W.I.T.C.H - Classrooms (IC)
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				Title: <strong>W.I.T.C.H - Classrooms (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Crash</strong> on <strong>09-03-2021, 00:22:20</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: W.I.T.C.H - Classrooms (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Crash</strong> on <strong>09-03-2021, 23:43:14</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/f/f0/4420aa3c9fabc54a50fc36fbfac1fc5a.jpg)</div><strong>Name: </strong> Miranda Crane<br><strong>Student ID: </strong> N/A<br><strong>Age/Year: </strong> Hexology Instructor<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Thursday, September 3rd<br><strong>Area of Study:</strong> Hexology 101<br><strong>Location:</strong> Hexology Classroom<br><strong>Tag:</strong> OPEN <br><hr>“Alright class. Today’s assignment is a simple hex, but one that has been used to devastating effect for centuries.&nbsp; It has gotten many a witch burned at the stake ,too. So please be careful and only apply the effects in a beneficial way.” Miranda Crane, instructor of Hexology, said her voice crisp and clear managing to cut through the pre-class chatter without seeming forceful or loud.&nbsp; <br><br>She looked out over the incoming occult studies class and wondered what adventures awaited them over the next four years.&nbsp; Some classes were studious and diligent, others chaotic and wild and many filled with delights that she could never have imaged would be a part of her teaching experience.&nbsp; A gentle smile touched her lips as she waited for the last of the conversions to end.<br><br>“I like to call this a cosmetic hex. In the past it was used to cause warts and blemishes, but it can also offer some incredible functionality. Many of you already have practice in this sort of incantation I am sure.” Miranda said before taking a moment to center herself.<br><br>She spoke an incantation and her raven black hair turned snowy white, then brilliant pink and back to her natural black. “So much nicer than a salon.” She said with a rueful smile and proceed to speak another incantation in Latin.&nbsp; The color of her hair changed again, only this time in reverse order.<br><br>“Now as we discussed yesterday.&nbsp; There are many spells, potions and salves that can achieve similar effects.&nbsp; Incantations have as much to do with intent as they do with words. Which is why different cultures have different incantations, but can achieve much the same thing. It is the Universiality of Magic.&nbsp; We will learn more about that later. Your homework was to find a spell from an unfamiliar culture and one not in a language you speak fluently. We are going to try to cast those today.” Miranda loved this lesson.&nbsp; Language wasn’t just words.&nbsp; Language influenced the way you thought.&nbsp; If your will and intent didn’t match the words your spell would fail.&nbsp; The lessons complexity wasn’t in pronunciation.&nbsp; It was in placing the precise right words with the precise right intent.&nbsp; This should be fun.<br><br>“You can pair up or work in groups if you like.&nbsp; Practice casting the spell on yourself and on your partners.&nbsp; Be careful to note the change in words or structure when you switch to casting on others.&nbsp; I can answer any questions you might have or correct any spells that might to awry. As always you can come by my office during my open hours for more in depth help or schedule a closed session if you need more tutoring.&nbsp; The open hours are posted outside my office and you can use the W.I.T.C.H. app to sign up for one on one tutoring."<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: W.I.T.C.H - Classrooms (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Levi</strong> on <strong>10-03-2021, 21:19:49</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/1f/d6/5a/1fd65a518294fd598434df09f2623392.jpg)</div><strong>Name: </strong> Innez Gunner<br><strong>Student ID: </strong> WTCH956-1876<br><strong>Area of Study:</strong> Conjuring<br><strong>Date and Time:</strong> Thursday, September 3rd<br><strong>Location:</strong> Hexology 101<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Open |<br><strong>Notes:</strong><br><hr><br>Innez was by no means a model student and this was shown by the fact she spliced her way into the room near seconds before Miss Crane called the class to attention. The blond made her way rather determinedly up to the back of the class and threw herself into a chair. Innez based at the teacher her eyes glazing over slightly as she began to talk, truth be told the only class that Innez was looking forward to was conjuring. That was until the young and rather attractive teacher changed her hair colour. Innez snapped out of her zombie like state immediately "wicked!" she muttered. Now that she was paying more attention then before she caught the Latin phrase that was spoken for the hair colour reversal which was just as impressive as the first time she had done it.<br><br>"Your homework was to find a spell from an unfamiliar culture and one not in a language you speak fluently. We are going to try to cast those today. You can pair up or work in groups if you like.&nbsp; Practice casting the spell on yourself and on your partners" Innez lifted her bag into the desk and rummaged around until she found the crumbled piece of paper stuffed in her bag from her rushed visit to the school library in the early hours of the morning having goofed off the night before. She smoothed out the creased paper and then looked up. The girls had been together a few days and she had an idea of who she would like to partner up with but never wanted to appear too eager.
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				Title: <strong>Re: W.I.T.C.H - Classrooms (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ghostraven</strong> on <strong>11-03-2021, 06:13:35</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://static.f-list.net/images/charimage/21492361.jpg)</div><strong>Name: Cerridwen 'Cerri' Morgan</strong><br><strong>Student ID: WTCH047-ASCS</strong><br><strong>Area of Study: Conjuration</strong><br><strong>Date and Time: Thursday, September 3rd</strong><br><strong>Location: Hexology 101</strong><br><strong>Tag: Open</strong><br><strong>Notes:</strong> Dressed in a black off the shoulder long sleeve shirt, a number of little silver accent rings and grommets, matched with a short black pleated skirt and black suede slouch ankle boots.<br><hr>Cerri paged through her note book to the spell that she had looked up in the library for the homework they had been assigned, after the demonstration of the spell by Miranda.&nbsp; Find a spell from an unfamiliar culture and not in a language you speak fluently. She was familiar with the alteration charm. She wondered if the intent was more important than the actual incantation, or was it not one alone that created that guided the effect but both working together in harmony... The will and the word. <br><br>Her pencil tapped against her black painted lips as she mused on Miranda's words from yesterday's lesson and today's. She looked back to the page of notes that she had copied down yesterday in the library. Orderly script lining the page with other notes scribbled wherever they would fit on the page, though still in neat practiced script. Among those copious notes she had written were three incantations in a bright purple ink, one in French. She didn't speak french, but she had heard it enough to have a hope of pronouncing it somewhat correctly.&nbsp; <br>She had written down two others in Mandarin and Italian. The spell in French seemed like the better way to start; she could try the others later. Maybe for extra credit... or just to see what happens. <br><br>Her attention returning to her teacher as she looked up from her notes to Miranda when she offered the option to pair up or work in groups. Her green eyes cast left and right as she looked to her sister witches to see what they were doing. It could be a good opportunity to learn more about her classmates. <br>
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				Post by: <strong>Opale</strong> on <strong>11-03-2021, 09:37:18</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/45/DownloadWitchSmall.jpg)</div><strong>Name: </strong> Alizarine Duval<br><strong>Student ID: </strong> WTCH421-6969<br><strong>Area of Study:</strong> Conjuring<br><strong>Date and Time:</strong> Thursday, September 3rd<br><strong>Location:</strong> Hexology 101<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Open |<br><strong>Notes:</strong><br><hr><br>To Alizarine, Hex class was like playing scrabble or something. Might it be by chauvinism or just laziness, she mainly never used anything else than her native language to exercize. So mainly french. She loved the accurate and subtle differences in words, that no other languages ever had. English was of course a practical language, but she was proud of her origin and of her accent. Which was seen as sexy by most anglos by the way.<br><br>Lazily, she extended a hand in front of herself, and began "hexing" them, words after words, so her long delicate nails would change color at her whims. "Melon... fushi... bordeaux.. prune... mauve..."<br>She played with her nail color, idly, and looked up with her ever semi closed eyelids, in a sultry way around. Her glances brushing over Cerri and Innez, among others, as they were supposed to work in groups...
