<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/>She'd volunteered to be the Teacher's Assistant for the new professor of Anthropology.  Why?  Well, the subject was in her wheel house.  She actually enjoyed studying ancient and not so ancient civilizations.  She liked digging into why they thrived and why they died.  It was just one of many weird quirks.  Wil planned to meet the new professor after her first meeting of the day.  A meeting that went quicker than anticipated so the young woman arrived at her potential new boss' office a bit early.  She paused outside the door to smooth her hands down over the skirt of her dress.  She could do this.<br/><br/>Wil had, for as long as she could remember, been awkward around people.  Perhaps because as a child she preferred books to playing make believe and thus started to propel herself ahead of her peers academically.  After all, one doesn't graduate high school at sixteen without skipping a grade here or there.  This all stunted her social growth though.  Much younger than her classmates, they often wanted nothing to do with her.  Well, except threaten her well being if she ruined another curve.<em>Just relax.  You can do this.</em>She told herself before extending her hand to wrap her knuckles against the door frame.<strong>"Hello? Professor Hensley?  It's Wilhelmina you're 10:30."</strong><br/><br/>She glanced around the office that looked like it'd been hit by a hurricane.  Obviously Miss Hensley had come in early and begun unpacking.  When she spotted the other woman she smiled.<strong>"Looks like you've brought quite a few books with you."</strong><br/>