<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>Tuesday, September 8th | High Noon<br/><strong>Location:</strong>On Campus Coffee Shop<br/><strong>Tag:</strong>Nadine | Closed<br/><strong>Notes:</strong>Wearing a Chequered Dress (https://i.pinimg.com/236x/75/45/29/7545290c600dcc72fcdaafc582f86d6a.jpg), leggings, and a pair of knee-high boots.<br/><hr/>Helena listened with raptured interest as Nadine poured her thoughts on the importance of her study into rather eloquent a speech. The presentation of her magical study as the building blocks of other schools of thinking and magical theory was...honestly fascinating, if not a little daunting. So much to be unravelled and unmade, only to be pieced back together and-<br/><br/>Nadine's little anecdote at the end caught the Paler-skinned woman off guard, and highlighted another tint of embarrassment as she readjusted to the culture of the Academy once again. Teachers flirting with students should have been scandalous and yet...<br/><br/>...and yet was it so bad? Nadine was drop dead gorgeous, with her angular face and her full, inviting lips...<br/><br/>She barely even noticed that she was sat down when her thoughts got out of the gutter. Her hands were cupping her drink, and she watched Nadine return to centre stage as she sat opposite her. She was succinct and direct; to the point, as she seemed to be in all things. There was something to admire in that. What she had heard about the supposed disciplinarian had likely just been bad-mouthing from those who'd been slighted by her. The wavy haired woman's aura had a way of just...drawing you in. “<strong>I-uh, well that's...flattering, but I'm not trying to take up your time. Maybe some guidance, but direct tutoring and a schedule? That's...a lot, for not much.</strong>” She shrugged, trying to pass off the flattering offer as too much even though it was so very, very tempting. “<strong>...If I were being greedy; I'd probably want a guide and some...infrequent tutoring, I guess? Nothing too taxing. Whenever it suits us both, sort of thing...But only if that's-that's not too much, y'know?</strong>” She took a moment to break the shortbread apart with a fork, stabbing into a piece and bringing it to her lips, before turning the plate towards Nadine, offering her a bite to eat as well. It was only fair. She was taking the woman's time, so why not offer a snack in return?