W.I.T.C.H - School Grounds (IC)
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				Title: <strong>W.I.T.C.H - School Grounds (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Crash</strong> on <strong>09-03-2021, 00:24:31</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: W.I.T.C.H - School Grounds (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Metraxa</strong> on <strong>12-03-2021, 18:55:35</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/ZYNmutg.jpg)</div><strong>Name: </strong>Vivian Langstrom<br><strong>Student ID: </strong> WTCH345-1176<br><strong>Area of Study:</strong> Hexology 101<br><strong>Date and Time:</strong> Monday, September 7th | Mid-Afternoon<br><strong>Location:</strong> Campus Park<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Closed | Mentioning Innez<br><strong>Notes:</strong> Plots for the future<br><hr> The first week of classes had come and gone. Students were settling in, getting to know their fellow classmates, adjusting to their school work, and the other things that one did at the start of a new school year. While that had gone well enough for most, one Vivian Langstrom was less thrilled. There was a good reason for that too, at least in her own head. <br><br>As it turned out, Alexis was going to this school too. The two of them had met in some local competitions when they were younger, and the impression that had been left had not been particularly pleasant on either side. Knowing that she was here now was enough to drive Vivian up the wall, and they'd barely even started the school year. Where Alexis preferred rock, she was into something a bit smoother. Alexis had this 'friendly delinquent'; vibe, whereas Vivian actually tried to be helpful. She drank Pepsi and Alexis drank Coca-Cola. The list was endless. They were not friends, and this situation was not sustainable.<br><br>That said, Vivian already had a plan. They'd pranked each other at competitions before, tried to show each other up. While the crowd might have appreciated the improvisation, there was no clear winner to these clashes. But now here they were, in a school full of people who literally had magic at her fingertips. If she could not seize the advantage by herself, then she'd enlist some outside help to do it.<br><br>Specifically, in this case she'd heard stories about one of the GRL House members. She was a bit spotty on the details, but 'explosive proofing her room' had been mentioned. If it was true, then that was exactly the sort of person that Vivian needed for her plan. She'd finished her classes for now, and had begun walking the campus to try and locate Innez. Hopefully she wasn't stuck in a math class or something. The sooner she got this worked out, the better she would feel. 
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				Post by: <strong>Levi</strong> on <strong>16-03-2021, 00:11:19</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>Monday, September 7th| Mid afternoon<br><strong>Location:</strong> Campus Park<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Vivian<br><strong>Notes:</strong><br><hr><br>Book in hand, the conjuring witch stared intently at the image of the flower printed within and then glanced at the specimen before her "Hmmm, they look alike but so did the last rose I looked at" she muttered. In very rare occasions Innez would study up for a spell, she had found an old raggy book in a small shop just before she came to the university and had been beyond supprised to find it contained potions and spells. Not really holding much hope for them to actually work she figured to give one a try but was struggling to find the right ingredients. Finally Innersole and stretched as she did so her gaze landed on Vivian. The two girls hadn't spoken much but Innez already sender they had a lot in common. "Yo Vivian! You got a minute?! Any good with plants?" she called out to the girl.
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				Post by: <strong>Metraxa</strong> on <strong>16-03-2021, 14:56:45</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/ZYNmutg.jpg)</div><strong>Name: </strong>Vivian Langstrom<br><strong>Student ID: </strong> WTCH345-1176<br><strong>Area of Study:</strong> Hexology 101<br><strong>Date and Time:</strong> Monday, September 7th | Mid-Afternoon<br><strong>Location:</strong> Campus Park<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Closed | Mentioning Innez<br><strong>Notes:</strong> Plots for the future<br><hr>Vivian all but lit up as she found the person she was looking for. She seemed to be doing something with flowers rather than the sort of capers that she was getting known for, but that was alright. It meant that it was easier for them to interact with each other. So she made her way over with a jog, waving as she did so. It was time to set her plan into motion. <br><br>"Just the girl I was looking for. I think I can spare a minute or two," she agreed as she made her way over. There was a moment of confusion at the mention of plants, but she calmed her self quickly enough. They weren't very good witches if they had not dealt with herbs and stuff at least once in their careers. And maybe this would make Innez more willing to go along with what she had in mind.<br><br>Coming up next to her fellow student, Vivian leaned over to look at the dusty old tome that Innez was working from. "A bit. I have a cousin who runs a flower boutique for weddings and stuff. What are you trying to do?"
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				Post by: <strong>Wolfling72</strong> on <strong>17-03-2021, 13:03:13</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/dmUCo00.jpg?1)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Nadine Laveau<br><strong>Student ID:</strong> XXX<br><strong>Area of Study:</strong> Thaumaturgical Instructor<br><strong>Date and Time:</strong> 9/8 | High Noon<br><strong>Location:</strong> On Campus Coffee Shop<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Helena Cross<br><strong>Notes:</strong> Would ya like to argue about this over coffee?<br><hr><br>The beginning of the school week always made Nadine feel as though she needed gallons of caffeine to get through the day. It wasn't enough to simply have a cuppa in her office with Monet or possibly Bella (sometimes both!!), not on a Monday or Tuesday. No, she needed the cup of tea and then a mid morning cup of coffee...and then a high noon cup of black tea. Her heart felt like jumping through her chest as she contemplated it. Still, there wasn't much she could do about it, not now. She still had a final class to get through this afternoon and she needed coffee and NOT Black tea, right now. With a head shake, and bundling dark black tresses up and away from her face before anchoring the mass with a neon blue ink pen, the cocoa hued woman began her trek across campus, on her way to the small coffee shop they had set up on site.<br><br><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font"><em>'Gotta keep the young women from running wild until we trust 'em. Hell, maybe we should treat trips into town like Hogsmeade weekends for Hogwarts?!'</em></span> The very idea made her giggle and it wasn't long before she was at the entrance to the small coffee shop. Perhaps she should have been paying attention instead of contemplating Harry Potter??
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				Title: <strong>Re: W.I.T.C.H - School Grounds (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pink Professional</strong> on <strong>17-03-2021, 15:58:44</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/Rt15vIB.png)</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>Tuesday, September 8th | High Noon<br><strong>Location:</strong> On Campus Coffee Shop<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Nadine | Closed<br><strong>Notes:</strong> Wearing a Chequered Dress (https://i.pinimg.com/236x/75/45/29/7545290c600dcc72fcdaafc582f86d6a.jpg), leggings, and a pair of knee-high boots. <br><hr> Helena's day had been relatively easy, all things considered. History lesson in the morning had woken her up considerably, but despite it all she was a creature that survived on Caffeine more than anything else. Potions were great, and all. They gave that kick of energy you needed in the morning, and she was adept enough using the Sorority's potion station now to basically brew a tea that had an extra kick of energy for a couple hours, but it was a thing of diminishing returns. Extra doses in a day did nothing but make her skin feel itchy, and that meant she needed a subsidisation of something a little stronger and more mundane. The magic of Coffee was her solution, and thankfully she was done for the day. Tuesdays were one of her two lighter days, and that meant after her morning class she was free to study, research, lounge about or - indeed - grab a cup of coffee from the University's only Coffee shop that wasn't awful.<br><br>She'd been standing in line for a few minutes, reading a book and keeping one ear stuffed with a headphone so she could listen to music. The slight sound of piano could be heard bleeding from the loose headphone that draped down her neck and chest, all while she browsed the book and waited for her to be called next in line. She was one of the unlucky few to come in at the backend of the lunch rush. She'd let her hair loose for the most part, its glossy length reaching near her spine's curve as she remained a little too oblivious of the outside world when...<br><br>..."<em><strong>Eeep!</strong></em>"<br><br>The surprised yelp of the darkly dressed student as she was bumped into would almost have sounded cute if it wasn't followed up by an annoyed scowl. The Englishwoman turned on her heel already speaking in an annoyed tone before she'd even finished spinning. "<strong>Hey, could you watch where you're go-oh-o...</strong>" Her words died in her throat as she looked up at Nadine, realising who had bumped into her and trying to stop herself from cashing in checks she couldn't able to afford. The Thaumaturgy teacher had a certain reputation about her that made the woman intimidating at best, and terrifying at worst. Students would rumour about the deadly woman's proclivity and talent for discipline, and how no one wanted to go back there twice once they were given the wrong type of attention from Madame Leveau. Equally, there was the other rumours that she was also an excellent source of knowledge, and a willing patron to the curious...and the brave. It was hard to tell which rumours were true or not, but that didn't stop Helena from assuming the worst...and that she'd somehow offended the woman before even properly meeting her. They may have had a class or two by now, it was hard to remember in the flurry of the first week, but suffice to say she didn't want to make a bad first impression. "<strong>I uh- Sorry for that. You...</strong>" She trailed off again, unsure what she was meant to be apologising for. She didn't think she'd done anything wrong and, in truth, she hadn't! "<strong>...You're Miss Nadine, right? The Thaumaturgy Instructor? I'm Helena. You've probably not noticed me yet, but I'm in a couple of your classes.</strong>" She did her best to brush over her honestly slapstick approach to an apology, mostly because it wasn't something she was really comfortable highlighting. She'd not done anything wrong, yet she was suddenly on the backfoot; Intimidated by this dangerous, beautiful, rumoured-to-be-deadly woman who loomed over the barely 5'5 Witch if not literally, then figuratively through accomplishment, deed, and status.
