<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 // Sitting next to the window</sub><br/><tt class="bbc_tt"><strong>Tags:</strong></tt><sub>Open</sub><br/><hr/><br/>Kaedia's intuition had been correct. The cookies had been to blame. She quietly slid the cookie into her top. She shifted her eyes toward the book in her lap. Though she was finding it hard to concentrate. The Tea Club room was becoming a mad house. The conversation between the other members was impossible to completely drown out. Kaedia was tempted to excuse herself and go... somewhere else. The problem? The door was on the other side of the room. That would mean going through the war zone. Without knowing just what the cookies were capable of doing... Kaedia didn't deem it worth the risk.<br/><br/>Kaedia flipped the page of her book. She couldn't deny a pang of jealousy. Seeing the<em>increase</em>coming from Katsumi made Kaedia eye down at her own extraordinary lack-luster bosom. Currently her bra was a tiny (a lot) stuffed to make it looked like she was a bit (a lot) bigger than she actually was. She would love to not have to stuff her bra. Her finger traced where she had put the cookie...<br/><br/>No. No. That was only<em>one</em>possible effect. The show from the others said she was more likely not get it than get it and... and there was no promise it would last. She was being rational. She wasn't going to get rid of the cookie... once she confirmed a few things... she'd probably take it home with her and... experiment.<br/><br/>For now she tried to look as disinterested in the situation as possible... which wasn't hard. She had that natural 'you bore me' look anyways. She tried to read the book while keeping an ear out for what the others were doing.