<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/KVC11AV.jpg)</div><strong>Name: </strong>Suzanne Wilder<br/><strong>Student ID: </strong>OS598-7117<br/><strong>Age/Year: </strong>18 / Freshman<br/><strong>Area of Study:</strong>Sorcery 101<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Library After Midnight<br/><strong>Tag:</strong>Truth or Dare-ers<hr/><br/>Sleep was slow to come.<br/><br/>Suzanne had made it.  She'd really made it.  All her hard work had paid off!  She had a place to stay, she had scholarships to back her up, and she was free from the thumb of a mother and father who did not want her to learn sorcery, and from a house haunted by too many memories.  All she had to do now was prove that she was capable of doing the impossible, just like her brother had already done.  How could she sleep when she was so excited?... and so far from home?  She was tired -- dog tired -- but anxious, excited nervousness and speculation was proving to make rest very, very elusive.<br/><br/>And then, just as she was sure she was about to start nodding off, an impulse passed through her awareness.  She shot up in bed suddenly, tossing the covers off, alarmed -- but there didn't seem to be anything wrong per se right now.  She paused, traced her thought pattern, and realized that the impulse had words associated to it.  A nighttime rendezvous?...<br/><br/>"What the hell," she murmured below her breath.  Swinging her legs over the side of the unfamiliar bed, she put her feet in her sandals and surreptitiously-as-she-could-manage slid out the door and toward the hallway.<br/><br/><br/>Outside of true wintertime, Suzanne wasn't really much for 'sleepwear'.  Texas wasn't kind to people who wore multiple layers, even if they did have central heating and air; temperatures could spike far above what mundane air conditioning could deal with, and when nighttime temperatures could hover around eighty-five degrees, what she did wear had to be simple.  Tank top and gym shorts did her just fine.  (Dimly, Suzanne remembered something about New England winters, but that was months away.  She'd deal with it then.)<br/><br/>The ancient wooden floors felt like they were on the verge of creaking with every step she took.  The stairway was almost impossible to navigate quietly; she just took the last few steps in a hop-and-run, hoping she wasn't making too much of a crash, and skidded her way -- was that Olivia she was seeing go in?<br/><br/>Huh.<br/><br/>And then, Suzanne was in the room herself, behind Olivia (and Lakresha?) and four other girls, one of them she remembered winning the scavenger hunt competition (no, blood, don't boil now) and another from the hug-mannequin-bot concern and then a couple more she remembered... seeing.  The latter two were looking very pleased with themselves, and Madoka a little flushed...<br/><br/>"So what's all up in this?" she asked, kind of looking for a place to pop up onto and sit.