<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/3c/Ririfinal1_by_vactuart-d9pkdvm.png)</div><strong>Name: </strong>Lakresha Price<br/><strong>Student ID: </strong>OS843-0710<br/><strong>Age/Year: </strong>19/Freshman<br/><strong>Area of Study:</strong>Occult Historian<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Main Hall 8:00 PM<br/><strong>Tag:</strong>Angel, Riley<br/><hr/><br/>The velvety soft aged parchment tube of her scroll selected Angel with a touch. The seal had been broken, but it was a list she'd barely glimpsed. Finding the things wasn't her priority. Finding someone to have interesting conversation with while they wandered in search of rainbows and four leaf clovers was. "Want to check out a creaky witch coven's basement with me?" Her knees dipped, shoulders slouched, head lolled like a zombie. ♫<em>"We're going to get yoooou!" </em><br/><br/>Being scared as a pair felt too forward. Even spidering her fingers at the tiny hairs on Angel's skin, braving a spooky cellar with only one another for comfort just felt too intimate. Felt like something might happen, might click. Her hand shot up over the congregated heads to catch Riley's attention. No mistaking her enthusiasm for just a hello, this was a summoning to mischief.<br/><br/>Bit by bit the list unfurled for a second read. "Oh, it's like a poem. That's cute!" On down the list. "I'd like to be clever with them, but maybe this is an actual spell. Maybe we should be more literal? A stolen kiss, okay." Crisply creased parchment, tucked away. "What do you want to bet they've tied up a pledge boy down there."