<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/mFt2Ik1.jpg?1)</div><strong>Name: </strong>Jolyn Winters (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=330468.msg15785354#msg15785354)<br/><strong>Student ID: </strong>WTCH381-9643<br/><strong>Age/Year: </strong>18 / Freshman<br/><strong>Area of Study:</strong>Weaving and Making<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Family Room<br/><strong>Tag:</strong>Open, Alexis, potion group briefly mentioned<br/><hr/><br/>Jolyn stared quietly out the window, watching the rain pour down. She wasn't a big fan of the rain honestly, despite it being a stereotypical "witchy" thing to enjoy. The raven haired girl much preferred clear skies and sunny beaches, and Floridians had a handful of reasons not to like storms, granted she had only been two years old for the really big one. Honestly it was a lot to adjust to, and not just the weather. Massachusetts might as well have been a different world entirely from Florida, and the university was unlike anything she had ever seen. She turned her attention back inwards, casually circling around the room gazing at all the various decor of the room. The house itself was another thing she was still taking in bit by bit. It also wasn't much her style, too dark and kinda gloomy, but she supposed that's what they called "atmospheric" right? It certainly felt appropriately "witchy" at least.<br/><br/>She stopped in front of the house's charter plaque, giving it another look over, "Anyone find it odd how the rules start out all 'protect the innocent and fight the darkness' but then the bulk of it is all sex stuff?" she asked aloud, though to not to anyone in particular, "I mean I dig the free love and everything, but it's a bit of a tonal whiplash. You'd think they'd make a separate plaque for it" she mused, a small chuckle and shake of her head suggesting it wasn't meant as a serious critique or anything.<br/><br/>Jolyn glanced over her shoulder and noticed the small pile forming at the potion table. She was tempted to get in on it, but opted to wait for it to be less crowded so she didn't have to awkwardly shuffle past anyone. Instead her attention turned to Alexis. Jolyn would lean over the couch she was sitting in from behind, her elbows propped up on the back, fingers crossed above Alexis's head, her ample bust hanging precariously close to the other woman's neck, "Doubt it. At least not the kind of 'laps' you do with your legs..." she cooed, spotting how "heated" the concotion seemed to get them, her voice carrying an unseen wink, "you're looking pretty cozy. mind if I join you?"