<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/45/DownloadWitchSmall.jpg)</div><strong>Name: </strong>Alizarine Duval<br/><strong>Student ID: </strong>WTCH421-6969<br/><strong>Area of Study:</strong>Conjuring<br/><strong>Date and Time:</strong>Just after 8AM, September 3rd<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Mr's Laveau's office<br/><strong>Tag:</strong>Nadine Laveau|<br/><strong>Notes:</strong><br/><hr/><br/>Alizarine glanced back at the teacher, her semi-closed eyes quite an erotic delight to the view. Her long dark eyelashes helped somehow in giving her that sleepy, slightly vapid look on her gorgeous face. She femininely brushed off a streak of her blonde mane out of her face, and muttered llow, and slowly, with a slightly husky voice.<br/><br/>"Mrs Laveau.I'm a conjurer. And.. I'm a Duval.. I mean, you don't seriously expect me to do things like.. the plebe..." she explained, as if it was perfectly natural. She oozed confidence, haughtiness and disidain at this moment.<br/><br/>She shifted sliglhtly the way she was posing, and her gaze roamed upon Monet's figure. She had nothing against the girl, but they didn't know each other, and in Alizarine's world, she was just another girl from the crowd. Just more interesting because she was also a witch.<br/>