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				Title: <strong>Re: W.I.T.C.H - Classrooms (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pink Professional</strong> on <strong>11-03-2021, 23:56:26</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/70/03/58/70035820cd03f7ac492adc6f8e2d02f3.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Helena Cross<br><strong>Student ID:</strong> WTCH715-2080 <br><strong>Age/Year</strong> 19/Freshman<br><strong>Area of Study:</strong> History of Witchery<br><strong>Date and Time:</strong>Thursday, September 3rd | <br><strong>Location:</strong> Hexology 101<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Alizarine, Innez | OPEN<br><strong>Notes:</strong> <br><hr> <br><br><br><br>While not her speciality, Helena enjoyed Hexology for the challenge that it represented. Her interest in the past did not preclude her from needing to know more advanced theory and practical application, and while she had started to pick up the very basics of good Witchy practice from her personal study, and the remnants of texts from a few generations prior, she didn't have the natural advantages that others had. She couldn't skate by on what her parents had taught her, because her parent had taught her nothing.<br><br>Miranda was an easy enough teacher to work with, thankfully. If one were to imagine what a modern day witch would look like, their version was probably not a million miles away from Miss Crane. She had a sort of natural ease around magic, and she was charismatic enough to make some of the most basic hexes seem interesting. Helena had went away to her homework assignment after the introductory class and went for something close to home; namely a Welsh-Gaelic incantation that was similar to her own Anglo-Pagan roots, without being completely derivative.<br><br>...Perhaps it had been her History background, but perhaps she had overprepared somewhat for this. <br><br>She had watched Miranda put on a Salon-display, changing hair-colour hither and tither, and as she glanced around the room; taking in the various practitioners, she glanced at one of the girls not paired up, looking bored and examining her nails as they flickered between colourations. The lady seemed completely disinterested, and as Helena started to glance down at the barely familiar transmutation spell, hastily translated from the Gaelic to the Pagan she actually understood, she leaned in towards the bored blonde, whispering so as to not break her flow. “<strong>Would you like to help me try something more...exciting?</strong>” She then repeated the trick by walking over to Innez, admiring the strange attire of the Conjurer before asking if she wanted to try out this spell that the Historian had discovered. <br><br>She tried to entice Alizarine by weaving her fingers through the air and muttering the spell's incantations under her breath. At first, she tried and butchered the Welsh words, but then she recalled Miranda's point. '<em><strong>Intent, not just Words.</strong></em> She switched back to English, incanting a few sentences before her entire body seemed to shift: growing a few inches here; shrinking a few inches there; letting her hair lengthen down to behind her knees; and then back to normal. She even tried to show off a little, letting her normal D bust grow a little until she'd increased a cupsize, and stretched her dress a fair bit. She offered her notes to the other two, which were extensive and over-blown, a sign of her tendency to overwork. “<strong>You two wanna try?</strong>”
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				Title: <strong>Re: W.I.T.C.H - Classrooms (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Envious</strong> on <strong>12-03-2021, 00:07:27</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/9PgoVh1.jpg)</div><strong>Name: </strong>Tessa Thompson (https://elliquiy.com/forums/Themes/elliquiy2/images/post/xx.gif)<br><strong>Student ID: </strong>WTCH842-0001<br><strong>Area of Study:</strong> Conjuring<br><strong>Date and Time:</strong> Thursday, September 3rd<br><strong>Location:</strong> Hexology 101<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Open; Talking to Cerri<br><strong>Notes:</strong> <br><hr><br><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td>Tessa seemed like she was listening politely, but to the keen observer it was abundantly clear that her eyes were glazed over to indicate she was daydreaming rather than listening. Not even the vivid display of transformation fully brought her out of her thoughts, but the buzzwords of <em>homework</em> and <em>practice</em> snapped her back to reality.<br><br>Homework? Yeah...<br><br>The redhead leaned back in her chair and feigned a yawn as permission for group work was granted, looking discreetly at the students around her. Some had partnered right away. Some had fumbled looking for their homework. And then there was... <br><br>Well, she didn't remember her name, but the important thing was Tess recognized her. And even <em>more</em> important than that, Tess saw that she was prepared with notes neatly written. The witch grabbed her bag and switched desks to be adjacent to <strong>Cerri</strong>.<br><br>"Hey, girl! I'm Tessa. I've seen you around campus. Cute rings! I'm more of a gold girl myself, but the silver really suits you!" Tessa likely wasn't fooling anyone here. She made no move to take out any notes or open a text book; she simply offered cheerful conversation as she subtly paired herself up with Cerri. It was audacious, but harmless, and promised to be interesting if nothing else.<br><br>"I'm got the intent if nothing else!" she joked (maybe she wasn't just a warm body filling the seats) and snapped her fingers while pointing to her breasts in a comical way. "Big-us tit-i-cus!" she said in jest and her hand gesture changed to an up and down motion to mimic what large, jiggling boobs might look like. Nothing happened that she noticed right away, and she hadn't expected anything to as she made light of the assignment. Although she had no body image issues, it didn't stop her from wanting her itty-bitties to be a bit bigger. She stuck out her tongue playfully and let her hands drop.<br><br>"What did you come up with?" She was just a flurry of talking, but if Cerri didn't shoo her away in hopes of finding a legitimate partner, she would find that Tessa listened with attention.</td></tr></tbody></table>
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				Title: <strong>Re: W.I.T.C.H - Classrooms (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ghostraven</strong> on <strong>12-03-2021, 05:24:10</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://static.f-list.net/images/charimage/21492361.jpg)</div><strong> Name: </strong>Cerridwen 'Cerri' Morgan<br><strong>Student ID:</strong>WTCH047-ASCS<br><strong>Age/Year:</strong> 18/Freshman<br><strong>Date and Time:</strong> Thursday, September 3rd<br><strong>Location:</strong> Hexology 101<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Open/Talking to Tessa; mentioning Helena &amp; Alizarine<br><strong>Notes:</strong> Dressed in a black off the shoulder long sleeve shirt, set with a number of little silver accent rings and grommets, matched with a short black pleated skirt and black suede slouch ankle boots.<br><hr> <br><br>Cerri looked over to Alizarine's little nail color changing display though she didn't seem to be taking the lesson to heart as she spoke her incantation in French which seemed to be her native tongue, though maybe she was just a gifted linguist. <br><br>She smiled back to the blonde when she looked over to her. If she was going to try the alteration spell in French she could surely help her with her pronunciation. <br><br>Her green eyes pulled away when someone sat in the desk beside her. She recalled having seen the buxom redhead earlier at the Sorority House. A smile and head nod given to her sister witch as she tried to remember her name, had she even heard it?<br><br>Cerri's smile brightened as her new friend gave introduced herself, and gave her name. Tessa, thank goodness and also complemented her new outfit. A hand lifted to brush through her dark locks.<br><br>"Diolch. Umm.. Thank you." She corrected herself using English this time her accent making it clear that she was from some place in Europe. It wasn't exactly a British accent nor quite Scottish or Irish, though it was something close.<br><br>"Im Cerridwen, Cerridwen Morgan. But you can call me Cerri." She offered to Tessa as she commented that she had the intent if nothing else. A wry smile given then a soft laugh at her sisters joke incantation and gesturing to her breasts. Cerri's eyes of course following those pointing fingers before snapping back up to Tessa's eyes when nothing happened and she asked what she had come up with for the class assignment.<br><br>"Oh, Ummm, well I found these three," her book turned so Tessa could more easily read her notes, "There is this French alteration spell to change one's appearance. Then I wrote down this one in Italian, which seems to be very similar to the French incantation." She looked up to Tessa again to see if she was still listening, assuming she was, she continued on her finger moving to the incantation written in Mandarin as she looked back to her notes. <br>The Chinese characters hand drawn on the page, with the English 'pinyin' below, and below that the English translation. The Chinese incantation was much longer than the others. <br><br>"This one was listed as a transmutation spell not an alteration spell." Her black finger nails tapping the page. <br>Cerridwen momentarily distracted as she looked over to Helena as she though she heard her speaking welsh? Nah... Couldn%u2019t be. <br>Her attention quickly back to Tessa as she smiles and brushes her hair behind her ear again.<br><br>"Shall we try the French one first?"<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: W.I.T.C.H - Classrooms (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Idlewyld</strong> on <strong>13-03-2021, 07:15:32</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/fW2GJ99.jpg?1)</div><strong>Name: </strong>Serendipity Carmichael (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=330468.msg15779726#msg15779726)<br><strong>Student ID: </strong>WTCH101-1542<br><strong>Area of Study: </strong>Weaving and Making<br><strong>Date and Time: </strong>Thursday, September 3rd<br><strong>Location:</strong>Hexology 101<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Cerri, Tessa, Mention: Helena, Alarzine, Innez, Miranda, Open<br><strong>Notes:</strong><br><hr><br>Serendipity quietly nodded. She wasn't the greatest at changing something from nothing. It wasn't really magic if there wasn't something in her hands to play with. Still, she'd try. But who to try with. The girls were already arranging themselves into clusters, a kind of cosmetic hex all its own. And so she'd have to meld in somewhere as well. Not that she minded playing by herself, but in this case, she'd need some good old fashioned advice. <br><br>So where to look? There was one group of three that had already gotten started, and another pairing. Probably better to work towards the smaller group. Though three was a crowd. What did that make four?<br><br>"Hey there," Sera started as she moved towards the redhead and the student talking with the accent. "I... I'm not much with the magic makeup. Maybe you could help me out? Something maybe in a wilder hair color or something? Not that I ever minded mine, but if we're supposed to try new things out - it's always a good place to start, right?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: W.I.T.C.H - Classrooms (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Levi</strong> on <strong>15-03-2021, 23:48:55</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/1f/d6/5a/1fd65a518294fd598434df09f2623392.jpg)</div><strong>Name: </strong> Innez Gunner<br><strong>Student ID: </strong>WTCH956-1876<br><strong>Area of Study:</strong> Conjuring<br><strong>Date and Time:</strong> Thursday, September 3rd<br><strong>Location:</strong> Hexology 101<br><strong>Tag:</strong>&nbsp; Helena<br><strong>Notes:</strong><br><hr><br>Witches has started to huddle and Innez was still without a partner, she never let things like that get her down for long and she had just pushed back her chair to go chat up some fun looking girls when she was approached herself. Innez watched in interest as the already computer with grew and shrunk her breasts right before her eyes before asking in a devil come hither voice “You two wanna try?”. "ummm sure?!" Innez responded before taking the offer note work and letting out a low whistle she had hit the jackpot with a witch who overstudied. She gazed at the text, the letters all looked Greek to her, languages was not her strong suit. Latin she scrapped by with, but everything else...<br><br>"Za.catherian?, Mutra..trather? Per ....per? What language is this?!" she exclaimed before reaching for her own less enthusiastic study "Let's try mine instead? Spelltvera, nouv votage....." any one listening&nbsp; would wince at the terrible pronunciation comming from the young witch and a slight smell of burnt hair began to fill the air.
