<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/Rt15vIB.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>Tuesday, September 8th | High Noon<br/><strong>Location:</strong>On Campus Coffee Shop<br/><strong>Tag:</strong>Nadine | Closed<br/><strong>Notes:</strong>Wearing a Chequered Dress (https://i.pinimg.com/236x/75/45/29/7545290c600dcc72fcdaafc582f86d6a.jpg), leggings, and a pair of knee-high boots. Scene End~<br/><hr/>Hearing Nadine's delighted little grumble of delight made the Witch suddenly glad they were sat down, her knees briefly weakened at the moan of sultry-sounding delight. There was something so intimate in the moment, it was almost impossible to put to words. The act of giving freely, the utmost acceptance and the wordless thanks...It was gratifying and rewarding and it almost made her miss the grin that came to answer her counter-offer of playing assistant.<br/><br/>Helena let Nadine took, and then took the offered hand with perhaps a little more over-exuberance than she should have. It was exciting to be chosen and to be told you were worthy of both the attention and the confidence of someone who had been doing this for a long time. “<strong>I'll happily set those Fridays aside for you, and it'll be a delight to help out on Tuesdays, Miss Nadine.</strong>” She said, letting the last pair of words flow off of her tongue in a sort of testing, tasting way. It flowed nicely enough, and had her smiling briefly before she realised she still had plenty to do. She opened her mouth to speak as Nadine carried on, her complimentary words kept catching Helena flat-footed, as did her rather shameless flirting near the end. It made Helena want to blush, but she kept her nerve in a vainglorious attempt not to seem overeager, or dorky. Each time Nadine paused, whether to drink, or adjust herself, Helena kept trying to muster up the nerve to say something else. Ask more questions, or offer more suggestions that might ingratiate herself...She didn't feel worthy of the time offered, but here she was. Best way to prove herself wrong on the sense of self-doubt was to make that time worthwhile, and ask many questions, right? She should ask more questions. She should say more things. She should...She should...<br/><br/>Questions in her throat seemed to fizzle into nothingness as Nadine made it clear it was time to part. It made sense, of course, but something was hungry in Helena's soul, and Nadine was a veritable feast...of knowledge, of course. She wanted to say something witty and startling that would make the teacher want to stay and talk more, but then she just...didn't. That wasn't her style, and to try and present herself in that way would be a facetious lie. Instead, she politely bowed her head, let her smile soften into something gentle and pleasant, and she gave a more reserved retort. “<strong>I'm looking forward to it Miss Nadine.</strong>” There was no lie in her voice, and what had started with a bump and some terror had left with Helena gaining a new contact, and a rather lovely view of Nadine's swishing hips as she left for class.<br/><br/>Briefly, a thought clung in her head. Today was Tuesday...Was she meant to turn up to today's class as an assistant? Surely if that was what Nadine had meant she'd have asked her to accompany the woman, or said something about it. If she didn't show up, would she be a flake? If she<em>did</em>show up, and that wasn't what she meant, would she look desperate?<br/><br/>Oh Hells...