<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/5/5c/HerbWitchProfile.jpg)</div><strong>Name: </strong>Amelda Liddle (She/Her)<br/><strong>Student ID: </strong>N/A<br/><strong>Age/Year: </strong>Occult Studies Department Admin<br/><strong>Area of Study:</strong>Weaving and Making<br/><strong>Date and Time:</strong>Monday, September 7th | Conjuration Class<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Conjuration Summoning Room<br/><strong>Tag:</strong>Erzulie | Mentioning Professors Whately and Poole<br/><hr/>A haggard Amelda Liddle slid to a halt in front of the summoning lab doors.  The screeching cry of Pauly, her messenger mandrake, had been successful at doing little more than unnerving and dazing the scattered students who had been left out of the summoning lab when its hermetically sealed doors closed.<br/><br/>Not even Pauly’s crying would alert anyone behind those doors once they had been shut and sealed by the instructor. Luckily Amelda knew the emergency opening incantation for every threshold in the school.<br/><br/>“Hush, Paulie!” She said sharper than she had intended. Paulie stopped crying with an indignant whimper, and Amelda gave her an apologetic look.  Somewhere behind her, she heard the thump of a stunned student fall out of their chair.  She would send a nurse to check on everyone later when the immediate emergency was well in hand.<br/><br/>Amelda’s hair, make-up, and clothing started off the day in immaculate condition.  Her blouse pressed and ironed, her lengthy hair stowed in perfect pigtails and stockings a pristine white.  You could tell how her day was going by how flushed, disheveled and rumpled she looked when she appeared. Today was not a good day.  Spidery strands of hair had pulled free, and she was constantly blowing them out of her face. Her blouse was wrinkled, and her messenger bag was filled to overflowing with paperwork and scrolls. She was fairly sure there was a trail of left behind her as she had sprinted across campus.  Her stockings were splotched with what could have been charcoal or pitch and other unknown smudges.  There was a fresh scratch on her pretty cheek, and one of her pigtails was no longer symmetrical on her head.<br/><br/>Luckily for Amelda, she knew the emergency opening incantation for every school door, including the summoning lab.  Had this been a more run-of-the-mill emergency Amelda would have observed all safety protocols, but this was not run of the mill at all, and she had to risk it.<br/><br/>Amelda fished a piece of chalk out of her bag, sending another few sheets of paper floating to the floor, and quickly scrawled out the symbols needed for the emergency opening spell.<br/><br/>She placed a hand with long delicate-looking fingers onto the hastily drawn symbols. She noted with not a little disappointment the chipped nail on her ring finger.  With a defeated sigh, she whispered the opening incantation and felt the wards drop.  Amelda pushed the door open quickly and entered with Paulie trudging along behind.<br/>Ms. Erzulie stood, watching her, with a perturbed look on her face. Amelda knew she would have felt the wards drop and wasn’t happy.<br/><br/>“What is it, Amelda?” the intense instructor asked.<br/><br/>“Forgive my intrusion Ms. Oshun, but we have an emergency, and you are needed in the gym.  It appears someone summoned an infant Kraken in the lap pool.  Ms. Whately and Ms. Poole are requesting your help expeditiously.” Her calm words were at odds with her hard breathing and discombobulated appearance.<br/><br/>“Oh!”  It was probably the most surprise anyone would hear in her voice the entire semester.  Erzulie hurried towards the door, brushing past the winded Amelda, who wished nothing more than to sit down for a moment to catch her breath.<br/><br/>”Let’s go, Miss Liddle.” Erzulie ordered as she reached the door. Amelda sighed again and forced the wariness away.<br/><br/>“Yes, Professor Oshun.” She replied dutifully and hurried after her.<br/><br/>“Please continue, students. This won’t be but a moment.” It was clear from the look Amelda shot Ms. Oshun before the lab door closed and the seals flared back to life, she thought the instructor's assessment was overly optimistic.<br/><br/><br/><div align="center"><strong>~This Conjuration Class Scene is Closed to New Students.  Only Students who have already posted their arrival can post.  Let the smuttiness begin!~</strong></div>