<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/6Mvy2bg.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>Thursday, September 10th | After Class<br/><strong>Location:</strong>On-Site Bookstore<br/><strong>Tag:</strong>Mimi | Closed<br/><strong>Notes:</strong>Wearing (https://i.pinimg.com/564x/09/a8/a6/09a8a63ca0b99ae0788eb4a86b19c380.jpg), with a Sunhat.<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Helena seemed to soften at the touch, but when the conversation eventually reached her supposed status as a sexual creature, she bawled a little. “<strong>I-That's...Most of those weren't even planned!</strong>” She was embarrassed at the fact she'd ended up stumbling into not one, but two magical mishaps in as many weeks. The first week had her exposing her chest, in the great Crane-Poole incident of the disintegrating top. The second week had been something slightly more malicious though, and she was still eagerly trying to forget how unreasonably horny the possession had left her for the time. “<strong>I'm no legend, I'm just chronically unlucky, and blessed enough to catch a few worthy people's attention.</strong>” Despite the embarrassment, she wasn't trying to shrug Mimi from her shoulders or even back away from the embrace. Truth be told, the closeness was nice, and the flush of heat in her cheeks wasn't as shame-fuelled as the British woman might like to pretend it was.<br/><br/>Being wanted, after all, was a pleasant delight. It was a sweet nectar to enjoy. She was just...<br/><br/>...Getting into the swing of things? It was literally on the Sorority's tenants, after all.<br/><br/>“<strong>As for you...</strong>” She said, turning and reaching up to poke Mimi's nose. “<strong>...You need to speak more highly of yourself. No one starts out an expert. Of course you can't top your older sister yet, but that doesn't mean you're hopeless, or even remotely lacking in talent! You're still one of the best Witches in our year if you have time to plan, and I won't hear any less than that from you.</strong>” She was slightly more brazen in the moment, emboldened by Mimi's poking fun. She was far too fond of Mimi to let her keep putting herself down. She didn't seem angry, or annoyed thankfully – Just unwilling not to say her piece.<br/><br/>With her piece stated, Helena slumped her shoulders and leaned into Mimi, glancing at the potion book she'd taken in both hands, and enjoying the chance to read the newfound piece of unusual literature that she herself had found. “<strong>I think I'm going to try and stick to this Summoning thing as a secondary focus. I may have been...involved...in the incident on Monday, but it just showed me some of the incredible things you can do with the right sort of magic. History and Academia will be my first love, but doesn't mean I can't experiment a bit with a few other schools on the side, right? At least with Summoning, I won't accidentally evaporate my underwear or whatever happened in Hexes.</strong>” She smirked, the jokes-at-her-own-expense flowing freely from the steadily more relaxed Helena. She'd gotten out of her own head, and caught onto Mimi's kinder hints enough that she wasn't blundering for the door or for an exit, and instead she was happily basking in her newfound friend's attention.