<div class="floatleft">(http://media.comicbook.com/uploads1/2014/12/5lnmpg4-114757.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Wilhelmina "Wil" Holms<br/><strong>Sortment:</strong>Graduate Student<br/><strong>Mood:</strong>slightly nervous<br/><strong>Clothes:</strong>Blue dress, tan flats<br/><strong>Tag:</strong>Amira Hensley<strong><em>[Open]</em></strong><br/><strong>Location; Date and time:</strong>Staff Officess, Jamison Clarke; September 30 10:15 AM<br/><hr/><br/>The invitation to sit relaxed her a little further.  Maybe the professor wanted her to sort out the printer after a chat?  She didn't know and wasn't sure if she should ask so instead, Wil just seated herself at the little table with a small grin.<strong>"Oh that's very nice of you but I don't drink many hot beverages.  Well not until it gets really cold out anyway."</strong>The slender blond woman smoothed her hands over the skirt of her dress in a somewhat nervous fashion.<br/><br/>What could she really say about volunteering to TA?  She had too much time on her hands and most of the other TA positions were for courses she couldn't muster up enough care to apply.  If she had to read hundreds of essays a week at least they would be on a subject she found interesting.  For all her social quirks and faux pas she found people quite interesting.  Well, mostly people long gone or from societies so unlike her own they may well have been from another planet.<strong>"If you just tell me where to be and when you can count on my presence."</strong>She smiled with a quick nod of her head.  Punctuality was a major pep peeve of hers.<br/><br/><strong>"Do you need to get that?"</strong>She asked as the woman looked to the sounds, Wil could only guess a phone made, in her purse.  Amira asked about her though, so she guessed not then.  When asked about herself and her studies she shrugged.<strong>"Well, I am originally from Hertford, Connecticut.  I chose Jamison for Grad School because it has a prestigious program without all the pressure and pomp of an ivy league.  I'm working towards a Master's Degree with aspirations to teach.  I did a semester abroad twice, once in Italy to study ancient Rome and the second in Ireland to study the Celts."</strong>It was a very brief overview but she always hated talking about herself.<br/><br/><strong>"What made you decide to leave London for the states?"</strong>she inquired with a tilt of her head and no thought to how that might be overly personal.