<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/54/ee/cb/54eecbb2d43697e575a0163558535c4c.jpg)</div><strong>Name: </strong>Isabelle Thomas<br/><strong>Student ID: </strong>OS112-2X33<br/><strong>Age/Year: </strong>19 / Sophmore<br/><strong>Area of Study:</strong>Occult History<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Main Hall 8:00 PM<br/><strong>Tag:</strong>Lakresha Price, Roxanne C. Laveau, Open<br/><hr/><br/>Isabelle, as always, had been buried in the library combing through the most esoteric tomes it contained for glimmers of knowledge pertaining to magical practices and customs of yesteryear. It was her passion, some call it her obsession, and she lost all track of time when deep in the stacks. That's how it ended up being that she missed realizing the day was long since over and the time had come to put in an appearance at the mixer with the new girls of Gamma Rho Lambda. She sighed and tried to right her hair as she tried to decide if she really needed to change for the party. As she used a darkened window as a mirror she heard Juliette's admonishments about not knowing when to make an entrance play through her mind.<br/><br/>With that reminder ringing through her head, Isabelle remembered a spell she'd recently unearthed attributed to Fairy magic. She went to her things and drew out the special wand she'd prepared when she thought she might attempt the spell made of aspen wood from a tree that had been hit by lightning. As she waved it in time with the magic words she chanted it trailed scintillating sparks in the air. She entombed the following words of power in a sing song tone:<br/><br/><div align="center">Salagadoola mechicka boola <br/>bibbidi-bobbidi-boo <br/>Put 'em together and what have you got <br/>bibbidi-bobbidi-boo <br/><br/>Salagadoola mechicka boola <br/>bibbidi-bobbidi-boo<br/>It'll do magic believe it or not<br/>bibbidi-bobbidi-boo<br/><br/>Salagadoola means mechicka booleroo<br/>But the thingmabob that does the job is<br/>bibbidi-bobbidi-boo<br/><br/>Salagadoola menchicka boola <br/>bibbidi-bobbidi-boo<br/>Put 'em together and what have you got<br/>bibbidi-bobbidi <br/>bibbidi-bobbidi <br/>bibbidi-bobbidi-boo</div><br/>As the spell was cast, Isabelle was surrounded by swirling motes of magic that settled upon her dissolving away all she wore and replacing it with a gown worthy of a princess. It was made of a gauzy, chiffon like substance that swirled around her noiselessly as she moved. The cut was exquisite and it flattered her figure impossibly well but the piece<div class="floatright">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/69/cb/d8/69cbd8a96e8af15121d0fc53e9902d1c.jpg)</div>de resistance was the pair of glass slippers that surrounded her feet. She admired her reflection and thought, "Perhaps a tad over dressed, and yet, I don't think Juliette will be unhappy with the result." She nodded once and went to join the party, unaware of the conditions of the spell that made time her enemy.<br/><br/>Isabelle glided into the party, her shoes making a crisp tinkling sound with each step she took. She looked about and waved to those she knew from last year then tried to pick out the newly arrived students. She grabbed a drink off a passing tray and sipped from it, noticing the girl in the velvet cat suit and favoring her with a warm smile. She set a course through the party that had her meet with Lakresha Price. Then she blinked a lot as a girl with blue-black hair stumbled out of the shadows and accosted Lakresha. She tried to warn the newcomer of the drunk girl's approach, raising a finger and gesturing at Roxanne, but her warning may have come too late to be of any help.<div class="floatright"><sub>OOC: Isabelle post transformation</sub></div><br/>"Girls, are you both ok?" Isabelle asked as she stepped over to them, reaching out to help Roxanne off Lakresha. She flashed Lakresha an apologetic smile saying, "usually this sort of thing doesn't happen until after a few rounds of Spell Pong. Oh, I'm Isabelle, sophomore. Welcome to GR." That last bit is said wanly.