<div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/12/95/c1/1295c1a00f57569c5c2eb46d7542974b.jpg)</div>Name: Hannah McTavish/Gretel<br/>Location: the living room<br/>Wearing: red checked shirt open to reveal cleavage, torn denim trousers and brown cowboy boots. Carrying a battered rucksack<br/>Tagging: Gilda, lisa, open<br/>Extra Information:<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Hannah was by no means 100 percent evil so when the contents of Lisa purse had scattered all over the floor the brunette had made to rise, only to not move more then Andrew centermeters as Tim and a new man dived to her rescue. Hannah ruffled through her ever trusty backpack that she had lain on the floor beside her and extracted a pack of tissues which she offered to Lisa with a small smile. Hannah turned her attention to the new guy! Well he was the icing on an already yummy cake! Hannah could almost hear herself compiling a mental check list of things to like about him. "Meoooow" she numbered just loud enough for Gilda to hear.<br/><br/>It was at that moment her own rather old outdated clam phone went of, it wasn't nearly as loud as Lisa's but the song "Brown Suger" could be heard by those nearest. Hannah dived for her phone saying "Sorry, it's probably my brother checking in!" Not bothering to check the screen she flipped the phone open, now not many people had Hannah's number so she never usually checked to see who was contacting her on the front scene. Hannah opened the text without a second thought. She glanced bemused at the gobbledygook within.. little did she know that upon opening the snarfing message from Gilda that it would send a very low picsulated video of herself and some chocolate sauce to the girl behind her. Hannah simply deleted the message and turned her phone to silent.<br/><br/>As she watched the proffessor make his way over to a bound book she was curious as to why a book needed its own security measures. Maybe the proff had been isolated so long that he had gone a bit batshit? The proffessor made his way to the large armchair and sat down book in his lap, looking sternly at the group but also with a kind grandfather look in his eye he said<strong> Phone's onto silent, class is about to begin</strong>Hannah sat up a little but not so much as to move Gilda's hands of her, or her own from what she could reach of Gilda, but just enough to show she may be paying attention.<br/>