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				Post by: <strong>PrincessBuggy</strong> on <strong>18-03-2021, 03:11:16</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/7f/3edc100a1332833afa55bfe2ed9c3a7b.jpg)</div><strong>Name: </strong> Amelia 'Mimi' Whately (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=330468.msg15785487#msg15785487)<br><strong>Student ID: </strong> WTCH303-1890<br><strong>Area of Study:</strong> History Witch<br><strong>Date and Time:</strong> Thursday, September 10th | After classes<br><strong>Location:</strong> School Bookstore<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Closed | Helena <br><strong>Notes:</strong> wearing (https://tse2.mm.bing.net/th?id=OIP.7yHtdCoIOLmfvhOURBQ01QHaKG&amp;pid=Api&amp;P=0&amp;w=300&amp;h=300)<br><hr><br>Mimi had, by now, mastered her routine in Mrs. Crane's Hexology classes. She knew what they'd be doing in class ahead of time because she read the book, which funnily enough was something that one could do in their free time? Imagine the thought! Studying and demoing spells ahead of class would take anywhere from one to two hours of extra self-study, which ideally wouldn't be interrupted, and so far hadn't because Mimi had already figured out the areas in the school where it was possible to vanish for a few hours and never be found. Areas that might have been enchanted in such a way, perhaps? She didn't know. All she knew was being so meticulous allowed her to not look like an idiot in class, and she needed every advantage she could get. She was, far as she could tell, among the least naturally gifted at spell-weaving in all of Gamma Rho. A bit of a ding on her ego, but she didn't have much of an ego in the first place. Hard to sink a ship that was already designed to go underwater, something like that.<br><br>Far easier a lift for her was obsessing over obscure lore and arcana, the sorts of which were so abundant on Winchester campus that one might have had more difficulty happening upon a breath of fresh air than their next ancient musty book. <em>Best </em>scent ever, by the way. Better in the bedroom than the cling of actual sex. <br><br>That left her with plenty of options for friends, logical assumptions to the contrary, but inevitably Mimi's closest friends would be the sorts who could approach a spellbook that promised arcane translations and erudite references with as much buoyant razzmatazz as Mimi herself got out of bed with when thinking of what she'd be dedicating herself to learning that day. Enter sorority sister Helena. Adorable, and about as much of a hard-working geek as Mimi herself was. Helena did seem to appreciate Mimi's companionship, and Mimi equally appreciated being appreciated? Long story short, they'd taken less than a week to buddy up and make far-reaching plans. Meticulously scheduled, so as to fit with Mimi's love of clockwork in her life.<br><br>"What about this one? It looks like the sort of thing Mrs. Cross might assign someday, as a supplementary reading."&nbsp; Hexology still all too recent, still on the mind. Mimi had huffed and puffed her way through the brace of spells from that day- being mildly incompetent at them all in her usually confident way.<br><br>The book Mimi handed over was quite plain stated. It promised a look into the ways of manipulating the elements: air, water, earth, so on. Perhaps something with a spiritual bend, given the fanciful sparseness of the book's façade, a spartan typeset, earthy hues.
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				Title: <strong>Re: W.I.T.C.H - School Grounds (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pink Professional</strong> on <strong>19-03-2021, 02:50:26</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/6Mvy2bg.png)</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 10th | After Class<br><strong>Location:</strong> On-Site Bookstore<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Mimi | Closed<br><strong>Notes:</strong> Wearing (https://i.pinimg.com/564x/09/a8/a6/09a8a63ca0b99ae0788eb4a86b19c380.jpg), with a Sunhat.<br><br><hr><br>Helena had found Mimi to be a fast friend in the Gamma Rho Lambda house, least of all because they had so much in common when it came to the academic side of magic. Oxymoron aside, both of them relied more heavily on study, and planning, and research than some others in the House. People who could stroll upto the Potion bar and pour the materials into a delicious concoction that made you energetic, horny, and tasted like Blueberries were amazing, as were the people who could freehand a Hex with a twirl of the fingers and a flick of the wrists; but there was something magical about how Mimi and Helena preferred to work.<br><br>It was probably why the two of them had succeeded so much in the History of the Witch class that Agatha Whately ran like a tight, well maintained ship. Being able to pull and wrangle fragments of history from aged tomes and uncovering the various different ways that magical cultures had worked and achieved similar things gave you such a wonderful understanding of the core mysteries of the arcane. Knowing that societies ten-thousand miles apart could both conjure seperate ways to come up to the same goal was amazing, and knowing that a mixture of intent and seperate catalysts could equally make fire, or electricity, or allow for transformations...<br><br>...The possibilitiy of it all was almost intoxicating in how delicious it was. Helena longed to discover the next secret each time she stepped into Agatha's class. She hadn't even connected the dots that Agatha and Mimi shared a second name, so when that little bit of knowledge was dropped by Mimi it only made Helena feel a twinge of envy and a lot of delightful interest in the Bob-rocking woman. <br><br>Raiding the bookstore had been Mimi's idea, originally. The motivated busybody was able to wrangle the Paler-skinned Goth easily enough with the promise of fascinating discoveries, and even if it wasn't going to lead to anything earth shattering, a second hand tome with the write message written along the spine of the book, or in the margin? It might not be gold, but it could still be a treasure.<br><br>Mimi handed over a book on the elements, and Helena carefully opened the front cover to try and get a feel for the thing. It smelt musty and aged. Dusty and untouched. Unashamed of her nerdy inhibitions, Helena caught herself taking a deep breath and appreciating it, in that way only a book lover could. “<strong>I dunno if Miss Cross is going to be rushing to hand out supplemental reading. She wants to figure out her own problems first.</strong>” The idea of herself being a lecturer, or professor someday was pleasant, even if it was a distant idea. She took a few seconds to carefully examine the piece, drawing in the details of it with a quick tracing of a spell that checked it for any untouched curses or maleficarum. Once she was happy that the book wasn't somehow booby trapped, she opened it up and let herself start to take in the thing.<br><br>The earthen tones, as well as the sparse nature of it and its focus on the elements made her wonder what culture could produce such a text. So many cultures used the Elements as a base, and most of those cultures included air, water, and earth as the core building blocks. Taoist culture, and most Eastern societies were a little more...flamboyant with their literature, which made her think western of African. She flicked through it, before handing it back to Mimi, grabbing an entirely different tome for herself. “<strong>Still, it's a fun looking find. Are you looking to throw a fireball at someone?</strong>” <br><br>She smiled at the thought, not thinking Mimi the type to seek out violent sorts of magics. So often did Amelia put herself down for being 'ungifted' at Spell-weaving. It was something Helena discouraged whenever she heard it. Her friend may not be some sort of savant at it, but she was probably the most talented caster at creating sigils and binding circles that Helena knew at their dormitory. Her combination of Cleverness, caution, and forcefulness made her a fiend when it came to prep time. She was the Batman of badass Witches! <br><br>Plus, being the 'worst' at something in a sorority of elite, sexy witches picked out as the crème of the crop was nothing to be ashamed of.<br><br>Looking at her book, it seemed newer than what Mimi had picked it. It had some form of oriental focus, with a number of runes hinting at its purpose being as a sort of Brewer's guide. She liked these sorts of tomes, because people often added addendums and made changes to the recipes if they found good workarounds. “<strong>What about this? Will the second Professor Whately be asking her students to read up on this particular text?</strong>” She giggled a little, indulging in a similar fantasy as she offered her find to Amelia to examine. She was a lot more relaxed around the one friend than she was at house; it was so easy to get overwhelmed by the dozens of voices, and people. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: W.I.T.C.H - School Grounds (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PrincessBuggy</strong> on <strong>19-03-2021, 04:56:40</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/7f/3edc100a1332833afa55bfe2ed9c3a7b.jpg)</div><strong>Name: </strong> Amelia 'Mimi' Whately (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=330468.msg15785487#msg15785487)<br><strong>Student ID: </strong> WTCH303-1890<br><strong>Area of Study:</strong> History Witch<br><strong>Date and Time:</strong> Thursday, September 10th | After classes<br><strong>Location:</strong> School Bookstore<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Closed | Helena <br><strong>Notes:</strong> wearing (https://tse2.mm.bing.net/th?id=OIP.7yHtdCoIOLmfvhOURBQ01QHaKG&amp;pid=Api&amp;P=0&amp;w=300&amp;h=300)<br><hr><br>Mimi had already checked through her particular checklist for discerning the likelihood of the book putting one or both of them in a grave or somewhere still darker and moldier. Warding spell included, but one also had to eye up the spine of the book to get a sense for the presence of mechanisms that would subtly distort the shape, one had to really drink in the smell because sometimes the chemical presence of malevolent alchemy would alter the way the five senses could perceive the book... Mimi didn't exactly trust her spellcraft alone to get the job done! At the very least it added a few more zeroes to the infinitesimal chances of a false negative in scrying out traps, which Mimi could always appreciate as a thing of statistics.<br><br>"That's true! Wishful thinking on my part." A giggle. <em>Bit </em>tongue in cheek there. Kinda. Mimi did like more readings, but preferred picking them out herself, not having them assigned. <br><br>"Would I ever have a reason to?" Mimi took the book back with a hum of thanks. Indeed, she'd been interested enough in it conceptually to consider purchase. Something about the way it was written, surprisingly au courant, with crisp diction and a lack of the more typical flowery poetic license that a lot of modern mages liked to approach their craft with. It maintained a mystique of worldly ritual about it, but read like it could have been written by some mundane professional of the non-magical world: an engineer perhaps, or a carpenter. It was so... plain. Understated. Stood out, in that way. "I don't know, I think it's compelling. Makes you feel like getting back to basics, if you get what I'm trying to say?" Enough of that, though. Mimi could digest it on her own time- having apparently decided she would indeed be buying it with her allowance of Dunwich blood money.<br><br>"That's... yeah, I recognize the script. Monastic alchemy or maybe just a regular guide to fermented drinks." She raised her eyebrow, put a finger to her lips to mock confidentiality. "I mean, it is college isn't it? Might as well engage your audience that way, right?" Ooh, actually, that caused a question to occur to her. Like most things did, anyways. Mimi dropped the moment of flailing away at aspirations of being charismatic and dropped into her usually zoomer timbre of voice. "What would you assign students? Like, what work do you think is most fundamental to describe your philosophy of the magical world?"<br><br>Huh. That one might draw them into a long-form, legalese contract's worth of a conversation. Mimi multitasked as intended- books books, dancing a finger over the spines that stuck out in a strange blocky topographies' worth of shelves, wondering how many centuries of history and lore were so casually buried in this store. She knew they spoke easier around others than most- they could've rambled to the heat death of the universe, given enough privacy.<br><br>"I always think about it the way Aggie puts it, I guess." If anybody else in the school called the elder Whately that to her face the History Witch would prove that she was no slouch when it came to deadly applications of the other schools of magic. "Discipline over the world. Taming it." Big words for a Mimi-tier geek.