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				Title: <strong>Re: W.I.T.C.H - Classrooms (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pink Professional</strong> on <strong>16-03-2021, 00:00:18</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/70/03/58/70035820cd03f7ac492adc6f8e2d02f3.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Helena Cross<br><strong>Student ID:</strong> WTCH715-2080 <br><strong>Age/Year</strong> 19/Freshman<br><strong>Area of Study:</strong> History of Witchery<br><strong>Date and Time:</strong>Thursday, September 3rd | <br><strong>Location:</strong> Hexology 101<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Innez | OPEN<br><strong>Notes:</strong> Very lewd Almost-Hand-Holding.<br><hr> <br>With Alizarine walking away from her and Innez, Helena shrugged and focused her attention on the hottie in front of her. Normally, she wouldn't be so forward, but the woman was literally starting to smell of brimstone and burnt hair after reading the incantation she'd written down. Helena instinctively patted at her own hair to make sure nothing was ablaze, but thankfully found that she was untouched by Innez's magic. She couldn't see any obvious signs that the Witch had set her own impressive mess of hair alight, so instead the more gothic Englishwoman tilted her head. "<strong>Do...you often smell like burning when you incant?</strong>" She took her notes for a moment, and tried to remember the brief lessons in Latin she'd learnt herself. She was halfway through scribbling a translation for the first word, when Miranda's warnings rung in her head. Instead of trying to change the notes to something Innez could translate to, she reached over and grabbed the Witch's wrist, holding it in a shackle of pale, soft fingers as she started to guide the woman through traced symbols. She'd always found it helpful to mess about with somatic components when she was struggling with a spell. "<strong>Focus on the Intent...What you want to do. That way, you shouldn't need to worry about language <em>too</em> much.</strong>"<br><br>She closed her eyes, wondering if Innez would do the same. Anyone who thought the introvert was a recluse would be quickly proven wrong in this moment. Truthfully, it was just her quirky obsession for knowledge, and progress, and growth that made her so boldly try to lead Innez. "<strong>Focus on the change you want to make, then trace a shape, and try to incant a spell. You can do it.</strong>"
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				Title: <strong>Re: W.I.T.C.H - Classrooms (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Envious</strong> on <strong>16-03-2021, 06:42:56</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/9PgoVh1.jpg)</div><strong>Name: </strong>Tessa Thompson (https://elliquiy.com/forums/Themes/elliquiy2/images/post/xx.gif)<br><strong>Student ID: </strong>WTCH842-0001<br><strong>Area of Study:</strong> Conjuring<br><strong>Date and Time:</strong> Thursday, September 3rd<br><strong>Location:</strong> Hexology 101<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Open; Talking to Cerri<br><strong>Notes:</strong> I don't know if you had a certain direction with the spell - I just went wild because why not. We'll say Tessa's intent of color alteration was waaaay different&nbsp; &gt;:)<br><hr><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td>"French is as good as any!" Tessa replied, taking a serious look at the writing. She was used to shorthand texting, emojis, and memes. Rubbing two brain cells together to read academic English was already exhausting. Trying it in French was even more daunting. She was momentarily saved from making the effort when <strong>Serendipity</strong> joined them. "Oh, I totally get you" Tessa said, giving her hair an exaggerated flip of the hand. "I'm <em>au naturale</em>." She hoped her voice sounded as French as she imagined it did.<br><br>"Prepare thyself for a lesson in linguistics, ladies." With a dramatic pause followed by a mischievous twinkle Tessa started to chant. She mispronounced vowels. She stressed wrong syllables. She omitted entire letters. The language of love was butchered without a hint of remorse or regret as Tessa reached the end of the sentence and continued again. She mispronounced different vowels. She stressed different (and still wrong) syllables. She continued to gloss over entire letters. This time, she even skipped a word. She couldn't read in French, but she certainly had the intent. She went for quantity over quantity and as she spoke the words, her body started to change. Unseen to her, a new color appeared at her chest. Her creamy pale complexion started to darken. The warmth was replaced with cool undertones that developed into a deep, leafy green reminiscent of the canopy of a forest. The color spread outwards and when it finally reached her arms to were Tessa could see, her eyes widened in delight and she whispered the last of the incantation.<br><br>"Y'all," she breathed softly and looked up at Cerri and Serendipity. "I'm the Wicked Witch of the West!" Tessa laughed in delight. Truth be told, she didn't look much like the fictional witch, but her intent had been clear. </td></tr></tbody></table>
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				Title: <strong>Re: W.I.T.C.H - Classrooms (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ghostraven</strong> on <strong>18-03-2021, 05:08:56</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://static.f-list.net/images/charimage/21492361.jpg)</div><strong> Name: </strong>Cerridwen 'Cerri' Morgan<br><strong>Student ID:</strong>WTCH047-ASCS<br><strong>Age/Year:</strong> 18/Freshman<br><strong>Date and Time:</strong> Thursday, September 3rd<br><strong>Location:</strong> Hexology 101<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Open/Talking to Tessa and Serendipity<br><strong>Notes:</strong> Dressed in a black off the shoulder long sleeve shirt, set with a number of little silver accent rings and grommets, matched with a short black pleated skirt and black suede slouch ankle boots.<br><hr> <br><br>Cerridwen looked over to Serendipity as she joined her and Tessa. Introducing herself and explaining that she wasn't great with magic makeup.Cerri's head nodded. <br>"Umm... sure. The more the merrier right? And if we were good we wouldn't be here in class." She offered in a happy tone and with a smile as she looked back to her notebook and the two alteration, and one transformation spell that she had copied into her notebook. Her friendly smile on her dark painted lips as she looked back over to Tessa and then back to Serendipity.<br>"Im Cerridwen, but you can call meCerri." She offered as she turned to Tessa, a hand lifted to the redhead. "This is Tessa." She continued not sure if the two had met before. She didn't recall seeing Serendipity before but there were a lot of new faces at the sorority house. <br><br>Cerridwen moved her seat back as she stood up, she preferred to cast standing. She wasn't sure why that was. Her attention moved back to Tessa as she took center stage again as she chimed in that the French spell was as good as any to start. Her head nodding as she reached up pushed her hair back behind her ear as she looked to her buxom sorority sister as she claimed to be a natural with languages... though that statement seems to be undercut by Tessa's... fake french accent. More like something from a bad move than what she had expected given Tessa's claim. <br><br>Still as she mangled her way through the pronunciation of the French language of the spell. Cerri did her best not to cringe but then showed her surprise when Tessa's spell started to work. She assumed that it was what she was trying to do and if it was it was working. The tone of her flesh darkened unnaturally and took on a deep emerald green tone that washed over her otherwise creamy flesh.Laughter quickly came from Cerri at Tessa's own laughter and pronouncement that she was the Wicked Witch of the West. The first thought she had was Christmas with Tessa's red hair, then St. Patrick's day for some reason.<br><br>"Wow, That's impressive Tessa." Cerridwen looked over to Serendipity to gauge her reaction to Tessa's envious color change and to see if she wanted to go next or if she would. Her hand brushed her hair behind her ear, of course she had to figure out what she was going to do.