey yumminess.<br/><br/>Dori was famished and had been super lazy this morning.  She was still in her pink unicorn romper like PJ’s, and her hair was tied up in two long pigtails.  She slid into an open seat in the nook with a smile at her deep-in-discussion sisters.<br/><br/>She had a fork full of drippy pancakes almost to her mouth when Tessa began teasing Teagan.  She paused, mouth open, pancakes dripping with sticky goo. The same kind of sticky, sappy goo that Tessa had spurted all over Teagan’s face and filled her to excess, dripping from her delightfully abused pussy.  Violet eyes darted between Tessa and Teagan.  Dori had been rightfully distracted during Conjuring class. Still, even she had caught the orgasmic conclusion before her, she became preoccupied with Helen’s lips.  Her eyes left Teagan and glanced down at the pancakes as a drop broke free from the pancake and dropped a bead of syrup onto the plate-like the ones that had covered Teagan’s breast.<br/><br/>She was about to take the bite again when Tess turned her attention to Dori.  Dori was expecting her to point out the lip-lock between her and Helena or the fact that Dori had been suckling a demon tit like it was a baby bottle, but noooo.  She chose that moment to remember their date.<br/><br/>“Tomorrow?” She asked, buying time to gather her thoughts, which had been swimming with images of Helen’s lips, Tessa’s cock, and Teagan covered in syrupy cum.  She quickly shoved the heaping spoonful of pancake and syrup in her mouth so she couldn’t speak.  She pointed to her mouth as if to say, “Sorry, can’t answer.  My mouth is full.” Her lips glistened with syrup, an unintentional glimpse into what she might have looked like had she switched places with Teagan and been the one with Tessa’s cock in her mouth.  She swallowed hard, her mind recovering enough to wipe her mouth off with a napkin.  You could see Dori puff up a little and shake off the invitation ambush.<br/><br/><br/>“7:00?  Sounds good,” Dori sealed the date with a smile, trying not to look at the other girls around the table. “I look forward to it.”<br/><br/>Helen saved Dori from continuing to talk and likely say something embarrassing or awkward. Dori secretly thanked her for giving everyone in the kitchen something to look at other than her accepting a date from Tessa.  Dori hadn’t seen the pictures Tessa had shown the others, so there was no way she might have recognized the woman in the picture. So, she took the possible components from Helena and gave them a look.  Dori was hardly offended at the insinuation.<br/><br/>Helena was undoubtedly clever enough to figure out Dori’s heritage.  Being from Innsmouth came with a certain stigma.  Which, In Dori’s case, was correct.  Dori’s plump lips pursed and twisted in thought.  A tiny furrow in her brow appeared as she thought.  The items could be spell components, and the octopus tentacle was weird but no limited to Innsmouth.  That said, it wasn’t uncommon in the Esoteric Order of Dagon rites either.<br/><br/>“It is certainly possible,” she concluded.  “A Kraken summoning spell would need one, usually bigger than this, but Miss Liddle did say Baby Kraken.  Hmmm.  Has anyone tried brewing La Voison’s Revealing Ointment?  It might tell us if there is any residual magic tied to it. Won’t likely tell us much if it was left out in the rain, but might confirm they really were spell components,” she suggested.<br/><br/>Dori let the other girls decide who wanted to do what with the components and she listened to any suggestions or theories that they might have all while wolfing down her pancakes.  Which were quite delicious by the way.  The syrup was already giving her a massive sugar rush, almost as good of a wake up as coffee and by the time she was done with the pancakes she was ready to face the day.<br/><br/>"Well.  If you need my help with anything let me know." she told the group at the table and pushed her self away gathering her dishes and walking over to the sink to give them a rinse before adding them to the mostly empty dishwasher.  "I need to go get dressed." she said not really wanting to remove the super comfy romper but she did have things to do.<br/><br/>"Umm. Helena," she said not wanting to be rude, but feeling it was necessary to stop ignoring what was bothering her and say something about it or at least initiate the conversation.  "If you don't mind could you come by my room when you are a done out here?" she asked and once receiving her answer she gave everyone a smile and a waggling wave of her fingers.<br/><br/>"I guess I am going to need a toga," she observed before meeting Tessa's eyes. "And something for a date." With that she left the kitchen and headed upstairs.<br/><br/><div align="center"><strong>&lt;End Scene for Dori&gt;</strong></div>