<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/7f/3edc100a1332833afa55bfe2ed9c3a7b.jpg)</div><strong>Name: </strong>Amelia 'Mimi' Whately (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=330468.msg15785487#msg15785487)<br/><strong>Student ID: </strong>WTCH303-1890<br/><strong>Area of Study:</strong>History Witch<br/><strong>Date and Time:</strong>Thursday, September 10th | After classes<br/><strong>Location:</strong>School Bookstore<br/><strong>Tag:</strong>Closed | Helena<br/><strong>Notes:</strong>wearing (https://tse2.mm.bing.net/th?id=OIP.7yHtdCoIOLmfvhOURBQ01QHaKG&pid=Api&P=0&w=300&h=300)<br/><hr/><br/>"You know. I always wondered if my sister actually liked being called Professor any. It feels," and she stretched out the word like taffy through her teeth, "<em>awkwaaaaard</em>." Mimi liked to listen,<em>almost </em>as much as she liked to speak. She dedicated herself to someone speaking to her with every bit as much zeal as priests to their altar. Almost reverent, contemplating words by the syllable, pauses by the grain of sand in the hourglass. It was inspiring, how many of her peers had no magical heritage in their blood that had ended up in one of Winchester's most prestigiously horny sororities.<br/><br/>There were whisperings about Helena, according to some of the other girls who knew girls who knew friends who knew vague anonymous sources, the sort of people Mimi sat with sometimes more because they wanted her to be there than vice versa. Something about her history, rumors that the teachers already knew her for some reason. Mimi obviously didn't care. It wasn't in one ear and out the other, but there were entire libraries worth of trivia that had no value or basis in fact that Mimi held onto out of habit, in that little archive right between her very two ears.<br/><br/>"Well, you wouldn't be assigning them Viagra potion crafting... Honestly, maybe Mrs. Poole would be. I could see it, y'know?" She was definitely very acutely aware of the exact location where Helena had abandoned the book, it drawing in her eyes like honey and vinegar for wandering flies.<br/><br/>"I mean think about it-"<br/><br/>And yes, she casually grabbed that tome and started searching the pages, with absolutely no shame.<br/><br/>"I guess one of the things that I've always wanted to emphasize more in the way I approach magic is not, uh, tunnel visioning onto it? If that makes sense." Side by side, random passerby in the bookstore hunting for whatever thing they desperately needed for last minute cramming, didn't spare either of them a backwards glance beyond the amount of time needed for bull-rushing them out of the way of the aisle. Mimi narrated her spiel like a conductor did their composition, her hands spelling a tale all their own. I don't know how to dance, or something like that. "Like, it's just a tool. Like anything else, we shouldn't limit ourselves to studying only one thing. Medicine exists-" and yes, she had indeed been inspired onto this particular tangent by the word Viagra- "and those without magic do quite a good job with it, not demanding we always be around to fix everything for them with expensive, exhausting spells of mending mortal wounds, so on. It's not as powerful, maybe, but... I dunno."<br/><br/>"Like, imagine Mrs. Laveau. Sure she's definitely powerful enough to summon whips and chains out of thin air-" Most obvious secret of a teacher's tastes ever, by the way. It was a secret so poorly kept it was virtually on the WITCH orientation tour program. "But there's still a charm in having a certain implement, a mundane thing, that is familiar in the hand and has kissed some girl's ass before. So on."