<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/fW2GJ99.jpg?1)</div><strong>Name: </strong>Serendipity Carmichael (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=330468.msg15779726#msg15779726)<br/><strong>Student ID: </strong>WTCH101-1542<br/><strong>Area of Study: </strong>Weaving and Making<br/><strong>Date and Time: </strong>Monday, September 7th | Late Evening<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Sera's Room<br/><strong>Tag:</strong>Tilly<br/><strong>Notes:</strong><br/><hr/><br/>"<em>The key to a successful summoning is to determine the characteristics of a spirit that best complement that of the caster. This increases the probability of successful summoning, and even more importantly, successful implementation of a pact between both parties.</em>" Sera put down the book and sighed. She was one of those students that were "behind" in Erzulie's class, and today's debacle in the lab was not inspiring a whole lot of confidence here. She just didn't<em>get</em>conjuration. Weaving and making were easy because in the end they were about<em>things</em>. This stuff, though, this was about<em>people</em>, well, maybe loosely defined, but thinking, feeling beings with hopes and fears, wants and desires, hopes and dreams, all the messy stuff that made a person a person all the same. Maybe Sera wasn't a complete introvert, but she held no delusions about her abilities either - she was almost entirely hopeless in the finer arts of persuasion.<br/><br/>She had been struggling with the text for almost two hours now. She had long ago shifted from her desk to her bed in the hopes that being more comfortable would make her more receptive to the material. The floor was littered with similar evidence of her struggle to that effect - her shoes, her socks, her shirt, her jeans, her tank. Even now she was tossing about over the covers in her lacy pink underthings to find that positional sweet spot to no avail. The damn book may as well have been written in hieroglyphics for all the good it was doing Sera. She buried her face in her pillow as the book tumbled to the floor, pages spreading to reflect the chaos in her head. "Goddess, how do people<em>cast</em>these things and then deal with it for the next six months or whatever?"