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				Title: <strong>Re: W.I.T.C.H - School Grounds (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Crash</strong> on <strong>19-03-2021, 18:28:38</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/1/11/6a4c4fbf7a69df5e9980dd1ebd55016b.jpg)</div><strong>Name: </strong> Alvena Marsh (She/Her)<br><strong>Student ID: </strong> BICH411-1H8U<br><strong>Age/Year: </strong> 18/Freshmen<br><strong>Area of Study:</strong> Hexology 101<br><strong>Date and Time:</strong> Monday, September 7th | Just before Conjuration Class<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Quad <br><strong>Tag:</strong> Closed | Mentioning GRL girls on the way to Conjuration Class<br><strong>Note:</strong> It is overcast and raining<br><hr>The patter of rain and biting chill had students hurrying across the quad.&nbsp; Some with umbrellas and others with bookbags and backpacks head over their head.&nbsp; Alvena Marsh watched them all with disdain.&nbsp; She said on the edge of a pretty fountain filled with the pitter-patter of droplets breaking its surface.&nbsp; Her hood pulled up as much to hide her features as it was to keep the water off her.&nbsp; Long delicate looking fingers weaved a board little pattern in the air as she waited.&nbsp; Rain droplets stopped falling near the fingers and swirled and danced between them. Alvena had always been good with weather spells.&nbsp; She had been at the top of her class at Innsmouth High. There was no excuse for Winchester Institute to deny her application to Gamma Rho Lambda, and yet they had.&nbsp; Worst they accepted that dumpy little hedge witch Dorothy Blayne instead!<br><br>Alvena was certain Dorothy or her family had cheated her way in.&nbsp; Swapped Dorothy's application with Alvena's.&nbsp; It had to be.&nbsp; It was impossible that that blue-haired hedge with her big lavender eyes and plump lips and that round taunting little ass…wait what?&nbsp; <em>See! Sorcery!&nbsp; It had to be. She wasn't attracted to that cheat! </em><br><br><em>'Never!'</em>&nbsp; Annoyed fingers flicked away the dancing raindrops, splashing a boy walking by.<br><br>"What the hell?" The tall, broad-shouldered boy yelped in surprise.<br><br>"Silence." Alvena snapped her fingers closed, and so too did his mouth.&nbsp; She glanced the strapping young man up and down while he made panicked mumbling sounds. "Wait here." She commanded with another wiggle of her fingers and the boy's eyes glazed over, and his shoulders slumped as the rain-soaked him.&nbsp; <br><br>Alvena has spotted a cluster of girls making their way towards the laboratory building where she had learned the conjuring classes were held. That blue hair and its annoyingly glowy canary highlights were unmistakable.&nbsp; Other girls in the cluster matched the descriptions Charlie had given her as well. <br><br>Alvena took the incantation she had prepared out of her pocket along with a small bottle of ink, magic erasure, and squid tentacle.&nbsp; She quickly dabbed some ink onto the tentacle as she recited the incantation over and over. <br>The tentacle began to wiggle and squirm around the erasure. Alvena's green orbs focused on the books and bags the girls were carrying as she wove the spell of editation.<br><br>There was no flash of light or puff of smoke.&nbsp; The spell was simple and quiet and perfectly modified for what was needed.&nbsp; Alvena had used it before to change wrong answers to right ones in high school, often enough to know its efficacy.&nbsp; It was easy enough to modify for her purposes.&nbsp; Spell complete, Alvena watched the girls hurry into the laboratory building, her eyes dropping to a particularly thick pair of hips that swayed hypnotically as they tried to keep up with the other girls.<br><br><em> 'Sorcery!'</em> She thought, standing up quickly and scattering the components off her lap without a thought. The folded incantation settling under the edge of the fountain.<br><br>"Come with me." She said to the mesmerized young man.&nbsp; She would be damned if she would be ensorcelled by Dorothy Blayne and her pouty, kissable lips! She would ride this boy until she proved it, or he collapsed between her thighs.&nbsp; That would teach Dorothy!<br><br>"Yes, mistress." The young bro-hamm droned and followed Alvena off the school grounds.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: W.I.T.C.H - School Grounds (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wolfling72</strong> on <strong>19-03-2021, 19:15:57</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/dmUCo00.jpg?1)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Nadine Laveau<br><strong>Student ID:</strong> XXX<br><strong>Area of Study:</strong> Thaumaturgical Instructor<br><strong>Date and Time:</strong> 9/8 | High Noon<br><strong>Location:</strong> On Campus Coffee Shop<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Helena Cross<br><strong>Notes:</strong> Would ya like to argue about this over coffee?<br><hr><br>Nadine heard the first syllables as they fell from a mouth which soon caught up with a gaze that looked to be a combination of both shock and fear. While she was used to such expressions aimed at her direction, the diminutive teacher didn't particularly like garnering such when she was the one at fault and not behind a podium or desk. A soothing hand reached out to trail over the back of the young woman's hand even as she shushed her with a mere head shake and a slight frown.<br><br><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">"It's obvious that I am the one at fault, Miss Cross?"</span> Nadine's husky contralto turned the name into a query even as she stepped back and put a foot of space between them. <span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">"I do recall you from my class though. You are unusually quiet for one so bright and you tend to stick the end of your pen in your mouth when you disagree with something someone says. Biting back the urge to tell them they are wrong, hmm?"</span> A smile finished that statement and a moment later the line had surged forward, yet again. Nadine waved the young woman forward and stepped into line behind her. <span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">"How are you finding your courses so far? Anything giving you trouble?"</span> Nadine pondered the line, the inherent fullness of the shop and the myriad people all squashed together in one small space before she switched her full attention back to the young woman before her. <span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">"Maybe you'd like to sit and have a drink with me, once I get my coffee? We have a good twenty minutes before classes resume. What do you say?"</span><br><br>The darker-hued female understood that she was intimidating. Very few girls came to see her because they <strong>wanted</strong> to, only Monet and her pretty partner were exceptions to that rule. So anytime she had a chance to build a better relationship with a likely sort? She offered. Hopefully, this one would see that the offer was genuine and take her up on it.
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				Title: <strong>Re: W.I.T.C.H - School Grounds (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pink Professional</strong> on <strong>20-03-2021, 00:14:33</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/6Mvy2bg.png)</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 10th | After Class<br><strong>Location:</strong> On-Site Bookstore<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Mimi | Closed<br><strong>Notes:</strong> Wearing (https://i.pinimg.com/564x/09/a8/a6/09a8a63ca0b99ae0788eb4a86b19c380.jpg), with a Sunhat.<br><br><hr><br>There was a smirk on Helena's face as she mentioned not needing to ever throw fireballs. Unfortunately, Helena could think of way too many times when a well applied fireball might have saved her some hassle in the last fourty-eight hours...<br><br>“<strong>Good spot, Professor Whately.</strong>” She giggled to herself again, enjoying the joke just a little too much. Imagining a world ten years from now where Mimi and Helena were the ones running this particular asylum was appealing, if not a little naïve. After all, wouldn't they both be fighting for the same spot? Both would be vying for the role as the next History buff, right? And even then, both would be contending with Mimi's older sister as well. <br><br>“<strong>I'm...not sure what I'd assign students.</strong>” She said, a little unsure of it even as Mimi explained her sister's way of dealing with magic, and the rather...colourful imagery that brought to her mind after recent experimentation. “<strong>There's still so much for me to learn. I'm shamefully underprepared for the...the depth of studies that some of the others have got under their sleeves. I'm first-generation. There has never been another Cross in my family who could call themselves a witch.</strong>” <br><br>It was a...colourful truth, even if the words were technically true. No other <em>Cross</em> had been a witch. <br><br>“<strong>I think...I think I'm discovering the delights of the unknown though. New experiences, new experiments, new curiosities. I think I'd...I think Miss Cross would encourage her students to try something new once in a while.</strong>” As if to dramatically make her point known, the Black-haired Englishwoman opened the Potion's tome into a random page, looking down at a recipe for a Lust philtre, scribbled with a warning in what could only be some sort of black charcoal. <br><br>'<span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font"><em>If effects last for more than four days, recommend consulting assistance from other practitioners.</em></span>'<br><br>“<strong>...Great, I found the Magical Viagra potion.</strong>” She said, a little hint of pink on her cheeks at that, as she put the Potion book back where she'd found it. Experiment failed, apparently. She'd just managed to embarrass herself.
