<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/e9/3f/23/e93f23b775b6f115d37f7034afab9b50.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Bella Peake<br/><strong>Student ID:</strong>WTCH402-9012<br/><strong>Age/Year</strong>19/Freshman<br/><strong>Area of Study:</strong>Conjuring<br/><strong>Date and Time:</strong>Thursday, September 10th | Evening<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Her Bedroom<br/><strong>Tag:</strong>Helena| Closed<br/><hr/><br/>Although she wasn't quite sure where she expected Helena to settle it hadn't been on the floor like that. Still, Bella just smiled down at her as she watched her splay the various notes on the floor. At least she came prepared. Bella was used to some who did none of the work and put in no effort and yet still expected to get help.<br/><br/>As Helena clarified Bella gave a nod, feeling that made sense. Anything that slipped the witch away from feeling the moment was a huge barrier. Perhaps she'd let slip some of her own issues by jumping straight to anxiety and worry. The two came together and about as naturally for her as breathing did. Still, now wasn't the time for an impromptu therapy session.<br/><br/>"I think it makes sense," She responded positively, able to relate at least a little to that way of seeing all the vast possibilities and losing track of what was right in front of you. "Like trying to run before you can walk, right? Maybe if you get the real basics down to muscle memory that will help. It might not be possible, or wise, to try to stop you being so curious and creative," Bella suggested, admiring those traits and certainly wanting Helena to keep both.<br/><br/>"You just need to get practice in. Maybe with me and Monet? We can bash our heads against the wall together, that way, at least," She offered, knowing that repetitive practice was a lot more fun and effective with company.