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: W.I.T.C.H - Classrooms (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Crash</strong> on <strong>19-03-2021, 23:41:59</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/f/f0/4420aa3c9fabc54a50fc36fbfac1fc5a.jpg) (https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/a/ab/CaudronaryArt.jpg) (https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/1/18/105d1749761f4dd811dcb6dbbcf6b538.jpg) </div><strong>Name: </strong> Endora Poole (She/Her) / Miranda Crane (She/Her) / Dorothy Blayne (She/Her)<br><strong>Student ID: </strong> N/A / N/A / WTCH101-1469<br><strong>Age/Year: </strong> Caundronary Arts Instructor / Hexology 101 Instructor / 18 &amp; Freshman<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Thursday, September 3rd<br><strong>Area of Study:</strong> Cauldronary Arts / Hexology / Hexology<br><strong>Location:</strong> Hexology Classroom<br><strong>Tag:</strong> OPEN | Mentioning Agatha, Erzulie, Hexology Class<br><hr>Endora really needed that fracture of Larimar.&nbsp; She wouldn't consider interrupting Miranda's class otherwise.&nbsp; She really wouldn't have.&nbsp; Endora had intended to pick it up from Agatha, who had borrowed it from Erzulie's private crystal collection. Still, by the time she had gotten around to Agatha, it had already been passed on to Miranda.&nbsp; <br><br>This was why Endora Poole stood outside of Miranda's class, nibbling on her lip and peaking in the door to the lecture hall. Miranda was demonstrating a spell to a pretty girl with blue hair tipped in golden yellow.&nbsp; She watched how her colleague's hands moved and how her blouse shimmered from black to blue as she cast the spell.&nbsp; The girl looked nervous but nodded and said something back.<br><br>Miranda Crane was a marvel to Endora.&nbsp; She was kind and friendly and stunningly beautiful. She admired her wit and diligence, and dedication.&nbsp; In a word Endora was smitten.&nbsp; She was fairly certain Miranda had no idea how smitten she really was, and thank goddess for that, considering how many times Endora had made a fool out of herself in front of her fellow instructor. It had gotten to the point that Endora avoided Miranda as much as possible.&nbsp; Still, she really needed that larimar for her demonstration and students were waiting on her.&nbsp; She waited until the student had finished talking and opened the door.<br><br>"Excuse me, Miranda. I am sorry to interrupt, but I need to borrow Erzulie's larimar."<br><br><hr><br>"That is right, Dorothy. The precision of the spoken word is important but equally important is understanding the words and the will used to manifest them.&nbsp; So when I wish to change the color back to black, I can use schwarz and get a generic black, or I can say mitternachtsschwarz, and it will be the black of midnight.&nbsp; Watch." The German rolled out of her lips with practiced ease.<br><br>“Nehmen Sie diese Bluse, die mein Gestell schmückt, und färben Sie diese Bluse Mitternachtsschw…ack!” <br><br>The low and lovely tones of Endora Poole's voice cut through the air and tickled Miranda's ears, startling her. An audible pop echoed through the lecture hall, and Miranda felt a cool breeze across her body that made her shiver.&nbsp; <br><br>"How can I help you, Miss Poole?" She asked, completely missing Dori's wide-eyed look and gaping mouth as she turned quarter-turned to look at Endora.&nbsp; She did not miss the stunned look on Endora's face, however.<br><br>"Is something wrong, Miss…" It was that moment that she realized the cool breeze she felt was against her now exposed breasts.&nbsp; The sound of all of her clothing above her waist disappearing into some other dimension was the pop that was heard. She stood in front of her class, and Endora completely topless.<br><br>Endora had apparently be struck dumb, words failing to escape her lips as those perfectly perky and round breasts swayed a little when Miranda turned towards her.&nbsp; To Miranda's credit, only her eyes grew wide in surprise and only for a moment.&nbsp; She drew her arms across her body demurely and covered as much as she could of her breasts with the palms of her hands.<br><br>"Miss Poole.&nbsp; Please don't stand there agape like a fish out of water and help me find something to cover myself." She said as if standing in front of her class half-naked and full of goosebumps was the most normal thing in the world.&nbsp; Endora nodded and walked towards a small room off of the lecture hall, and disappeared.<br><br>Dori sat so still she might have been petrified.&nbsp; She had been sitting at boob level with Miranda when her blouse disappeared and had gotten a full view of her attractive teacher's naked breasts.&nbsp; She dearly hoped that Miss Crane had been distracted enough not to notice her staring because she had been.&nbsp; A lot.&nbsp; Her body had yet to make the decision to return control back to her, but you better believe she was storing that image in her head for later on that night.
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				Title: <strong>Re: W.I.T.C.H - Classrooms (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Idlewyld</strong> on <strong>20-03-2021, 07:38:39</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/fW2GJ99.jpg?1)</div><strong>Name: </strong>Serendipity Carmichael (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=330468.msg15779726#msg15779726)<br><strong>Student ID: </strong>WTCH101-1542<br><strong>Area of Study: </strong>Weaving and Making<br><strong>Date and Time: </strong>Thursday, September 3rd<br><strong>Location:</strong>Hexology 101<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Cerri, Tessa, Open, Endora, Miranda, Dorothy (Mentioned)<br><strong>Notes:</strong><br><hr><br>Serendipity nodded as Tessa transformed. "OK, admittedly that was cool. Maybe not ordering armies of flying monkeys to take down your adversaries cool, but definitely close. I'm Serendipity, by the way," &nbsp;she added, apparently taking Cerri's hint. "I think you two are in GRL too, right?" She was still getting her bearing but she thought she remembered seeing them around somewhere in the house. "Don't know if I can match that. But let me give it a try."<br><br>She stumbled through her own book until she found something in old English that might work - at least put her unruly curls under control. "Let's try this one... limpan ofernôn ðêah dæghwîl limpan befaran mîn h¯ær ongêanweard mund æghwæðer ge swîðian ðæge pro oððicgan ðegnla HOLY CRAP!"<br><br>It remains open for debate to this day whether Serendipity's spell would have worked had Miranda's blouse not just vanished - her pronunciation just wasn't that good. But seeing as it had, the whole thing went up in smoke, sort of. "Well, let's count that as one tactical failure for me," Sera admitted as she chuckled and put her hand behind her ears. Wait a moment. She blinked a couple times, hard to see since she had already more or less turned away, but there was no doubt about it, her ears were... weird... kind of fuzzy... and... pointy... in a triangular sort of way as they poked out off the top of her head. "Oh, Goddess. Will you two please tell me that I haven't totally gone catgirl right now."
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				Title: <strong>Re: W.I.T.C.H - Classrooms (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marie Reynolds</strong> on <strong>25-03-2021, 01:46:07</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/e/ed/Delaney_Sorsk.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Delaney Sorsk<br><strong>Student ID: </strong> WTCH194-1417<br><strong>Area of Study:</strong> Hexolgy 101<br><strong>Date and Time:</strong> Thursday Sept 3rd<br><strong>Location:</strong>Hexolgy 101 classroom<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Helena and Innez. Endora and Ms Crane<br><strong>Notes:</strong> Drama Nerd +Cosmestic Change spell = familiar territory. Leave it to the drama nerd to have extra clothes.<br><hr><br>Delaney approached Helena and Innez and&nbsp; just as she was&nbsp; putting her sunglasses in their case and slipped them into her olive green with brown trim&nbsp; &nbsp;messenger bag. " Hello I am Delaney would you two&nbsp; mind if I join you for this exercise."&nbsp; removing her hat and hold it in her hands as she waits to be welcomed&nbsp; to sit at the table with&nbsp; the&nbsp; fellow&nbsp; students.&nbsp; Delaney's&nbsp; blonde hair is actually a mix of blonde and light brown that makes it like&nbsp; the color of sand in the right light.<br><br>Delaney offered a smile as&nbsp; she waited for the two to finish their spells and acknowledge her and her request. Delaney&nbsp; saw the spectacle happen&nbsp; with the teach and&nbsp; pulled&nbsp; a White blouse out&nbsp; of her messenger bag and tossed to towards Endora Poole&nbsp; &nbsp;"Ms Crane I hope&nbsp; that helps and&nbsp; &nbsp;hope the fit is not to bad."