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				Title: <strong>Re: W.I.T.C.H - School Grounds (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pink Professional</strong> on <strong>20-03-2021, 00:31:13</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/Rt15vIB.png)</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>Tuesday, September 8th | High Noon<br><strong>Location:</strong> On Campus Coffee Shop<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Nadine | Closed<br><strong>Notes:</strong> Wearing a Chequered Dress (https://i.pinimg.com/236x/75/45/29/7545290c600dcc72fcdaafc582f86d6a.jpg), leggings, and a pair of knee-high boots. <br><hr> There was something to be said about being noticed. Helena was naturally a quiet individual, not prone to standing out by her own designs. She always liked the idea that her hard work would make her easy to notice when the right person was paying attention, and the sudden realisation that this was not only the case; but that she was talking to someone who'd been paying such attention to her was equal parts gratifying and a little daunting. “<strong>That's...pretty much exactly on the money, yes.</strong>” She said, a little pink on her cheeks at being called out almost instantly for her bad habit of shewing pens when frustrated or annoyed. <br><br>It was either that, or fidgeting fingers.<br><br>As if by magic, or just because of her general deference to figures of authority, Helena moved at Nadine's beckoning. It was a half step backwards, glancing for just a moment to make sure she didn't bump into the person in front of her, and then she was facing Nadine again. It was hard not to want to stare at the woman, who despite initially shaking her, had quickly proven to be polite, reasonable, and hot-ho...helpful? Yes, helpful. “<strong>I'm doing pretty well so far. I'm hardly a savant, but I've got...most things down.</strong>” She paused for a moment, feeling the slightly disingenuous note to her talks as the words left her mouth. She frowned for a second, before deciding to be honest. “<strong>Well...I-um...Truth be told, I'm struggling with a couple of the more...flexible classes. I'd love to take you up on that offer, actually. I'm...honestly, I'm stumped with how to even begin to understand everything that Thaumaturgy can do, and Hexology class seems like such a wide field that it's basically like...like swimming in the Ocean trying to catch one specific fish.</strong>” A slight pursing of the lips, and a puffing of her cheeks showed off Helena's slightly petty annoyance at being stumped. Her talent was in her ability to comprehend things. She was a natural when it came to Academia that you could quantify. Things that had empirical, measurable results were far more of her forte. Understanding ancient texts, and even potion brewing was easy for her, but weaving spells and hexes on the fly? That was much harder for her.<br><br>Helena latched onto the idea that Nadine was not only less intimidating than she first appeared, and that her offer was genuine, but she also latched onto the idea that this walking expert of her field might offer something more...concrete for her. She wanted something uniform, and rigid. Something regimented, and scheduled. Chaos was hard. She liked orderly things. She liked it when things made <em>sense</em>. <br><br>The line shifted behind her again, and suddenly it was Helena's turn to order. She smiled pleasantly at Nadine, the lines of her face creasing pleasantly at her slightly dorky delight. She smiled with all of her features; her eyes closed, her nose wrinkled. It was a rather genuine smile. “<strong>I'll meet you...</strong>” After glancing around the crowded shop, she saw a good mark. She pointed out a corner table, one that another group was just leaving. “<strong>...Right over there. I'll save you a space.</strong>”<br><br>She turned, quickly ordering a rather sweet Frappe and piece of shortbread, and then sauntered over to the table; awaiting Nadine and hoping the Instructor might have some knowledge that would help make sense of the anarchy of magic that Helena wasn't quite on the mark with, yet.
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				Title: <strong>Re: W.I.T.C.H - School Grounds (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PrincessBuggy</strong> on <strong>20-03-2021, 12:56:04</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/7f/3edc100a1332833afa55bfe2ed9c3a7b.jpg)</div><strong>Name: </strong> Amelia 'Mimi' Whately (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=330468.msg15785487#msg15785487)<br><strong>Student ID: </strong> WTCH303-1890<br><strong>Area of Study:</strong> History Witch<br><strong>Date and Time:</strong> Thursday, September 10th | After classes<br><strong>Location:</strong> School Bookstore<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Closed | Helena <br><strong>Notes:</strong> wearing (https://tse2.mm.bing.net/th?id=OIP.7yHtdCoIOLmfvhOURBQ01QHaKG&amp;pid=Api&amp;P=0&amp;w=300&amp;h=300)<br><hr><br>"You know. I always wondered if my sister actually liked being called Professor any. It feels," and she stretched out the word like taffy through her teeth, "<em>awkwaaaaard</em>." Mimi liked to listen, <em>almost </em>as much as she liked to speak. She dedicated herself to someone speaking to her with every bit as much zeal as priests to their altar. Almost reverent, contemplating words by the syllable, pauses by the grain of sand in the hourglass. It was inspiring, how many of her peers had no magical heritage in their blood that had ended up in one of Winchester's most prestigiously horny sororities. <br><br>There were whisperings about Helena, according to some of the other girls who knew girls who knew friends who knew vague anonymous sources, the sort of people Mimi sat with sometimes more because they wanted her to be there than vice versa. Something about her history, rumors that the teachers already knew her for some reason. Mimi obviously didn't care. It wasn't in one ear and out the other, but there were entire libraries worth of trivia that had no value or basis in fact that Mimi held onto out of habit, in that little archive right between her very two ears.<br><br>"Well, you wouldn't be assigning them Viagra potion crafting... Honestly, maybe Mrs. Poole would be. I could see it, y'know?" She was definitely very acutely aware of the exact location where Helena had abandoned the book, it drawing in her eyes like honey and vinegar for wandering flies. <br><br>"I mean think about it-"<br><br>And yes, she casually grabbed that tome and started searching the pages, with absolutely no shame.<br><br>"I guess one of the things that I've always wanted to emphasize more in the way I approach magic is not, uh, tunnel visioning onto it? If that makes sense." Side by side, random passerby in the bookstore hunting for whatever thing they desperately needed for last minute cramming, didn't spare either of them a backwards glance beyond the amount of time needed for bull-rushing them out of the way of the aisle. Mimi narrated her spiel like a conductor did their composition, her hands spelling a tale all their own. I don't know how to dance, or something like that. "Like, it's just a tool. Like anything else, we shouldn't limit ourselves to studying only one thing. Medicine exists-" and yes, she had indeed been inspired onto this particular tangent by the word Viagra- "and those without magic do quite a good job with it, not demanding we always be around to fix everything for them with expensive, exhausting spells of mending mortal wounds, so on. It's not as powerful, maybe, but... I dunno."<br><br>"Like, imagine Mrs. Laveau. Sure she's definitely powerful enough to summon whips and chains out of thin air-" Most obvious secret of a teacher's tastes ever, by the way. It was a secret so poorly kept it was virtually on the WITCH orientation tour program. "But there's still a charm in having a certain implement, a mundane thing, that is familiar in the hand and has kissed some girl's ass before. So on."
