<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>Library after midnight<br/><strong>Tag:</strong>Olivia, Madoka, Angel, Matty, Kendra, Allie, Suzanne<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Black charmeuse slip, black bridal robe, black kitty slippers<br/><hr/><br/>"Hey-" She gave Angel an incredulous smile. "That was hardly a dare. That was just being sociable! Madoka, tel her I didn't dare you to be my friend." She was chickening out. Lakresha was not going to do it. But now everyone was looking at her, and- oh yeah- she had almost been responsible for Angel's death tonight, so Lakresha owed her one. "So the magic I know is older, Voynich manuscript type of stuff. I sort of just dabble in whatever I find interesting." It felt condemning to be admitting this to a room full of witches already firmly set in their arcanas of choice and improvising all new magics. "I know an African fertiity song, a love spell to Eros, and a Vodun lust curse." And she knew at once which one it was going to be.<br/><br/>"I'm going to need a ring. Gold or plastic or something off your keychain, it doesn't matter, just so long as makes a closed circle." She held out her palm for a donation, and in that moment really felt like a witch. This was going pro. When she had something suitable laid across her palm, Lakresha plucked a single wavy black hair from her head. But, this was just the beginning. She reached out and stole one from Madoka. "Sorry." A frizz from Kendra, a gold thread from Matty. "Little pinch." Daring nails sorted through Allison's hair for a thread, and Angel, that was a challenge, but she'd issued the dare, so Lakresha made her surrender one too. "It's all part of the spell." Suzanne she did not approach from the front. Lakreasha plucked a fine black hair at arm's length from behind, out of fear of catching a slap. "Yoink."<br/><br/>Tying each one together in a chain through the ring was intricate work. Lakresha needed to start again each time she lost track of her threads. But when it was done, it was already looking like the focus of a hex. "Wrapped in silk," she remembered, and unfurled the sash from her robe. It criss-crossed over the ring like a wrapped present. When the bundle was hidden, she donned the vanishingly thin string around her neck and tucked the black-wrapped ring down into her charmeuse, between her breasts. Now came the waiting.<br/><br/>Lakresha sat for a moment fingers laced and counting silently before explaining what any of that had been about. "This is adapted from<em>La Petit Albert, </em>an Enlightenment grimoire. It's an interesting text because it was written in the style of the scientific journals of the time with reproducable methods. Compare that to occultism, which is often so vague- oh! It's done." Lakresha retrieved the ring, warmed by her heart. Unwrapped it from silk, broke and discarded the strand of hairs.<br/><br/>"I thought you might like something with roots in the dawn of science," she said, kneeling before Olivia with the ring. "Ms. Solomon, are you prepared to conduct some three hundred year old science with me? Give me your hand." For a moment she paused on the threshold of mounting a sweet finger with the Vodun curse. "If it works, everyone who surrendered a hair is going to be overcome with lust for you." Without warning, it was on. Perhaps Lakresha had no confidence anything would actually happen. Instead, something did.<br/><br/>It was in her eyes as she knelt there at Olivia's knees. The alchemist had something that she needed in order to go on living. "I think it's working." This wasn't girlish Ouija myth-weaving, but the sinking dread that maybe, in order to impress these girls, she'd just unleashed something she oughtn't. "Olivia." Her radio voice was laser focused, made all the more buttery by ony having eyes for her new sex goddess. For the next, oh, seven minutes, at least. "You're driving me completely crazy with that raspberry beret."