<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/1/15/3b8fec26c8b88c515dcc25857e5fa966.jpg)</div><strong>Name: </strong>Amelia 'Mimi' Whately (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=330468.msg15785487#msg15785487)<br/><strong>Student ID: </strong>WTCH303-1890<br/><strong>Area of Study:</strong>History Witch<br/><strong>Date and Time:</strong>Saturday, September 5th | Dinner time<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Kitchen -> Serendipity's Bedroom<br/><strong>Tag:</strong>Open | Serendipity<br/><hr/><br/>"Oh yes, I'd love to help you out!" That had totally fired up Mimi, all of a sudden. She was naturally bubbly in tenor, but had suddenly become so ebullient it was a small wonder she hadn't spontaneously dissolved into the same storm of suds they'd abandoned in the sink. "Two girls can do better work than one." It remained ambiguous, as to whether Mimi was purposely trying to phrase things in the most out-of-context unfriendly was possible. She certainly didn't have the sobriety to pause for the punchline, and she seemed close to snatching Sera's hand in her own and running up the sorority's stairwell.<br/><br/>The look on her face when she first entered Sera's room also suited her! Abject horror briefly sucking her irises in like the event horizon of a black hole, she wore it with a certain charismatic anti-elegance. Much like the campy movies of yesteryear, up until she pulled herself together and stopped broadcasting her shock over what was for all intents and purposes a fairly normal college girl's bedroom.<br/><br/>"Room, uh, down the hall. Would you want to arrange stuff in here a bit, maybe? I have free time." Her smile was cheerily airheaded, her eyes screamed 'please say yes' in about as subtle a way as trains coughed while smoking coal.