<div class="floatleft">(http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ma170wW8YH1rxnmcvo1_500.jpg)</div><strong>Character name</strong>: Layla Ambrosine Le Blanc (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=195974.msg9564486#msg9564486)<br/><strong>Who:</strong>Cordelia and Jason<br/><strong>Where:</strong>Robichaux's Academy, the library, Ancestry Room<br/><strong>When: </strong>Friday the 13th of June, Early morning<br/>Wearing (http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=112765205)<br/><hr/><br/>Layla leaned against the rough back of the tree, her arms crossed over her chest as she looked out over the yard and the small group of people. Listening to Cordelia speak, the mention of family nearly making her laugh. She couldn't even begin to think of the riff-raff around her as a family. Layla would never want something so disgustingly fake in her life again. But a coven, that was an idea she could get behind. They would not be her brother and sisters, no they'd be those meant to protect what remained of the heritage. Nowhere in that mess did it say she needed to actually like any of them. Theo was probably the closest thing she had to a friend, and even he probably hated her some days.<br/><br/>Without a word of protest Layla pushed off the tree and moved to join the circle of people. Her eyes scrunched as she regretted not stopping to grab her sunglasses. But that thought was easily pushed aside to as Cordelia began to explain the spells they were about to cast. Her breathing was slow and steady; the idea of preforming magic could scare some. But Layla felt at home with the strange energies that flowed through her body.<br/><br/>Stepping up she grabbed one of the herb packages and held it gently yet securely in her hands. Taking a deep breath Layla focused her energy as Cordelia had taught her long ago. Waiting for her turn she watched as each member of the coven stepped forward. Noticing Devin shrinking over to Theo again, knowing that was only going to end up being trouble, but at least it was Theo the boy was stalking and not her, she smirked and shook her head as she chanted with the group. The fog beginning to build and work its magic over the grounds as Layla stepped forward.<strong> "Ex omnibus viribus tuis, quaesumus, Spiritus bonus die ac nocte...Ex omnibus viribus tuis, quaesumus, Spiritus bonus die ac nocte...Ex omnibus viribus tuis, quaesumus, Spiritus bonus die ac nocte...."</strong>she spoke with an elegant and ease flow as tossed her pouch into the mix and stabbed back into place, her eyes closing as she chanted and closed out distractions as they worked to cast the spell.<br/>