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				Title: <strong>Re: W.I.T.C.H - School Grounds (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pink Professional</strong> on <strong>20-03-2021, 18:12:37</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/6Mvy2bg.png)</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 10th | After Class<br><strong>Location:</strong> On-Site Bookstore<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Mimi | Closed<br><strong>Notes:</strong> Wearing (https://i.pinimg.com/564x/09/a8/a6/09a8a63ca0b99ae0788eb4a86b19c380.jpg), with a Sunhat.<br><br><hr><br>For a brief moment, there was this slight darkening of Helena's cheeks. It was barely a flicker, as she felt that wave of nausea and embarrassment at the idea that she might have pressed the joke a little too far...That Mimi's comment was a targeted rebuttal; a slap in the face. Awkwardness led to that clammy fear of being alone again, and ostracised, but it vanished quickly enough when Mimi just...carried on like nothing had happened. She made jokes, and comments, and it was like nothing had gone wrong at all. <br><br>The Englishwoman just shook it off, focusing on what Mimi was saying and smirking at the mention of Mrs Poole and her cheeky cauldron's craft. “<strong>Personally, with the way she was eying up Miss Crane, something tells me she doesn't need any help getting herself eager, hungry, and hot under the collar.</strong>” She bit her lip, remembering the awkward scene from Hexology, and the downright scandalous way it had devolved. Was Helena just seeing things that weren't there? The Horniness of the Gamma Rho Lamba sisterhood might just be tainting her perspective, but there was a <em>lot</em> of fucking going on in the entire University. It helped to know that even the experts of a craft could make mistakes though; it humanised the magical process. Reminded her that maybe her methodology to mastery that focused on repetition and preparation was not all that unusual after all. Deep down she still thought that maybe she was just playing catch up to the naturals, but then Miranda Crane <em>was</em> supposedly the most natural of naturals. So much so that the WITCH rival was trying to poach her.<br><br>Mimi's tangent was interesting, even if the eventual conclusion led her to redden her cheeks a lot more than before, and for a longer time. Helena's working relationship with Nadine was relatively new, and the thoughts of her instructor's...proclivities was hardly a particular secret but...but to just blurt it out was... “<strong>I-I guess it makes sense? Utility and not a crutch...</strong>” Her eyes wandered, only just realising that Mimi had found the book she'd put back and picked it up for herself. In truth, she was still internally debating whether she agreed or not. “<strong>But then, surely it makes sense to maximise your potential by maximising exposure. Trying new things, exploring new facets, unearthing new secrets...It helps you discover new joys, new treasures, new experiences...</strong>” <br><br>Her mind briefly flashed to the thought of Nadine – Whips and Chains included – and all of those new experiences she was starting to touch upon herself as part of WITCH. <br><br>“<strong>...I dunno. Maybe I'm just too curious to want to look at anything else. Imagine it'll be different in a couple of years, when I'm as ingratiated with the possibilities of the Arcane as you or your sister.</strong>” She shrugged a little, reaching for another book, seemingly at random, and finding it to be a dusty Asian thing, written in foreign enough text that – with just a simple hex applied after scanning the thing for traps, translated itself in real time from what looked to be Hindi into English. This tome focused on applications of unusual hexes in the form of 'miracles'. Hexes that changed appearance, and altered physiology, and even summoned a few minions from other realms.<br><br>...She tilted her head, delighted by the unusually divine word choice used in the piece. It combined Religious phraseology and Magical ideology in a wonderfully bizarre way. “<strong>Looking for anything particular in that book? I'm pretty sure I can connect you to a couple of girls who know a brew for a quick and messy bit of fun.</strong>” Her mind went back to her first meeting with the ladies in GRL on the first Weekend. That had been...quite the finish to her first night.
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				Title: <strong>Re: W.I.T.C.H - School Grounds (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PrincessBuggy</strong> on <strong>21-03-2021, 01:48:43</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/1/15/3b8fec26c8b88c515dcc25857e5fa966.jpg)</div><strong>Name: </strong> Amelia 'Mimi' Whately (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=330468.msg15785487#msg15785487)<br><strong>Student ID: </strong> WTCH303-1890<br><strong>Area of Study:</strong> History Witch<br><strong>Date and Time:</strong> Thursday, September 10th | After classes<br><strong>Location:</strong> School Bookstore<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Closed | Helena <br><strong>Notes:</strong> wearing (https://tse2.mm.bing.net/th?id=OIP.7yHtdCoIOLmfvhOURBQ01QHaKG&amp;pid=Api&amp;P=0&amp;w=300&amp;h=300)<br><hr><br>Mimi had seen the brief cloud darkening Helena's skies, and she'd tried to offer an umbrella in the form of a pat on the shoulder, Mimi's delicate and tiny little fingers enough to get a good, warm grip. They really were kindred spirits in a way, as Mimi was well aware of the perpetual running, trying to keep ahead of the embarrassment, of one's own motor mouth. That one of them was a more confident version of the other was just happenstance, a there but for grace I go sort of happening that only made Mimi all the more sympathetic and eager to lift up. She wanted Helena to see she was actually cool people, some day.<br><br>"Yes," Mimi drawled, quite alright with devoting thought to the salacious fantasy and reality boundary that was the Crane-Poole will-they-won't-they. "But the stamina to keep it going after a while might be a harder ask, even if the spirit is willing." The particular gesticulation Mimi chose for that one, palm flesh mechanically slapping together, well. That one was more appropriate. Even actually got a bystander to briefly stare at the shenanigans. <br><br>Had Mimi intended to take aim and fire at Helena's newfound <em>working </em>relationship with Laveau? Maybe, maybe not. In Helena's experience so far the purposefulness and intent of her friend's rapid-fire mind could ebb and flow by the sentence, as plans within plans failed to survive contact with Mimi's own perpetual motor mouth, hot as it tended to run.<br><br>"Implying I'm anywhere near as good as my sister? C'mon, Hel." Mimi shrugged, still smiling, still loud and proud. "I mean that makes sense. It would go better for me if I focused on one thing, one field of study but... I dunno, it's hard to ever really focus on any one thing. I'd burn out if I did." Whatever diagnosis that implied Mimi might have needed was one that had never been made. She sidled up to Helena, girls now almost shoulder to shoulder, a curious leer in Mimi's eyes as she read over Helena's shoulder, tucking herself into Helena's personal space such that she almost knocked off the sunhat. <br><br>"Summoning, right? If I'm recognizing that one rune there right." As she was pointing at the Devanagari hieroglyph that roughly translated to 'new being'. "Reminds me, I heard something happened in conjuration lab a few days ago, right?"<br><br>However much Mimi could be difficult to work with, her one-track mind being a detriment in some situations to date, she seemed willing to jump about topics like a Mario character when she was in a good mood. She looked back down at the book in her own hands, and showed off what was on the page in lieu of actually explaining it. Another spell of lust, this one promising that... translation a bit tricky, but something about volume of something or another being guaranteed.<br><br>"Can't quite figure out what it's saying yet. But like, nah. I swear you've probably slept with more people than me so far. You're a legend in the making though, so unfair comparison between us! But yeah, I have no designs for any girl as of yet, I guess. No need to break out the big guns yet, y'know?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: W.I.T.C.H - School Grounds (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pink Professional</strong> on <strong>21-03-2021, 18:07:29</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/6Mvy2bg.png)</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 10th | After Class<br><strong>Location:</strong> On-Site Bookstore<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Mimi | Closed<br><strong>Notes:</strong> Wearing (https://i.pinimg.com/564x/09/a8/a6/09a8a63ca0b99ae0788eb4a86b19c380.jpg), with a Sunhat.<br><br><hr><br>Helena seemed to soften at the touch, but when the conversation eventually reached her supposed status as a sexual creature, she bawled a little. “<strong>I-That's...Most of those weren't even planned!</strong>” She was embarrassed at the fact she'd ended up stumbling into not one, but two magical mishaps in as many weeks. The first week had her exposing her chest, in the great Crane-Poole incident of the disintegrating top. The second week had been something slightly more malicious though, and she was still eagerly trying to forget how unreasonably horny the possession had left her for the time. “<strong>I'm no legend, I'm just chronically unlucky, and blessed enough to catch a few worthy people's attention.</strong>” Despite the embarrassment, she wasn't trying to shrug Mimi from her shoulders or even back away from the embrace. Truth be told, the closeness was nice, and the flush of heat in her cheeks wasn't as shame-fuelled as the British woman might like to pretend it was.<br><br>Being wanted, after all, was a pleasant delight. It was a sweet nectar to enjoy. She was just...<br><br>...Getting into the swing of things? It was literally on the Sorority's tenants, after all.<br><br>“<strong>As for you...</strong>” She said, turning and reaching up to poke Mimi's nose. “<strong>...You need to speak more highly of yourself. No one starts out an expert. Of course you can't top your older sister yet, but that doesn't mean you're hopeless, or even remotely lacking in talent! You're still one of the best Witches in our year if you have time to plan, and I won't hear any less than that from you.</strong>” She was slightly more brazen in the moment, emboldened by Mimi's poking fun. She was far too fond of Mimi to let her keep putting herself down. She didn't seem angry, or annoyed thankfully – Just unwilling not to say her piece.<br><br>With her piece stated, Helena slumped her shoulders and leaned into Mimi, glancing at the potion book she'd taken in both hands, and enjoying the chance to read the newfound piece of unusual literature that she herself had found. “<strong>I think I'm going to try and stick to this Summoning thing as a secondary focus. I may have been...involved...in the incident on Monday, but it just showed me some of the incredible things you can do with the right sort of magic. History and Academia will be my first love, but doesn't mean I can't experiment a bit with a few other schools on the side, right? At least with Summoning, I won't accidentally evaporate my underwear or whatever happened in Hexes.</strong>” She smirked, the jokes-at-her-own-expense flowing freely from the steadily more relaxed Helena. She'd gotten out of her own head, and caught onto Mimi's kinder hints enough that she wasn't blundering for the door or for an exit, and instead she was happily basking in her newfound friend's attention.