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				Title: <strong>Re: W.I.T.C.H - Classrooms (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ghostraven</strong> on <strong>26-03-2021, 02:09:13</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://static.f-list.net/images/charimage/21492361.jpg)</div><strong> Name: </strong>Cerridwen 'Cerri' Morgan<br><strong>Student ID:</strong>WTCH047-ASCS<br><strong>Age/Year:</strong> 18/Freshman<br><strong>Date and Time:</strong> Thursday, September 3rd<br><strong>Location:</strong> Hexology 101<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Open/Talking to Tessa and Serendipity<br><strong>Notes:</strong> Dressed in a black off the shoulder long sleeve shirt, set with a number of little silver accent rings and grommets, matched with a short black pleated skirt and black suede slouch ankle boots.<br><hr> <br><br>Cerridwen smiled and laughed softly at Serendipity's comment to Tessa about commanding flying monkeys.<br><br>"Aye, Just watch out for buckets of water." She added looking to Tessa before giving their new casting partner a smile as she introduced herself, Serendipity. Cerri's raven haired head nodding in confirmation that she and Tessa were part of GRL an "Aye' following to both reinforce her head nod and in understanding that the pink haired witch was going to try her hand, well <em><em>words</em></em> casting next.<br><br>"I'm sure you can Serendipity." She offered encouragingly. A look back to Tessa before her eyes returned to Serendipity as she flipped through her notebook and started to cast. In what she guessed was supposed to be Old English. She only winced once at the butchering of the spoken words. <br>Though an audible gasp did come when she had finished casting, not at Miranda's blouse vanishing as her attention was full on Serendipity and her new ears. Cerri's hand brushing her hair behind her ear even as she shook her head.<br><br>"Nay but ya did get the ears oh one." She confirmed, she didn't note any other feline traits even as she glanced down beside their now cat eared friend to see if she could see a tail. "Aye, jut the ears it seems."<br><br>And she still hadn't noticed Miranda's sudden lack of her top. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: W.I.T.C.H - Classrooms (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Envious</strong> on <strong>28-03-2021, 23:33:34</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/9PgoVh1.jpg)</div><strong>Name: </strong>Tessa Thompson (https://elliquiy.com/forums/Themes/elliquiy2/images/post/xx.gif)<br><strong>Student ID: </strong>WTCH842-0001<br><strong>Area of Study:</strong> Conjuring<br><strong>Date and Time:</strong> Thursday, September 3rd<br><strong>Location:</strong> Hexology 101<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Open; Talking to Cerri, Serendipity<br><strong>Notes:</strong> <br><hr><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td>Tessa giggled at the jokes, taking out her phone to capture a few quick snaps. The <em>pop</em> made her pause, however, and she looked up from the screen to see a very startled Ms. Crane exposing herself to a very shocked Dori (not to mention the rest of the class! Without missing a beat, Tessa thumbed a button to switch to the forward-facing camera and took a picture of Dori's face and Ms. Crane covering her exposed breasts. She hadn't seen what had caused the commotion, but she followed the instructors line of sight to see Miss Poole. <br><br><em>Click.</em> The look on her face was also priceless! <br><br>"Hey, I didn't know we could alter <em>other</em> people," Tessa called out teasingly. "Any volunteers for bottoms? How 'bout you, pussycat?" The redhead reached out and pet Serendipity's ears. <br></td></tr></tbody></table>
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				Title: <strong>Re: W.I.T.C.H - Classrooms (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pink Professional</strong> on <strong>30-03-2021, 14:28:17</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/70/03/58/70035820cd03f7ac492adc6f8e2d02f3.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Helena Cross<br><strong>Student ID:</strong> WTCH715-2080 <br><strong>Age/Year</strong> 19/Freshman<br><strong>Area of Study:</strong> History of Witchery<br><strong>Date and Time:</strong>Thursday, September 3rd | <br><strong>Location:</strong> Hexology 101<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Innez, Delaney&nbsp; | OPEN<br><strong>Notes:</strong> Very lewd Almost-Hand-Holding. Even lewder stripping.<br><hr> <br><br>While Helena focused her attention on helping Innez, her intent mostly focusing on helping the fire-smelling woman, she was surprised briefly to see a stylish addition to the class walking over and asking to join the pair. The British Witch briefly took a moment to recall the woman's face, remembering her vaguely from the house before clicking as she recalled passing her a couple of times. “<strong>Delaney, right? I don't think we've met much yet. Come feel free to join in!</strong>” Helena was doing her best at trying to branch out and meet more people, as a way of countering her own general introversion. She was in a social setting, and classes rarely ran down the proverbial social battery as quickly as events that lacked a meaning or purpose. It was a strange sort of codifying, but it made sense to <em>her</em> at least.<br><br>She caught another whiff of Innez's fiery scent, even as they focused on the transmogrification of their own bodies with the Cosmetic hexes. It, along with Delaney, was starting to fray a little of her concentration. Then, of course, Miss Poole and Lady Crane had their little...incident. The disintegrating blouse was hard to miss, and with it Helena's concentration fully snapped. It was a moment of embaressment, and a little flush of pink on her cheeks, and perhaps just a little tiny bit of arousal that combined with the last imprint on her mind – Innez's scent.<br><br>A flash of heatless flame covered the woman's chest, her top exploding into flame before petering out. Miranda's top had incinerated, but Helena's had burst into flames. The English Witch was left with a frilly black bra covering her chest, and nothing else, which instantly prompted her to turn a shade of beet red, and for her to bring an arm to cover the mostly-uncovered bust. “<strong>I uh...um...that's...DoYouHaveAnotherShirtPleassse?</strong>” She said in a slurry of embarrassed words to Delaney, who was seemingly prepaired for a wardrobe malfunction. If she were more experienced, and a little less embarrassed, maybe Helena might have been able to conjure a hex up to fix her incineration incident, but that just wasn't in the cards right now.
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				Title: <strong>Re: W.I.T.C.H - Classrooms (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marie Reynolds</strong> on <strong>31-03-2021, 01:07:53</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/e/ed/Delaney_Sorsk.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Delaney Sorsk<br><strong>Student ID: </strong> WTCH194-1417<br><strong>Area of Study:</strong> Hexolgy 101<br><strong>Date and Time:</strong> Thursday Sept 3rd<br><strong>Location:</strong>Hexolgy 101 classroom<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Helena and Innez. Endora and Ms Crane&nbsp; announcement for all&nbsp; involving shirt supply.<br><strong>Notes:</strong> Drama Nerd +Cosmestic Change spell = familiar territory. Leave it to the drama nerd to have extra clothes.<br><hr><br>Delaney just smiled and&nbsp; pulled out a light grey t-shirt "Well that do Helena and thanks for&nbsp; letting me join you two,&nbsp; Never let anyone tell you that theatre kids don't learn practical lessons ever." she chuckled. Looking at Innes&nbsp; " Um&nbsp; Innez&nbsp; could you use some&nbsp; help with the burning hair?"&nbsp; &nbsp;Looking around a bit "Okay everyone&nbsp; please&nbsp; mind&nbsp; &nbsp;making shirts disappear&nbsp; I am out of&nbsp; &nbsp;extra&nbsp; shirts!" she laughed a&nbsp; bit&nbsp; &nbsp;as she made her&nbsp; announcement. Delaney&nbsp; took a seat.
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				Title: <strong>Re: W.I.T.C.H - Classrooms (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ghostraven</strong> on <strong>04-04-2021, 07:32:25</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://static.f-list.net/images/charimage/21492361.jpg)</div><strong> Name: </strong>Cerridwen 'Cerri' Morgan<br><strong>Student ID:</strong>WTCH047-ASCS<br><strong>Age/Year:</strong> 18/Freshman<br><strong>Date and Time:</strong> Thursday, September 3rd<br><strong>Location:</strong> Hexology 101<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Open/Talking to Tessa and Serendipity<br><strong>Notes:</strong> Dressed in a black off the shoulder long sleeve shirt, set with a number of little silver accent rings and grommets, matched with a short black pleated skirt and black suede slouch ankle boots.<br><hr> <br><br>Cerridwen continued to study the changes that Serendipity had undergone. Finally noticing that the tops of the two teachers had vanished, after Tessa started taking pictures...<br>"How?" Was that some unintended effect of Serendipity's spell or was it some other magic? The timing of the disappearance of the various tops just coincidence?<br>Still her shirt was intact and according to the other girl Delaney she was out of spare shirts. <br><br>"Right, I suppose I should take my turn casting, maybe bottoms will disappear this time." A glance given to Tessa before her attention moved to her note book. The French and Italian incantations seemed a little simple so her eyes moved down to the Mandarin incantation and the English 'pinyin' below the Chinese characters.<br><br>"I'll give the Mandarin incantation a go." She announced to no one in particular. A deep breath taken, eyes closed then opened as she pinched her ring finger and thumbs together, other fingers out stretched as she started to recite the pinyin words.<br><br>"<em>Xiěyè hé ròutǐ, gǔtou hé dòu,</em>" Cerri glancing up to Serendipity as she intoned the second verse, "<em>yī wǒ de yìyuàn niǔqū bìng sùzào wǒ de yùwàng.