<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/Qcw85qy.jpg)</div><strong>Name: </strong>Cassandra "Cassie" Blair<br/><strong>Student ID: </strong>WTCH101-2451<br/><strong>Area of Study:</strong>Cauldronary Arts<br/><strong>Date and Time:</strong>Saturday, September 5th, After dinner<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Family Room<br/><strong>Tag:</strong>Jolyn, Helena, Alexis, Delaney,<br/><strong>Notes:</strong>Fuck this shit....<br/><hr/>All she really wanted was the droppers.  She reached for them when Jolyn initially offered them, only to have them snatched away from her.  The glint in Jolyn's eyes was a familiar one.  Cassie had seen it often growing up. It was often worn by those who felt they were superior to her.  Thought they were smarter, prettier, wealthier, or endless list of other possibilities.  Those same people used that belief to make themselves feel important enough to have an excuse to treat Cassie like crap.  It was an illogical belief to think she'd escape it in college, or that the sisters of GRL were above such pettiness and bitchiness.  A few years ago, Cassie may've called Jolyn a bitch, because she sure was acting like one, and walked away.<br/><br/>Cassie smiled softly as she watched Jolyn's display.  She flopped into Delaney's lap and then dropped the the liquid on her thigh so that it would glide down her leg to her cunt.  A quick cursory glance around the room informed the pink-haired girl that no one was going to step in and intervene.  No one else was doing anything close to this.  There was snuggling, some kissing, a little bit of petting.  No one was being pressured into doing something just to fit in and join the club.  Hell, she was the only sober one in the room.  That wasn't true, she thought.  Delaney hadn't imbibed.  No her "sister" sat there content to be used as a cushion, and just as complacent as Jolyn.  From the smug look on the yoga-pant wearing girl, she didn't give a fuck, as long as she wasn't in Cassie's shoes.  For being silent, she was as big a bitch as Jolyn.<br/><br/>Her smile remained as she leaned over, her face came within inches of Jolyn's.  Perhaps, to others, it looked like she was going to kiss Jolyn.  How come Alexis got the pleasantry of a kiss, yet Jolyn thought it fitting to make Cassie do something degrading and embarrassing.  The musician was nothing but a bully, simple as that.  She wanted to spit in the girl's face.  Someone she thought had been so sexy and desirable, had just as quickly shifted to someone she despised - possibly hated.<br/><br/>With a quick movement, her middle finger ran up Jolyn's leg and gathered the liquid.  She plopped her finger in her mouth as she stood straight.  She sucked on her finger and pulled it from her puckered lips until it stood tall in front of the lounging witch's eyes, her other fingers curled downward.<br/><br/><strong>"Thanks!"</strong>she said with a smile and a voice the belied her inner turmoil.  In fact, her voice sounded quite cheery.  Moments later, she plopped down next to Helena, closed her eyes, and sighed as she allowed the mixture to sweep over her.