<div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/12/95/c1/1295c1a00f57569c5c2eb46d7542974b.jpg)</div>Name: Hannah McTavish/Gretel<br/>Location: moving into 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: Greg,Gilda, open<br/>Extra Information:<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Ohh Gilda was a sweet find and no mistake the girl defiantly gave as good as she got and doubled the response, and she could not help but feel Greg's happiness at the situation playing out, if only that professor hadn't interrupted. Puckering her lips Hannah blew out a breath in frustration, and after a decided pause where she gave poor Greg a little extra wiggle she pushed herself up from the seat, making sure to arch her back and press her ass into his gaze.... "I do believe you look a little wolfish!" She said with a grin before following Gilda into the room.<br/><br/>Once inside she didn't immediately sit with her new friends, instead she grabbed a colourful beanbag and plonked it on the floor in front of Gilda, Hannah plonked herself on the floor laying her head on Goldie's curled up legs. Her  brown gaze was righted on the surprisingly handsome proffessor as he made his way to a large armchair that had been turned to have its back to the roaring fire. Hannah watched with interested as the other filled in making some mental notes of any students that caught her attention.