</em>" She was focusing on the words though she had not fixed her thoughts on her desired intent. <br>Though as she looked up to the cat ears that she now sported as she recited the last part of the incantation. <br>A gasp crossing her lips as a warm flush struck her. She reached up to her head, black cat ears now poked out of her raven hair, similar in appearance to Serendipity's. Another surprised gasp as she turned to look behind her. Her pleated skirt hiked up, as a long black feline tail swished behind her.<br><br>"I'm a cat too!" She called out then teetered as the room started to spin and she felt faint, sure that she was about to fall over and let out an squeal and seemed to vanish! Well except her clothing that fell to the floor in heap. A lump moving under the pile of Cerri's clothes before the head of a black cat poked out.<br><br>"Holy Fuck! Cath ydw i!" The cat, Cerri called out, sounding like herself, just a bit 'smaller' as she looked between Serendipity and Tessa.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: W.I.T.C.H - Classrooms (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Idlewyld</strong> on <strong>04-04-2021, 20:18:15</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/fW2GJ99.jpg?1)</div><strong>Name: </strong>Serendipity Carmichael (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=330468.msg15779726#msg15779726)<br><strong>Student ID: </strong>WTCH101-1542<br><strong>Area of Study: </strong>Weaving and Making<br><strong>Date and Time: </strong>Thursday, September 3rd<br><strong>Location:</strong>Hexology 101<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Cerri, Tessa, Open<br><strong>Notes:</strong><br><hr><br>Okay, things hadn't quite gone off as planned. Serendipity blushed a little as Tessa made her suggestion. "Um... er... I think I'll be keeping my clothes on for the time being thanks." She shivered a little and grew even more red as first one girl then the other explored her ears. "Hey! Those are... um... sensitive..." Really sensitive. Perhaps this would be a neat trick to cast at parties. If she could only remember how to do it. In the meanwhile, she braced for another series of photos being taken.<br><br>Then Cerri went, and somebody did lose her clothing. Not that it was quite the shocker the last event was. "Wow - you transformed into the cutest thing!" Serendipity cooed, stroking her chin with her pointer finger. "Though my guess is that wasn't exactly what you were going for?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: W.I.T.C.H - Classrooms (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Envious</strong> on <strong>06-04-2021, 00:42:54</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/9PgoVh1.jpg)</div><strong>Name: </strong>Tessa Thompson (https://elliquiy.com/forums/Themes/elliquiy2/images/post/xx.gif)<br><strong>Student ID: </strong>WTCH842-0001<br><strong>Area of Study:</strong> Conjuring<br><strong>Date and Time:</strong> Thursday, September 3rd<br><strong>Location:</strong> Hexology 101<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Open; Talking to Cerri, Serendipity<br><strong>Notes:</strong> <br><hr><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td>"Are they?" Tess asked with a wide smile as she continued to rub Serendipity's new ears. "That's just fascinating." She stroked the fur and then let her manicured nails follow the inner edge of the ear. Tessa was gentle, teasing. She might have continued if not to watch Cerri cast her own spell. Tessa didn't recognize the language, but she did recognize the affects.<br><br>"Oooh, two pussies to play with," the Witch said, but Cerri wasn't finished yet! She continued to transform into a feline. <br><br><em>Click. Click</em><br><br>"Oh my god, you two are so adorable!" With no respect for personal boundaries, Tessa picked up kitty-Cerri and snuggled the catgirl in the crook of her neck. "How about I adopt you as my familiar, Cerri? I'll get you a cute little collar and you can call me Mistress." The redhead scoot close to Serendipity and took a group picture of the three of them together before setting the phone down. Cat ears, kitten, and green skin.<br><br>"Okay, I'm not feeling the color anymore. Let's see if we can fix it." She nuzzled into Cerri once more before setting her down with Serendipity. As the two catgirls explored their new form, Tessa began to chant to return to her old one. The words were still a bungled mess, but on the first recitation Tessa's skin began to turn back to its normal creamy color. The green disappeared in splotches, as if being absorbed into the redhead's skin. Pleased, she did an inspection. Arms? A quick glance to her outstretched arms. Check. Legs? She pulled up the pant of her jean. Check. Boobs? She looped a finger in the collar of her shirt and pulled, tenting the fabric so she could look down. Check. That seemed to be good enough for her.<br><br>She gave a sly glance to her classmates before giving a mischievous look at the pile of discarded clothes Cerri had shrunk out of. A delightful little prank came to mind - when the time was right, Cerri might find that a certain article of clothing was missing if Tessa had the opportunity to hide it!<br><br>"You guys like cats or something?"<br></td></tr></tbody></table>
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				Title: <strong>Re: W.I.T.C.H - Classrooms (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AribethAmkiir</strong> on <strong>07-04-2021, 10:22:10</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/Qcw85qy.jpg)</div><strong>Name: </strong><br><strong>Student ID: </strong>WTCH101-2451<br><strong>Area of Study:</strong> Cauldronary Arts<br><strong>Date and Time:</strong> Thursday, September 3rd<br><strong>Location:</strong> Hexology 101<br><strong>Tag:</strong> open<br><strong>Notes:</strong> mentioning everyone<br><hr>Cassie was tired, despite having two shots of caffeine in her morning coffee and imbibing it with ginseng extract and a sprinkle of magic.&nbsp; She still wasn't feeling the effect, and wondered if the ginseng had been old, or if she'd grabbed decaf instead.<br><br>Chin in her hands, elbows on her desk, she watched Ms. Crane with obvious interest.&nbsp; Cassie had to admit, she had a bit of a crush on the Hexology prof.&nbsp; Course, she had a bit of a crush on most of her professors.&nbsp; Lethargic as she felt, Ms. Crane's dulcet voice washed over her and nearly swept her away like a lullaby.&nbsp; Cass smiled with admiration at the teacher's demonstration.&nbsp; Admittedly, she'd been doing her own make-up and hair for the last couple years this way.&nbsp; She'd even gotten decent enough to do some tailoring and altercations to her clothes.&nbsp; <br><br>She'd been really excited about this lesson, and the homework that went along with it.&nbsp; Being able to achieve the same effects through multiple ways was something she absolutely found fascinating.&nbsp; If this form of magic was mostly about the intent, why couldn't a Conjuring circle be the same way?&nbsp; Couldn't she just intend for the summoned little beastie to be obedient and bound?&nbsp; Did it really matter if her circle was precisely three meters in diameter?&nbsp; According to Ms. Oshun, it sure in the hell did.<br><br>In her own world, she'd initially missed the part about joining a group.&nbsp; Instead she slowly grabbed her bag, set it on her desk, and began fishing around for the homework she'd done.&nbsp; She pulled out the text book, leafed through the pages, held it by the spine and shook, grabbed the other text book in her bag and repeated, but couldn't find the list of spells she'd spent most of the night writing down.&nbsp; In no mood to deal with her own stupidity, she fought back the frustration.&nbsp; She could've sworn she put it in her bag before she'd slipped off her clothes and slipped under her bed's covers to catch what little sleep she had received.&nbsp; An ingenious thought pushed its way through the pea-soup fog that was her brain, and she lifted her bag to find she'd taken out her notes when she had first arrived in class.<br><br>She glanced around to see if anyone had been watching her.<br><br>With her bag stowed away, she focused on the handwritten sheet of paper in front of her.&nbsp; Fatigued eyes made the lines blur together, criss-cross, and even seem to meld into one indecipherable clump.&nbsp; She closed her eyes, and rubbed her eyelids until they didn't feel like her lids were quite like sandpaper.&nbsp; <br><br>She sighed to herself.&nbsp; She absolutely sucked at foreign languages.&nbsp; At one time during her high school career, she had thought different languages were absolutely fascinating.&nbsp; She'd enrolled in Italian and French her Sophomore year, but then her mother had forced her to withdraw, and privately taught her Sanskrit, Latin, and Ancient Egyptian.&nbsp; &nbsp;Cuz that was ohhh so much more practical.&nbsp; Any Sanskrit she'd ever learned had gone in one ear and out the other.&nbsp; She at least knew the alphabet for Ancient Egyptian.&nbsp; Latin, she wouldn't call herself fluent, but she at least understood the basics of pronunciation.<br><br>Ms. Crane had said they had to use a language they weren't "fluent" in.&nbsp; She never said they couldn't be semi-familiar with the language.&nbsp; As for the culture, as far as Cassie knew, no one but academics, priests, and old crones spoke the language.&nbsp; There wasn't much of a culture to speak of.<br><br>She silently read over the first spell, then said it aloud.&nbsp; She had simply wrote a note beside the Latin words, "eye color".&nbsp; She realized she'd have no idea if it worked as intended without a mirror, or something.&nbsp; So she dug in her bag once more and removed her phone, set it to camera, then angled it toward herself so she could glance at it from time to time and study the effect.&nbsp; <br><br>She then began the incantation, <strong>"oculi mei ad mutare color hyacintho, rubro, viridi, corylus, brunneis, nigrum, album, flavum, curet: thalassius."</strong>&nbsp; Her fluency wasn't quite there, but it was like the make-up charm she was familiar with. As long as she put intent behind the correct words, it seemed to work properly.&nbsp; Her eyes changed colors from blue to red to green, hazel, brown, black, white, yellow, a feral look with a vertical slit, and finally aquamarine.