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				Title: <strong>Re: W.I.T.C.H - School Grounds (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PrincessBuggy</strong> on <strong>22-03-2021, 01:34:31</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/1/15/3b8fec26c8b88c515dcc25857e5fa966.jpg)</div><strong>Name: </strong> Amelia 'Mimi' Whately (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=330468.msg15785487#msg15785487)<br><strong>Student ID: </strong> WTCH303-1890<br><strong>Area of Study:</strong> History Witch<br><strong>Date and Time:</strong> Thursday, September 10th | After classes<br><strong>Location:</strong> School Bookstore<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Closed | Helena <br><strong>Notes:</strong> wearing (https://tse2.mm.bing.net/th?id=OIP.7yHtdCoIOLmfvhOURBQ01QHaKG&amp;pid=Api&amp;P=0&amp;w=300&amp;h=300)<br><hr><br>As poor Helena burned with shame, so too did her friend burn with mirth. A flustered Helena was a top percentile cute blessing onto this earth! "Is it being unlucky, or is it just being <em>that </em>good?" Mimi had been around for the toplessness incident, anyways, and her own baring of her bosom had been a less a spell-misfire and more solidarity, Mimi had shucked off the button-up she'd been wearing that day proudly, such that Helena and Mrs. Crane's respective embarrassments might be further diffused. Consider it emotional transfiguration- humiliation to something friendlier, warmer. Sisterhood. Kinda in a lot of ways actually, because at an eyeballing Mimi was pretty sure she and Helena were boob buddies too? Same band size, same modestly impressive cup. <br><br>"No plan survives contact with the enemy, Hel!" Unfortunately, life had taught Mimi that particular lesson on many an occasion. If Helena had been a childhood friend, around to see how much of a paper tiger tyrant Mimi had used to be... the tween atheist edginess, <em>good god</em>. "I could do that, talking more confidently." A sharp grin, that she sneaked right into Helena's face from the side. "But a confident me means an <em>aggressive </em>me. You <em>suuuuure </em>you want to advance our relationship that quickly?" Mimi returned to her side of Helena's personal space, which was still right up against Helena's shoulder, the two sharing a bonfire of their mutual warmth suffusing into the little space between them. <br><br>Helena feeling emboldened led to escalation. Mutually assured destruction, in a manner of speaking.<br><br>"I think that's it exactly. We all have to branch out, try different stuff." A pause, as Mimi tried to connect a thought that had started to brew in her mind, the first bubbles from her inner cauldron. "... Sure you're not more interested in thaumaturgy though? Y'know. For <em>reasons</em>." Pat pat pat. Helena's shoulders received a cuddly barrage. "Also now that I think about it, conjured things could still be the sorts of summons that are inclined to vaporize your bra and stuff, so. Still an element of risk."<br><br>Always fun, being welded to someone while talking to them! Aesthetically pleasing, the softness of another.<br><br>"If I had to pick another department I've been liking besides Aggie's, I'd say I love potion brewing a ton. The way Mrs. Poole teaches reminds me of cooking, I guess it just clicks super naturally in my mind. Follow the recipe to victory." Mimi's first day cooking for the sorority had been a total success, by the way. The well planned out tempura fry and miso soup had been a hit. "Maybe I should invest in that monastic alchemy book. Or this Viagra one." Or both. Mimi had an allowance, and an urge to have a larger library in her own bedroom than the actual sorority library.
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				Title: <strong>Re: W.I.T.C.H - School Grounds (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wolfling72</strong> on <strong>22-03-2021, 01:35:43</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/uUNSGX6.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Nadine Laveau<br><strong>Student ID:</strong> XXX<br><strong>Area of Study:</strong> Thaumaturgical Instructor<br><strong>Date and Time:</strong> 9/8 | High Noon<br><strong>Location:</strong> On Campus Coffee Shop<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Helena Cross<br><strong>Notes:</strong> Would ya like to argue about this over coffee?<br><hr><br>Nadine found herself vaguely amused both by the tint to the pretty young woman's cheeks and by the way she tried, repeatedly, to turn the tide of her normal speech pattern. The professor figured the woman was more used to snarking out a response as opposed to giving a considered answer, at least when it came to things that truly were not the other person's business. As a professor, Nadine had to learn to walk the line between polite and professional. Those two things were not always the same, no matter how one tried to make it equate. It became more difficult with someone in her position, someone who had to exude authority but not become abusive or feared. Still, she thought she did alright all things considered, and judging by the young woman in question, she didn't always come off as an entirely hard ass.<br><br><strong>“Well...I-um...Truth be told, I'm struggling with a couple of the more...flexible classes. I'd love to take you up on that offer, actually. I'm...honestly, I'm stumped with how to even begin to understand everything that Thaumaturgy can do, and Hexology class seems like such a wide field that it's basically like...like swimming in the ocean trying to catch one specific fish.”</strong><br><br>The darker woman nodded and stepped forward as the line shifted, the poor girls at the front dealing with the rush in a way she wouldn't have, smiling and talking while moving as if the hounds of hades were on their tales. <span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">"The thing to know about Thaumaturgy is this--every single class you take is, at its base, an extension of Thaumaturgical thought. Thaumaturgy is not only the works one would see as miraculous, it is the thought and study of the lore which gives you the tools for hexing or conjuring, for potion crafting or enchanted blade weaving. You need the base to get the extras...and with the base, you can extend the extras. It all works together." </span> A sly grin tip-tilted her full lips into something almost lascivious. <span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">"Like when you add candle wax after anointing a piece of bared skin with an ice cube...or vice versa. They both feel good alone, but they are spectacular together."</span><br><br>And then they were moving once more, a sort of punctuation to Nadine's more outre' thoughts. Soon enough, the young woman was ordering her drink and had turned, her entire face wreathed in a smile, to point at a table with an offer to save the older woman a seat. Nadine grinned back, her dark eyes sparkling with unbound delight. <span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">"Perfection. I will join you shortly."</span> Did she watch as the young woman sauntered away, hips swaying delightfully and adding just a hint of bounce to her dress? Why yes, yes she did. Because Nadine always watched, always paid attention, always <em>noticed</em>. Plus, a young woman that looked like that deserved to be admired and Nadine prided herself on giving things their proper due. Finally, she turned around to face the patiently waiting clerk. <span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">"Hello, darlin'. A caramel frappucino please."</span><br><br>Moments later, Nadine had joined Helena at her table, dark gaze trained upon the young woman's features even as she took her first sip of the warmth waiting in her cup. <span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">"Now, what exactly do you think you need to fully be able to focus yourself on your studies? A guide. Maybe a schedule with things that have to be done at a certain time? Would you need tutoring? What will help you succeed?"</span><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: W.I.T.C.H - School Grounds (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pink Professional</strong> on <strong>22-03-2021, 17:09:30</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/6Mvy2bg.png)</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 10th | After Class<br><strong>Location:</strong> On-Site Bookstore<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Mimi | Closed<br><strong>Notes:</strong> Wearing (https://i.pinimg.com/564x/09/a8/a6/09a8a63ca0b99ae0788eb4a86b19c380.jpg), with a Sunhat.<br><br><hr><br>“<strong>Psh, Jerk.</strong>” She said, nudging Mimi in the ribs with an elbow with an unmistakable smirk on her face, even with the flush of heat on her cheeks. Amelia was keen to tease her, but it was clearly not meant to be malicious, or hurtful. She'd had friends like this in her younger years; never so flirty, and hardly as cute, but she'd had them in her life before. They brought a certain mirth to things, as long as they didn't come with a pack. Introversion often led to Helena needing to take breaks from those larger groups, so as to recharge her social batteries. Mimi alone was barely even a blip of a drain.<br><br>Speaking of Mimi, and her slightly flirty teasing, the dark haired woman was up about as close as she could be while remaining decent in public as she dropped a barely veiled proposition. Instead of recoiling and blushing, Helena just chuckled, turning to face the woman with a smile. “<strong>I'm sure I could suffer that aggression if it helped boost your confidence.</strong>” It may have been Mutually assured destruction to push Mimi like this, but Helena would have to be MAD not to try and tease the woman back for all of her cajoling. Surely Amelia wasn't going to be so bold in the Bookstore. <br><br>“<strong>You are...just the worst sometimes.</strong>” She said, bumping into Mimi at the mention of her purported interests in Thaumaturgy. Thankfully, it was followed up with the Englishwoman's arm wrapping around Mimi's side and pulling them closer together. It was an awkward sort of side hug, joining them at the hip as well as the shoulder. “<strong>Heck, you said it yourself. Gotta try new things, right? Conjuration and Thaumaturgy have recipes you can follow too. Potions are fun though, I just get impatient waiting for them sometimes.</strong>” She tried not to comment on the idea of Summoned spirits, souls, and simulacrum who might be interested in vaporizing her bra. Slightly too real a memory...<br><br>“<strong>Well, I'm definitely picking up this book. It's fascinatingly written, and I'm hoping to get a feel for the writer a bit more. Choosing such religious iconography and text; I wonder if maybe they were a religious practitioner? Oooh, or maybe <em>were</em>?</strong>” She giggled at the idea, clasping the tome shut with the one hand grasping the spine. It slammed shut with a satisfying 'Clomp' sound.&nbsp; “<strong>Bet you could find something spicy in the book of an excommunicated ex-priest or whatnot.</strong>” Helena's mirth, combined with her relaxation, made it easy for her to forget herself. Her chin rested on Mimi's shoulder, reading what she read and waiting for her to make her choice. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: W.I.T.C.H - School Grounds (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pink Professional</strong> on <strong>22-03-2021, 18:55:02</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/Rt15vIB.png)</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>Tuesday, September 8th | High Noon<br><strong>Location:</strong> On Campus Coffee Shop<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Nadine | Closed<br><strong>Notes:</strong> Wearing a Chequered Dress (https://i.pinimg.com/236x/75/45/29/7545290c600dcc72fcdaafc582f86d6a.jpg), leggings, and a pair of knee-high boots. <br><hr>Helena listened with raptured interest as Nadine poured her thoughts on the importance of her study into rather eloquent a speech. The presentation of her magical study as the building blocks of other schools of thinking and magical theory was...honestly fascinating, if not a little daunting. So much to be unravelled and unmade, only to be pieced back together and-<br><br>Nadine's little anecdote at the end caught the Paler-skinned woman off guard, and highlighted another tint of embarrassment as she readjusted to the culture of the Academy once again. Teachers flirting with students should have been scandalous and yet...<br><br>...and yet was it so bad? Nadine was drop dead gorgeous, with her angular face and her full, inviting lips...<br><br>She barely even noticed that she was sat down when her thoughts got out of the gutter. Her hands were cupping her drink, and she watched Nadine return to centre stage as she sat opposite her. She was succinct and direct; to the point, as she seemed to be in all things. There was something to admire in that. What she had heard about the supposed disciplinarian had likely just been bad-mouthing from those who'd been slighted by her. The wavy haired woman's aura had a way of just...drawing you in. “<strong>I-uh, well that's...flattering, but I'm not trying to take up your time. Maybe some guidance, but direct tutoring and a schedule? That's...a lot, for not much.</strong>” She shrugged, trying to pass off the flattering offer as too much even though it was so very, very tempting. “<strong>...If I were being greedy; I'd probably want a guide and some...infrequent tutoring, I guess? Nothing too taxing. Whenever it suits us both, sort of thing...But only if that's-that's not too much, y'know?</strong>” She took a moment to break the shortbread apart with a fork, stabbing into a piece and bringing it to her lips, before turning the plate towards Nadine, offering her a bite to eat as well. It was only fair. She was taking the woman's time, so why not offer a snack in return?
