<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/Rt15vIB.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>Saturday, September 12th | About 10:00am<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Breakfast Bar<br/><strong>Tag:</strong>Tessa, Alexis, Delaney, OPEN<br/><strong>Notes:</strong>Wearing a Baggy Shirt, Leggings, and underwear.  New Day.<br/><br/><hr/><br/><br/>By now, Helena had started to figure out the core aspects of some of her fellow sisters at Gamma-Rho-Lambda. Tessa had turned out to be the biggest surprise. Her first showing had been of a fairly flamboyant and bombastic girl, taking selfies and encouraging hedonistic dips into debauchery and carnality, and yet somehow she was also quickly proving to have a cunning side to her. The way she handled the Possession, for example. While Taegan might debate it, Tessa had taken some level of control in that hostile and unexpected challenge; a beacon of stability in the insanity. She'd encouraged others not to make foolish deals, and had distracted several of the demons with...well...hedonistic dips into debauchery and carnality.<br/><br/>...and yet no sister had walked out with a potentially dangerous or life-changing deal on their hand.<br/><br/>Again, Taegan might not agree so much, from the second hound recounting of events, but the woman was still here.<br/><br/>A couple of minutes passed, before Helena brought over a steaming pot of coffee and a tray of mugs. Floating behind her, the Pink-and-white Imp carried a hefty stack of pancakes. Teine placed the plate in the centre of the table, and floated closer to Helena. The gothic witch, rolling her eyes, planted a kiss on the Imp's cheek before nodding back towards the kitchen. “<strong>Plates, as well, please.</strong>”<br/><br/>The Imp's face dropped and it floated off grumbling before returning with five plates. With that done, it sat in Helena's lap and took one pancake, an oversized meal for the short stack of an imp, onto its own plate and began to eat. Helena meanwhile started pouring cups of coffee for all four of the girls, with cups to spare for latecomers. She slid one to Delaney as asked for, and then took one for herself, adding milk and sugar to taste for herself and leaving the coffee available for Tessa and Alexis to take. She wasn't so sure about Alexis, but Delaney had seemed the dependable sort after the mishap in Hexology. Alexis being an unknown was merely a lack of contact, although that would hopefully change soon enough.<br/><br/>Plating up a couple of pancakes for herself, Helena started to nibble slowly at the sugary snack, humming with a smirk and swollen cheeks that just oozed contentment. When she'd finished her first mouthful, she smiled at Delaney first. “<strong>I know there's a party at some point, but I was hoping we could start investigating all of these crazy happenings at campus. Krakens, and crooked Conjuration circles? On the same day? Can't be coincidence. I also have a copy of the original conjuration circle I made...</strong>” The History witch withdrew her own phone, and showed the picture of a perfectly drawn circle. By all accounts, one that simply<em>couldn't</em>have malfunctioned in the way it did. For one, it only had enough magical structure to summon a single creature without collapsing and failing. “<strong>Hopefully Miss Oshun can confirm my theory; but I don't think its possible for any other conclusion to be drawn, except for sabotage.</strong>” She'd sent the Professor an email concerning her conclusion this morning, and hoped to get news by Monday to confirm it.<br/><br/>As for the mention of the party, she'd been given a flyer by a particularly hunky BRO frat member. It had been flattering, seeing how he'd undressed her with his eyes, and with a newfound devil on her shoulder - or in her lap as it was this morning - it had been a lot easier to give into some of the more errant and delightful little thoughts her normally nervous self might have simply shot down.