&nbsp; <br><br>She smiled to herself, and then repeated the reverse enchantment Ms. Crane had spoken earlier.&nbsp; To her delight her eye colors reversed.&nbsp; She looked up and glanced about.&nbsp; When had everyone broken into groups? she wondered.&nbsp; She glanced across the room just in time to see Helena become busty enough to strain her top.&nbsp; <em>That was kind of kinky,</em> she thought.&nbsp; Another loner seemed to be doing a similar spell as to that Cassie had just performed with her nails.<br><br>The smell of burnt hair wafted to her and she looked around to see if anyone had caught themselves on fire.<br><br>Her attention was then caught by the vivacious Tessa.&nbsp; Green skin quickly formed upon the pretty redhead.&nbsp; <em>Hadn't Ms. Crane said something about warts?</em>&nbsp; It was a passing thought.&nbsp; Cassie didn't have the spell at hand, and wasn't sure if the photogenic sister would've appreciated such a prank.<br><br><em>Guess I should find a group,</em> she tried to motivate herself&nbsp; All she really wanted to do was close her eyes.&nbsp; Her seat wasn't all that comfortable, but her body was unwilling to move.&nbsp; <br><br>Instead she turned her attention to the second handwritten spell.&nbsp; Again she chanted, <strong>"Meae deliciae, dum crescunt et plagarum modu."</strong>&nbsp; Her blue eyes gazed at the phone's screen to watch her eyelashes grow long and full.&nbsp; &nbsp;<strong>"Ruby rubrum labia mea exprimere et denso distendere"</strong>&nbsp; Her lips plumped and colored a ruby red.&nbsp; She tried to recall the words Ms. Crane had used, but couldn't quite remember them, so she didn't chance it.&nbsp; <strong>"Fumea taedis oculis mihi ego similis ad induendum concentus"</strong>&nbsp; Her eyelids darkened as if she'd applied a "smoky eye" look.<br><br>Bored with her own changes, she glanced around to see what the others were up to.&nbsp; A loud pop brought her attention to the front of the room, and her mouth dropped agape when she saw their teacher topless.&nbsp; <em>Oh Emm Gee!&nbsp; I'm in heaven,</em> she thought and momentarily woke from a sudden adrenaline surge.&nbsp; What she would give to be in Dori's place at that moment.&nbsp; Front row seat to the full glory of those high beams.&nbsp; &nbsp;Damn, some people had all the luck.<br><br>A loud curse followed and again her attention was grabbed.&nbsp; This was like a wet dream she'd yet to have.&nbsp; The frilly lace bra was such a beautiful stark contrast to the English woman's skin it was hard not to stare.&nbsp; Gah, she really was a pervert.&nbsp; There was a comment about being out of shirts, but someone beat her to the "start losing pants" joke.&nbsp; Wait!?&nbsp; &nbsp;When did Sera get cat ears?&nbsp; Those were awfully cute, and by the way she was reacting when Tessa scratched them, it gave Cassie deliciously wicked ideas.<br><br>She allowed her green-eyed gaze to drift back to the front of the classroom, and hoped to see those beautiful exposed breasts once more when Ms. Crane put on the offered shirt.&nbsp; She turned her red colored eyes back to Helena only to see the Goth dressed girl slip the new shirt on and hide her assets once more.&nbsp; She closed her pink shaded orbs because they were starting to feel irritated again, and rubbed them gently.&nbsp; Black eyes opened when another curse echoed in the room.&nbsp; There was just a heap of clothes where the sound had come from.&nbsp; <em>What the fuck!?&nbsp; Had someone managed to vaporize themselves?</em>&nbsp; Then a cute little black kitten appeared from the pile of garments, and spoke.<br><br><strong>"Woah, this class is totally nuts."</strong>&nbsp; Had she somehow spiked her coffee with a hallucinogen?&nbsp; She glanced to the nearest person to her, <strong>"you all are seeing this too, right?"</strong>&nbsp; Her eyes were wide, her irises now a vibrant indigo.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: W.I.T.C.H - Classrooms (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Levi</strong> on <strong>07-04-2021, 20:27:22</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/1f/d6/5a/1fd65a518294fd598434df09f2623392.jpg)</div><strong>Name: </strong> Innez Gunner<br><strong>Student ID: </strong>WTCH956-1876<br><strong>Area of Study:</strong> Conjuring<br><strong>Date and Time:</strong> Thursday, September 3rd<br><strong>Location:</strong> Hexology 101<br><strong>Tag:</strong>&nbsp; Helena, Delaney<br><strong>Notes:</strong><br><hr><br><strong> "Do...you often smell like burning when you incant?" </strong> Innez grinned" Some times less then others" she responded.&nbsp; Helena then reached out and took Innez wrist in her hand. Her grip was soft and gentle <strong>"Focus on the Intent...What you want to do. That way, you shouldn't need to worry about language too much."</strong> the woman's voice was soft almost hypnotic with suggestions and she closed her eyes and Innez found herself copying attentively listening to Helena's words. [/B]"Focus on the change you want to make, then trace a shape, and try to incant a spell. You can do it."[/b] <br><br>While Helena was softly encouraging her they were joined by another witch "Hello I am Delaney would you two&nbsp; mind if I join you for this exercise."&nbsp; Innez nodded her consent a smile of welcome on her lips. She then attempted the spell again there was a sudden flash of flame and Helena was suddenly exposing rather a lot "Wow! Err, sorry I think that was that my magic?!" she grinned and took a cheeky peek at black lace. Helena flushed and tried to hide and failed to hide her chest as she asked if Delaney had another shirt. Regrettably enough the blond did, as Helena re dressed Delaney asked&nbsp; " Um&nbsp; Innez&nbsp; could you use some&nbsp; help with the burning hair?"&nbsp; "Huh?! Ohhh!" Innez responded patting at her hair to extinguish any flames. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: W.I.T.C.H - Classrooms (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pink Professional</strong> on <strong>08-04-2021, 14:15:41</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/70/03/58/70035820cd03f7ac492adc6f8e2d02f3.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Helena Cross<br><strong>Student ID:</strong> WTCH715-2080 <br><strong>Age/Year</strong> 19/Freshman<br><strong>Area of Study:</strong> History of Witchery<br><strong>Date and Time:</strong>Thursday, September 3rd | <br><strong>Location:</strong> Hexology 101<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Innez, Delaney, Cassie, Others Mentioned.&nbsp; | OPEN<br><strong>Notes:</strong> <br><hr> <br><br>Despite catching the attention of far too many people with her incinerating shirt technique, Helena was able to recover quickly enough thanks to the timely arrival of Delaney. The shirt was quickly thrown on over the top of the busty Englishwoman's now-bare midriff, and her magical enhancement slowly settled as she shrunk her bust down to her more manageable size. “<strong>Thanks for the save.</strong>” She said, trying and probably failing to look composed. Her cheeks were still a hue of embarrassed pink, but she was at least not the epicentre of the flashing. Apparently a few people had managed to have magical mishaps in the Hexology class, with Cat Ears and Kittens galore coalescing around the pussy-magnet herself, Tessa. Truly, she was the eye of the storm so far.<br><br>Innez was a little sheepish about apparently causing the exploding-top episode, but Helena sort of waved it away. “<strong>I mean, if I was a bit less uh...</strong>” She caught herself staring at Miranda once again, admiring the Professor even as she likely redressed with Delaney's shirt. “<strong>...distracted...</strong>” She was nibbling her bottom lip before she caught the smell of burning again, and focused in on Innez batting out her own ignited mane of hair. “<strong>...Yeah, I'm not the best at blocking out distractions...</strong>” She said, laughing sheepishly at her own admission of fault. She offered what help she could with undoing the immolation of her friend, pulling a mirror out of her bag – a mirror large enough to sit on most people's desks in fact, and which was far too large for the&nbsp; clutch bag – and offered it to Innez to admire herself, as well as undo any fiery invocations.<br><br>Helena spotted Cassie without a group, briefly glancing their way before focusing in on Tessa and her pretty kitty-cat crew. She didn't know if the woman wanted to join a group or not, as she spoke to some unknown classmate that wasn't from Gamma-Rho Lambda, but Helena at least offered a small wave. If the more outgoing woman wanted to take that as an invitation, she was certainly welcome to.
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				Title: <strong>Re: W.I.T.C.H - Classrooms (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marie Reynolds</strong> on <strong>09-04-2021, 13:43:52</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/e/ed/Delaney_Sorsk.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Delaney Sorsk<br><strong>Student ID: </strong> WTCH194-1417<br><strong>Area of Study:</strong> Hexolgy 101<br><strong>Date and Time:</strong> Thursday Sept 3rd<br><strong>Location:</strong>Hexolgy 101 classroom<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Helena and Innez. <br><strong>Notes:</strong> Drama Nerd +Cosmestic Change spell = familiar territory. Leave it to the drama nerd to have extra clothes.<br><hr><br><br>Delaney turned to Helena and smiled," You are welcome&nbsp; just remember to wash it before returning the shirt please. Its all good Helena&nbsp; don't sweat it besides I have been in plays I come from a world of wardrobe malfunctions"&nbsp; Delaney Chuckles. Delaney then looked over at Innez&nbsp; " I guess I could take my turn&nbsp; at doing the home work assignment, "Innez would you mind If I use you and your hair. I might be able to give a temporary fix&nbsp; to singed hairs till you can get to a hair stylist to get the damaged hair trimmed out."<br><br>Delaney&nbsp; facial expressions were calm and&nbsp; her tone of voice was gentle and non judgmental. Delaney patiently waits as she starts pulling out her homework assignment to have Innez's permission.