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				Title: <strong>Re: W.I.T.C.H - School Grounds (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Levi</strong> on <strong>23-03-2021, 23:31:28</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>Monday, September 7th| Mid afternoon<br><strong>Location:</strong> Campus Park<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Vivian<br><strong>Notes:</strong><br><hr><br>"Just the girl I was looking for. I think I can spare a minute or two," Vivian responded to Innez's wave and jogged over. "A bit. I have a cousin who runs a flower boutique for weddings and stuff. What are you trying to do?" She asked. "So check this out!"<br>Innez excited brandishing the book with pride "Apparently you can scent smoke....." she paused before coughing and saying in a roguish manner "I don't know if you've heard yet but I can be a bit.....explosive and I was thinking it would make a nice change not to smell of burnt hair all the time! And imagine if I got it to work! The possibilities are endless!" she grinned mischievously at Vivian.<br><br>"So I'm looking for this rose&nbsp; but they all look alike is this even a strain of rose? Gras...minedntian? I bet it's made up! Stupid book" Innez handed the book to Vivian to take a closer look at. Innez waited a few moments to let the other witch take a look after all a second pair of eyes never hurt. Then she suddenly recalled what Vivian had said a moment before. "Did you say you were looking for me? Just now?" she asked randomly.
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				Title: <strong>Re: W.I.T.C.H - School Grounds (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Metraxa</strong> on <strong>25-03-2021, 04:59:43</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/ZYNmutg.jpg)</div><strong>Name: </strong>Vivian Langstrom<br><strong>Student ID: </strong> WTCH345-1176<br><strong>Area of Study:</strong> Hexology 101<br><strong>Date and Time:</strong> Monday, September 7th | Mid-Afternoon<br><strong>Location:</strong> Campus Park<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Closed | Mentioning Innez<br><strong>Notes:</strong> Plots for the future<br><hr>Reaching Innez, Vivian crouched next to her and eyed the book that was so eagerly being offered. She scanned the spell, noting the requirements and easier details while her companion explained what it actually did. It proved to be relatively mundane, if useful. "Scented smoke, huh. Alright then," she remarked succinctly. Well, if Innez wanted to not smell of arsenic and gunpowder all the time, more power to her.<br><br>"I had heard that, yeah," Vivian confirmed with a sharp nod. She wasn't sure what those 'endless possibilities' were, but perhaps it was better if she didn't know. A dismissive wave followed. "I don't know all the fancy names. I was never that into it. But I should be able to eyeball it." With that she took the book, glancing between it and the specimens Innez had gathered already to make sure that they were correct. Still,m what she was looking at here seemed to indicate that the type of flower didn't matter hat much. And it wasn't like Innez seemed the sort to care about what type of rose it smelled like so long as it did at all.<br><br>Before she could voice that belief, Innez returned to what she had mentioned earlier. Vivian was nothing if not adaptive, and she lowered the book before nodding. "I did, and I am," she confirmed with a grin. "I have a bit of a problem, and I need someone with your particular skillset to help solve it. If you're not too busy blowing up various things with flower scented smoke, that is." Hopefully this would work out. Her plot to upstage Alexis would be a lot more difficult otherwise. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: W.I.T.C.H - School Grounds (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wolfling72</strong> on <strong>25-03-2021, 13:34:25</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/uUNSGX6.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Nadine Laveau<br><strong>Student ID:</strong> XXX<br><strong>Area of Study:</strong> Thaumaturgical Instructor<br><strong>Date and Time:</strong> 9/8 | High Noon<br><strong>Location:</strong> On Campus Coffee Shop<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Helena Cross<br><strong>Notes:</strong> Would ya like to argue about this over coffee?<br><hr><br>Nadine watched as the young lady seated on the opposite side of the table pondered her words while nibbling on shortcake. The furrow which had formed between Helena's expressive eyes gave away much as to her state of mind and the professor worried that she had offered too much, possibly had given too many options. How to fix this? It didn't matter as soon enough the young woman made her own thoughts known and gave Nadine a place to start the negotiations. <br><br><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">"Miss Cross, I don't mean to be flattering. Instead, think of this as simply a way of narrowing down what it is you need to successfully complete the tasks you've appointed yourself. As a professor, I want the students I favor to succeed. Most purely theoretical classes are harder to gauge success in thus my offers."</span> Slender fingers tapped an uneasy tattoo against the rim of the saucer which held Helena's snack before she arched an eyebrow and queried, <span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">"You gonna cut me a piece so's I don't put my fingers all over your...food?"</span> <br><br>While she waited for a positive answer, Nadine turned her attention back to her drink and took a long sip. Her mind was ticking at what felt to be a million miles an hour as she wondered the best way to give the young woman the help she <strong>felt</strong> she needed. True, Nadine was busy between classes and other desires and duties, but it would be easy enough to fit the young woman into her schedule. Once a month wouldn't be difficult and a study guide would be even easier to accomplish once a baseline was established with concern to what Miss Cross already knew. A small frown marred full lips and turned her expression into something quite forbidding but it couldn't be helped. Helping her students was a serious calling and one Nadine did not wish to fail at.<br><br>Another sip and the cup was placed on the table as Nadine drew herself back to the here and now. <span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">"Here's my offer, a once-a-month meeting to go over what you've learned and refine what it is you should be studying. Possibly connect you with some young women who are rather advanced in my class as tutors with me as your final stop if they can't help."</span> A brisk nod, a bright smile. <span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">"The first meeting should be at the end of this month so that you have a chance to figure out more of what you need."</span> At that, dark eyes fixed on her companion. <span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">"Would this be acceptable?"</span><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: W.I.T.C.H - School Grounds (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pink Professional</strong> on <strong>25-03-2021, 19:06:12</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/Rt15vIB.png)</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>Tuesday, September 8th | High Noon<br><strong>Location:</strong> On Campus Coffee Shop<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Nadine | Closed<br><strong>Notes:</strong> Wearing a Chequered Dress (https://i.pinimg.com/236x/75/45/29/7545290c600dcc72fcdaafc582f86d6a.jpg), leggings, and a pair of knee-high boots. <br><hr> Helena caught it. That simple, singular turn of phrase that had her curious and cautious. 'Favoured'. Her head tilted almost imperceptibly as she tried to really examine the woman opposite her. She lacked Nadine's obvious experience in reading people, but that didn't stop her trying. The Mistress of Thaumaturgy was almost impossible to truly wrap her head around, so that just begged the question: Why was Helena supposedly favoured? What did Nadine see in her from barely mastered classes, and this clattering meeting in a coffee shop? Was she worthy?<br><br>That last one had the Black-haired witch blinking, and suddenly catching onto Nadine's request for a portion of offered shortbread to be cut. “<strong>Oh...Sorry. Of course.</strong>” She was elegent and precise with the knife, cutting a neat square of the cake and scooping it up with the fork before holding it out to Nadine. Helena saw the woman's face twist into a frown and almost pulled the snack back, but held steady and listened to the offer. <br><br>“<strong>That's...more than generous. Honestly, it seems like too much but I'll definitely take you up on the offer Ma'am...Miss Laveau?</strong>” She suddenly realised that this strange dynamic was equal parts casual and business. How should she address Nadine when she was going to be serving as the Witch's guide? “<strong>Can I at least give something back in return? I-I could help out with other classes, when I'm free? I'm free after lunch most Tuesdays, so I could be an assistant maybe? Help out, pick up some more wisdom through...just being there, pick up a coffee, help with a spell, that sorta thing?</strong>” In her eagerness to please, and her own state of building euphoria, Helena's face was growing ever more excitably perked up. The nervous energy was slowly melting away in the face of what seemed like a too-good-to-be-true offer, and the thought that she was somehow catching this woman's attention was flattering and emboldening in equally excitable measures. She sipped at her coffee to stop herself from beaming too much like a giddy schoolgirl. The sweetness had her shoulders slump and her body shudder with shameless delight, especially when combined with her unexpected 'victory'.
