<hr/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Kaedia</div><div class="spoiler_body"><strong>Name:</strong> Kaedia<br/><strong>Age:</strong> 16<br/><strong>Magical Theme:</strong> Shadow arts<br/><strong>Magic:</strong> Conjuration and Distortion<br/><strong>Love interest:</strong> None at the moment<br/><strong>Measurements:</strong> Approximately 32A. Tends to stuff her bra. Roughly 25 waist, 30 hips. A little under five foot at 4'10"<br/>Link to Profile (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=195720.msg9521068#msg9521068)</div></div><div class="floatleft">(https://dl.dropboxusercontent.com/u/48118774/RP%20Picture%20Reference/Vicky.jpg)</div><br/><tt class="bbc_tt"><strong>Name:</strong></tt><sub>Kaedia Antumbra</sub><br/><tt class="bbc_tt"><strong>Location:</strong></tt><sub>Tea Club Room // Moving across the room</sub><br/><tt class="bbc_tt"><strong>Tags:</strong></tt><sub>Open</sub><br/><hr/><br/>Kaedia silently closed the book in her lap and in a swift, practiced motion pushed the glasses that had managed to wiggle their way down her nose up a couple spots. The whole scene involving the now-voluptuous Katsumi caused a silently stirring envy. One Kaedia was eager to part herself from. Kaedia unfolded her feet from under her and, for the first time since coming into the club that afternoon, got out of her seat. She crossed her arms over her chest holding the book in place. Her eyes scanned the other members, a little longer on Katsumi than the rest, before settling on the door across the room.<br/><br/>She needed a drink. Oddly for someone in the Tea Club she wasn't so fond of tea. She would drink a little but it wasn't her most favorite drink in the world. She would rather had something out of the school vending machine.<br/><br/>"Pardon me." Kaedia spoke with a soft but stern voice. Though more than anything her voice was near emotionless. It felt slightly more emotion than normal due to certain events which was strange for the young girl. Kaedia began to cross the room, the heel of her foot rarely touched the ground. She leveraged her height a bit when she walked to make it seem like she was a bit taller than she actually was. She kept the book close to her tiny bosom.