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				Title: <strong>Re: W.I.T.C.H - Classrooms (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ghostraven</strong> on <strong>14-04-2021, 05:53:58</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://static.f-list.net/images/charimage/21492361.jpg)</div><strong> Name: </strong>Cerridwen 'Cerri' Morgan<br><strong>Student ID:</strong>WTCH047-ASCS<br><strong>Age/Year:</strong> 18/Freshman<br><strong>Date and Time:</strong> Thursday, September 3rd<br><strong>Location:</strong> Hexology 101<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Open/Talking to Tessa and Serendipity<br><strong>Notes:</strong> Dressed in a black off the shoulder long sleeve shirt, set with a number of little silver accent rings and grommets, matched with a short black pleated skirt and black suede slouch ankle boots.<br><hr> <br><br>Cerridwen looked up to Tessa as she took pictures of her and Serendipity leaned over to scratch under her chin. Cat-Cerri’s head lifting up at the scratching as a soft purr can for her.&nbsp; Then with a modicum of surprise and a rather well cat meow, as Tessa scoped her up like her pet. Her back leg kicking as she was lifted, her black lace panties falling onto her pile of clothes as she was pulled against her<br>"Ohy, You don need to pick ma houp." She commented even as she did snuggle up against the curvy redhead witch. Her ears swiveling as she realized just how loud the class was, or was it just her new feline ears as she briefly listened to the other groups of students in the class.<br>Cerri deadpanning as she looked at Tessa's phone as she snapped more pictures, her head cocking as she realized that she was naked... well she was covered din fur and cat's didn't wear clothes... but she was still naked.<br><br>"Familiar?! I do na think me Mum would approve... and I ave very expensive tastes.... Mistress." She offered back at Tessa's snarky comment about being her familiar. <br>Her head tipping back as she reflexively returned the snuggle from Tessa. She took a moment to look over to the two topless instructors. Wondering how that happened as Tessa reversed her alteration spell as she ponders on her own transformation.... <br><br>Her bright green eyes going wide as she wondered if Tessa had changed color because her incantation was to alter what was there. Her incantation had was labeled as a transmutation incantation... transmutation implied changing something into something else. So, in her case she changed herself into a cat!<br>Cerri's attention returned to Tessa as she asked if she and Serendipity liked cats. She did like cats, her family had many cats, well they were actually familiars so they aren't actually cats they just take that form, among others. <br><br>"I suppose I ought to see about changing back, and what happened to Ms, Crane's shirt?"<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: W.I.T.C.H - Classrooms (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Idlewyld</strong> on <strong>15-04-2021, 07:14:51</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/fW2GJ99.jpg?1)</div><strong>Name: </strong>Serendipity Carmichael (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=330468.msg15779726#msg15779726)<br><strong>Student ID: </strong>WTCH101-1542<br><strong>Area of Study: </strong>Weaving and Making<br><strong>Date and Time: </strong>Thursday, September 3rd<br><strong>Location:</strong>Hexology 101<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Cerri, Tessa, Open<br><strong>Notes:</strong><br><hr><br>"I suppose I like cats," came the answer. By the way Serendipity was smiling at Cerri as Tessa held her, that seemed obvious enough. "I mean, it wasn't my intention to grow these things - I just wanted to magically manage the curls, but hey, when in Petco..." Sera watched as Tessa switched her skin back mid-flirt, raising an eyebrow as she checked inside her shirt. "I'm gonna have to figure out what to do about these, don't I?" she asked, as she twitched her ears a few times - which was kind of fun. She'd have to figure out how to take care of the ears later of course, though a naughtier part of her was tempted to keep them around for a little bit. The occasional scritch and scratch there was turning out to be highly enjoyable. <br><br>"Yeah," she added as Cerri made the next comment. "Spells seem to have gone awry, much like ours. People's clothing seem to be taking collateral damage, don't they?" Not that she minded the view. Not one bit. And she hadn't missed Tessa's playful look at Cerri's pile of discarded vestments. She was beginning to understand that her housemate had something of a mischievous streak.<br><br>She looked around the room for a bit. Things were at least getting back to semi-normal. Both women in distress had managed to get their hands on some shirts, thanks to Delaney, which only made Sera wonder if she'd been in these kinds of situations before. Cassie seemed more shocked than anyone by everything that happened so far, but then again, to be fair, Sera hadn't really gotten a good look at her own face, other than when she took a look at those ears in her compact mirror. Dorri was still staring at the professor - ok couldn't blame her there. And Innez seemed to be trying to put out the fires she had started with Helena. She couldn't help but chuckle a little. "It looks like we're getting quite the education. So what do we do next? Does anyone have an interest in being a blonde?" She supposed that was mostly for Tessa, though she figured she could do something with Cerri's fur color.
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				Title: <strong>Re: W.I.T.C.H - Classrooms (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Envious</strong> on <strong>26-04-2021, 05:00:26</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/9PgoVh1.jpg)</div><strong>Name: </strong>Tessa Thompson (https://elliquiy.com/forums/Themes/elliquiy2/images/post/xx.gif)<br><strong>Student ID: </strong>WTCH842-0001<br><strong>Area of Study:</strong> Conjuring<br><strong>Date and Time:</strong> Thursday, September 3rd<br><strong>Location:</strong> Hexology 101<br><strong>Tag:</strong> <br><strong>Notes:</strong> <br><hr><br><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td>Tessa offered a cheeky grin to Cerri; she had half a mind to say she had expensive tastes of her own, but being the mooch she was, Tessa almost always had someone else wrapped around her finger to indulge the lavish lifestyle. "I'm not a big fan of animals, but you two cuties could change my mind." It was too much responsibility and the thought of committing time to make sure another life was well cared for seemed exhausting. As Serendipity spoke about awry spells, Tessa nodded.<br><br>"Can't say I'm complaining though. Their misfire is our show!" Tessa set her elbows down on the desk and placed her chin into her cupped hands, giving the topless women an appreciative look. Too bad for spare clothing! She daydreamed instead of immediately answering Serendipity's question. Could she transform to have a cock? If her classmates could transform to have different body parts, why couldn't she? Maybe she could take on the form of a man! She had always wondered what it would be like to be a man for a day.<br><br>"Oh no. No, love. I'm a redhead through and through!" she said and sat up straight. Absentmindedly, she reached out to pet Cerri while she was still able to. "Do you think we can change <em>someone else</em>?" A new mischievous thought was coming to mind. Would she get in trouble? She began to weigh the consequences. The question wasn't <em>if</em> she would get in trouble for non-consensual spell casting, it was how much trouble was she <em>willing</em> to put up with. And to be honest, Tessa was a glutton for punishment and could take quite a lot! <br><br></td></tr></tbody></table>
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				Title: <strong>Re: W.I.T.C.H - Classrooms (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AribethAmkiir</strong> on <strong>05-05-2021, 21:43:34</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/Qcw85qy.jpg)</div><strong>Name: </strong> Cassie Blair<br><strong>Student ID: </strong>WTCH101-2451<br><strong>Area of Study:</strong> Cauldronary Arts<br><strong>Date and Time:</strong> Thursday, September 3rd<br><strong>Location:</strong> Hexology 101<br><strong>Tag:</strong> open<br><strong>Notes:</strong> Helena, Delaney, mention Tessa and Cerri<br><hr>Cassie noted Helena's invitation, gathered her stuff and then made her way to where a few of her sorority sisters were gathered.&nbsp; She took an empty seat and set out the rest of her stuff.&nbsp; <strong>"What went wrong with your charm?</strong> she asked curiously once she took her seat.<br><br>She watched the rest of the room curiously.&nbsp; She wondered how Tessa and the cat duo were going to fix things, or how they were going to get Cerri back to human.&nbsp; Maybe professor Crane or professor Poole would have to restore her.&nbsp; Either way, Cassie was curious as to what spell would be used.<br><br>She turned her attention back to Helena and Delaney, put her chin in her hands, and stared blankly at the other girls.&nbsp; <strong>"So what are you all trying to do now?"</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: W.I.T.C.H - Classrooms (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marie Reynolds</strong> on <strong>15-05-2021, 20:02:18</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/e/ed/Delaney_Sorsk.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Delaney Sorsk<br><strong>Student ID: </strong> WTCH194-1417<br><strong>Area of Study:</strong> Hexolgy 101<br><strong>Date and Time:</strong> Thursday Sept 3rd<br><strong>Location:</strong>Hexolgy 101 classroom<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Mentioning Helena and Innez.&nbsp; Cassie<br><strong>Notes:</strong> Drama Nerd +Cosmestic Change spell = familiar territory. Leave it to the drama nerd to have extra clothes.<br><hr><br>Delaney turned to Cassie. "Well it looks like some charms went awry, I am not sure how&nbsp; cause I joined this group a bit after they started their charms. I am just waiting on Innez Permission to&nbsp; try and provide some temporary relief to&nbsp; the&nbsp; fallout from her charm till she can get to a hair stylist." Delaney gave a warm smile to&nbsp; Cassie and gave her what information that was available.
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				Title: <strong>Re: W.I.T.C.H - Classrooms (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Idlewyld</strong> on <strong>18-05-2021, 03:05:23</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/fW2GJ99.jpg?1)</div><strong>Name: </strong>Serendipity Carmichael (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=330468.msg15779726#msg15779726)<br><strong>Student ID: </strong>WTCH101-1542<br><strong>Area of Study: </strong>Weaving and Making<br><strong>Date and Time: </strong>Thursday, September 3rd<br><strong>Location:</strong>Hexology 101<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Cerri, Tessa, Open<br><strong>Notes:</strong><br><hr><br>Sera's ears twitched, reminding her that yes, she still had those. And that the fiery woman who took the leadership role in her group had a definitive naughty streak. Serendipity could live with that. They were Sisters in GRL, so she figured she was going to live with that all the same. A smile crept on her face as she gave a few furtive looks around the room. "I'm starting to think I like the way you think, Tessa. So what exactly did you have in mind?"<br><br>This wasn't exactly her area of specialty herself, so she didn't know how helpful she might be in whatever plans the other two women, well one woman and one cat right now (and her right in between apparently), but they were a team, and teammates helped each other.&nbsp; And there was definitely fun to be had. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: W.I.T.C.H - Classrooms (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Crash</strong> on <strong>09-06-2021, 22:23:15</strong>
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