<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/6Mvy2bg.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>Thursday, September 10th | After Class<br/><strong>Location:</strong>On-Site Bookstore<br/><strong>Tag:</strong>Mimi | Closed<br/><strong>Notes:</strong>Wearing (https://i.pinimg.com/564x/09/a8/a6/09a8a63ca0b99ae0788eb4a86b19c380.jpg), with a Sunhat.<br/><br/><hr/><br/>There was a smirk on Helena's face as she mentioned not needing to ever throw fireballs. Unfortunately, Helena could think of way too many times when a well applied fireball might have saved her some hassle in the last fourty-eight hours...<br/><br/>“<strong>Good spot, Professor Whately.</strong>” She giggled to herself again, enjoying the joke just a little too much. Imagining a world ten years from now where Mimi and Helena were the ones running this particular asylum was appealing, if not a little naïve. After all, wouldn't they both be fighting for the same spot? Both would be vying for the role as the next History buff, right? And even then, both would be contending with Mimi's older sister as well.<br/><br/>“<strong>I'm...not sure what I'd assign students.</strong>” She said, a little unsure of it even as Mimi explained her sister's way of dealing with magic, and the rather...colourful imagery that brought to her mind after recent experimentation. “<strong>There's still so much for me to learn. I'm shamefully underprepared for the...the depth of studies that some of the others have got under their sleeves. I'm first-generation. There has never been another Cross in my family who could call themselves a witch.</strong>”<br/><br/>It was a...colourful truth, even if the words were technically true. No other<em>Cross</em>had been a witch.<br/><br/>“<strong>I think...I think I'm discovering the delights of the unknown though. New experiences, new experiments, new curiosities. I think I'd...I think Miss Cross would encourage her students to try something new once in a while.</strong>” As if to dramatically make her point known, the Black-haired Englishwoman opened the Potion's tome into a random page, looking down at a recipe for a Lust philtre, scribbled with a warning in what could only be some sort of black charcoal.<br/><br/>'<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: andale mono;"><em>If effects last for more than four days, recommend consulting assistance from other practitioners.</em></span>'<br/><br/>“<strong>...Great, I found the Magical Viagra potion.</strong>” She said, a little hint of pink on her cheeks at that, as she put the Potion book back where she'd found it. Experiment failed, apparently. She'd just managed to embarrass herself.