<div class="floatleft">(http://i1113.photobucket.com/albums/k512/MissF1R3/Witch2_zpsgrux0m5z.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: courier;"><strong>Chantilly Lace</strong></span></span><br/><hr/>Groovin' Magic (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3dUYAHOdcfw)<br/><strong>Role:</strong>Freshman Mage<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Assembly Hall<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Kashana & Lakashtari<br/><hr/><br/>Tilly grinned impishly and folded her arms behind her head, casually strolling behind the pair as they energetically ascended the steps and moved into the assembly hall. While Chantilly was, in concerning T&A, more a fan of the former than the latter, she didn't mind one bit watching the twins sashay. They were certainly full of enthusiasm. She wondered if they brought the same energy to their more intimate encounters.  Tilly grinned wider.<br/><br/><strong><em>"I know what you're thinking and stop it,"</em></strong>said the hat,<strong><em>"Could you focus on something besides getting laid?"</em></strong><br/><br/><em>"No promises."</em><br/><br/><strong><em>"We have work to do if we're ever going to get back to Gaspar's Grotto! Every day we spend in this world additional ley lines sprout from the quantum web at a rate of ten to the tenth power per lunar rotation! After a week that makes seventy billion new threads in the quantum web! Every moment we spend here makes it exponentially harder to get back! We should get to the library, you vile succubus!"</em></strong><br/><br/><em>"I completely understand, but, quick question; what are all the words you just said?"</em><br/><br/><strong><em>"What."</em></strong><br/><br/><em>"What's ten? Is that the one that's, like,"</em>said Tilly, making confusing gestures with her hands in some effort to indicate numerical value.<br/><br/><strong><em>"Are-are you... illiterate AND incapable of counting?"</em></strong><br/><br/><em>"Jealous?"</em><br/><br/><strong><em>"I just-"</em></strong><br/><br/><em>"I'm ill where it counts, son! Magically!"</em><br/><br/>The hat sighed. The conversation ended. One of the twins asked if they could be besties. The hat groaned and it's gems rolled. Tilly answered with an energetic affirmative. The pair added a bit of flattery to sweeten the pot, calling the blonde mage 'cool'. It made her all the merrier and she picked up the pace a bit so she could walk between the girls again. One of them asked about her enrollment and Tilly shrugged her shoulders in a nonchalont little gesture.<br/><br/><em>"I'm not a student here. I fell out of a portal and poof! Here I am. Buuuuuuuuut,"</em>she said, draping her arms 'round the curvy twins once more, her chershire smile returning,<em>"I'm not really one to quibble over little details like 'where I'm allowed to be' or 'how much is too much explosive power', so we'll just fireball that bridge when we come to it! I'm sure if I just show up to enough classes they'll think I'm a student. I might not have an assigned room, though. So, y'know. If you can squeeze me in to your bed..."</em>Tilly let the sentence hang, her point clear and her eyes sparkling with mischief.<br/><br/><strong><em>"Ugggghhh.... Feed me to the moths, please."</em></strong>