<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/70/03/58/70035820cd03f7ac492adc6f8e2d02f3.jpg)</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>Saturday, September 5th | Dinner time<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Dining Room Potion Bar. -> Family Room<br/><strong>Tag:</strong>Dorothy, Tessa, Innez<br/><strong>Notes:</strong><br/><br/><hr/><br/><br/>How had she ended up the centre of attention? This trio of super-hot witches taking some unknown alchemical substance, and somehow it was plain, simple<em>Helena</em>who everyone was talking about...Sure, it was nice to not be alone as much, but was it really so important to focus on her, and ask her questions? She took a small gulp, not particularly good at hiding her nerves, but also not distracted like the others. She was thankfully sober, and seeing Innez and Dori reacting as they were to the droplet, she was glad she wasn't the sort to give into peer pressure instantly. “<strong>England wasn't too bad. Thankfully no need to ride a broomstick across the Pond when a Plane will do just fine.</strong>” She let out a sort of nervous laugh, not sure if that really counted as a joke. She was starting to feel slightly overwhelmed, especially when Dori yelped out her country of origin like it was the last great answer on a quiz show.<br/><br/>“<strong>Uh...yeah, it's...certainly not as busy as America. It has its perks and its problems, y'know?</strong>” She smiled at the 'lame' looking Dori, nodding and trying to make it clear she understood a bit of nerves in a situation like this. Thankfully, it was about now that Tessa took to making herself the Centre-Stage again, and led the march towards the Family room. Shrugging and holding her own brew, still idly shaking it like an untested wine, she followed the Red-head, if only to get out of the way. Others probably wanted the Potion Bar, after all...<br/><br/>Tessa bounced around conversation like a walking, talking pinball. She went from Helena, to History, to the teacher, to her personality, and then to her looks. That quickly careened into the other teacher's appearances, then to the boys of BRO house, then to compliment them. It was almost hard to keep up with the woman, but the compliment had Helena's smile grow a little. It always felt good to be complimented, especially by someone attractive. “<strong>Thanks...For the Compliment, I mean. Also, I uh- What did you give them?</strong>” Her head tilted as she finally asked the question on her mind. The pipette had to have had something pretty interesting in it, as both of the other Non-Tessa women were acting pretty unusually, and weren't exactly being subtle about just what the substance was making them feel. She took a moment to glance down at her own brew, bringing it to her lips and sipping it. Within moments, her shoulders slumped as the potion soothed and relaxed the slightly-uptight Englishwoman. She slumped into the chair next to Tessa, sighing contentedly as her apprehension melted away with the over-sweet elixir. "<strong>Mmm~uch better... </strong>"