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				Title: <strong>Re: W.I.T.C.H - School Grounds (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PrincessBuggy</strong> on <strong>26-03-2021, 04:00:33</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/1/15/3b8fec26c8b88c515dcc25857e5fa966.jpg)</div><strong>Name: </strong> Amelia 'Mimi' Whately (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=330468.msg15785487#msg15785487)<br><strong>Student ID: </strong> WTCH303-1890<br><strong>Area of Study:</strong> History Witch<br><strong>Date and Time:</strong> Thursday, September 10th | After classes<br><strong>Location:</strong> School Bookstore<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Closed | Helena <br><strong>Notes:</strong> wearing (https://tse2.mm.bing.net/th?id=OIP.7yHtdCoIOLmfvhOURBQ01QHaKG&amp;pid=Api&amp;P=0&amp;w=300&amp;h=300)<br><hr><br>Amelia probably would not be so bold, no! But there were certainly times she thought it'd be a good idea, tempered only by whatever modicum of good judgement her hyperactive mind could occasionally dredge out of the stream of consciousness with a rickety, sus-looking fishing pole.<br><br>"Yeah, sometimes," she admitted obliquely, rolling her arm down to match Helena one-for-one with the side hug so designed to perfectly suffuse body heat through all the points of contact. "There are recipes but, I dunno. Somehow I feel more imprecise with some than with others." There was a smirk, and a distant glaze to her eye as Mimi's eyes breezed over the page Helena had her tome open too before it was unceremoniously shut with the finite sound of several hundred pages of dusty, ancient history. Unseeing of what she was trying to read. Perhaps she was also imagining those fey conjurations Helena had developed an acute dread of, but with a very different manner of context? Whatever she was visualizing it seemed to entertain in the way of schadenfreude- that grin to herself could have cut steel.<br><br>"I didn't quite get a fix on it-" understatement, "but if I remember correctly the folks from that era of history typically believed there were divine consequences for eschewing one's societally expected pantheon, right? Back in the days before the sorts of covens that would wander beyond the safe borders of society. But if they lived to tell the tale and write about it, their insights would be like... divergently parallel to those of their contemporaries." Wonder blossomed in the eye like the dance of fireflies. "It would be cool. Honestly I kind of just want to read this one over your shoulder."<br><br>It was mechanically possible! They'd already proven that they had similar read speeds, so the question of when to turn the page could be answered as a virtual psychic link between the two.<br><br>"Dig into it and figure out the mystery behind the lore, I guess." The one hand she had on the flank of Helena's waist stroked up and down. Platonically. Probably.
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				Title: <strong>Re: W.I.T.C.H - School Grounds (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pink Professional</strong> on <strong>26-03-2021, 09:43:28</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/6Mvy2bg.png)</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 10th | After Class<br><strong>Location:</strong> On-Site Bookstore<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Mimi | Closed<br><strong>Notes:</strong> Wearing (https://i.pinimg.com/564x/09/a8/a6/09a8a63ca0b99ae0788eb4a86b19c380.jpg), with a Sunhat.<br><br><hr><br>Helena could feel those small shifts: The change in their position, tightening the already strangled space between them to nothing as a line from their hips up to their shoulder formed to fuse the two women together. Both busty women were a little too close for anything but the most salubrious of comfort, and yet this had somehow evolved into a game. There was a sort of unspoken dare here. A game of chicken! Who would back down first? Who would surrender their position on the totem pole? Helena spotted Mimi's grin as the book was shut, and couldn't stop herself briefly licking the inside of her lips, imperceptibly running her tongue along the pink flesh of her mouth in...anticipation, maybe?<br><br>“<strong>Well, if we wanted to do that, we should probably go ahead and buy these tomes. As tempting as your offer is, I don't think the Owners would appreciate the two of us leaning over each other and reading a bunch of unpurchased books like this was some library.</strong>” Slowly she twirled around, pulling away from the game and being the first to flinch. Whether it was an innocent retreat, or whether she was retreating to stop the totally platonic petting, it was impossible to say. Helena's hand did find Mimi's though, fingers cupping around the other woman's hand and pulling her towards the till to purchase their gains. Helena settled on the one tome, for now. Maybe she'd come back later...maybe it would be another excuse to drag Mimi somewhere secluded and hog the attractive Sorority sister's attention all to herself. Her pinkie finger stroked along the side of Mimi's held hand, even as she pulled a purse from out of magical nowhere and started to count out notes for the shop keep. “<strong>Tell you what; If you need any help with Conjuration, I'll be there. If I need any help with Potions, I know who to call. Sounds like as good an excuse for a study date as I can think of.</strong>”
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				Title: <strong>Re: W.I.T.C.H - School Grounds (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wolfling72</strong> on <strong>27-03-2021, 01:00:11</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/uUNSGX6.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Nadine Laveau<br><strong>Student ID:</strong> XXX<br><strong>Area of Study:</strong> Thaumaturgical Instructor<br><strong>Date and Time:</strong> 9/8 | High Noon<br><strong>Location:</strong> On Campus Coffee Shop<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Helena Cross<br><strong>Notes:</strong> Would ya like to argue about this over coffee?<br><hr><br>Nadine allowed her lips to close over the proffered fork and sweet treat, a low moan of satisfaction released through closed lips as her dark eyes fluttered shut in blissed-out delight. There was nothing like being fed, no feeling that matched a beauty taking food and offering it to be savored. As the remainder of the sweet melted away, Nadine allowed her eyes to focus on the pretty girl, a small grin tucked into the corners of her mouth as she listened to Helena's counter offer.<br><br><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">"When we are in class it is always Professor Laveau. Outside of class, during punishments or meetings, I am always Miss Nadine, never Ma'am. Never Miss alone. That's rule number one. Will you be able to remember it?"</span> One dark eyebrow made its way skyward as she underlined the importance of proper protocol. <span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">"Certain young ladies call me Mama Laveau. I like it but they've had a long time to get used to me...and I to them."</span> She paused and continued to study the young lady,&nbsp; her tongue tip held in abeyance between sharp white teeth. With a shudder, she lifted her mug and finished her drink before continuing onward. <span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">"I do not mind if you'd like to come and assist me Tuesday afternoon, for at least one class.&nbsp; Seems to me that you have got an idea of what you require already. I just aim to make it a bit easier for you to get there."</span><br><br>With that, the cocoa-hued, older woman rose to her feet and allowed slender fingers to smooth her robes down over the width of her hips. <span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">"If you don't have one yet, I'd think you'd like to get yourself a planner. Pencil in the last Friday of every month for me, at least through Yule. I'd also get a notebook specifically for queries you can not find the answers to during the month. The first two months of this will give me a baseline on what you need, work-wise to make you feel confident in your knowledge."</span> With that, Nadine held out a hand for the other to take. <span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">"For the record, Miss Cross, I think you are worried for nothing. You just need a push."</span> With a quirky sort of smile, the professor continued. <span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">"Don't worry, pretty one. I'll give you loads."</span><br><br>With that (and if her hand was taken) Nadine sketched a small bow to her coffee companion and made ready to depart. Their twenty minutes was up and classes would be starting soon enough. <span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">"See you soon."</span> Then, she was gone, off to the next thing, a swing in her hips to draw the eye and a small smile on full lips to invite one in return. It had been a very good meeting.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: W.I.T.C.H - School Grounds (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PrincessBuggy</strong> on <strong>30-03-2021, 07:00:34</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/1/15/3b8fec26c8b88c515dcc25857e5fa966.jpg)</div><strong>Name: </strong> Amelia 'Mimi' Whately (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=330468.msg15785487#msg15785487)<br><strong>Student ID: </strong> WTCH303-1890<br><strong>Area of Study:</strong> History Witch<br><strong>Date and Time:</strong> Thursday, September 10th | After classes<br><strong>Location:</strong> School Bookstore<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Closed | Helena <br><strong>Notes:</strong> wearing (https://tse2.mm.bing.net/th?id=OIP.7yHtdCoIOLmfvhOURBQ01QHaKG&amp;pid=Api&amp;P=0&amp;w=300&amp;h=300)<br><hr><br>Mimi continued to vibe in place, the energy that surged in spurts of random access memory palpable through the warmth of her flesh. Much of it as they were joined by, given that neither of them had opted for sleeves that particular day. In Mimi's case she was a local, very much used to treating a gusty fall day with the same mindset as a balmy summer sun. <br><br>"Oh I dunno about that. I guess I've never liked buying a book until I've already read it front to back at least once." She tossed a glance off each of the walls around them, waiting for an employee to emerge from the generic crowds of post-teenage pre-adulthood students. Indeed, Mimi seemed to be quick to abandon her chosen tome to the shelves as she was dragged along in Helena's wake. A particular idiosyncrasy that made sense as part of a whole: Mimi probably hadn't come here to actually buy in the first place.<br><br>So she <em>had </em>come here for other reasons, namely the ones she was busily wrapping fingers together with. Mimi also finding a way to put a hand extra on her friend's shoulder, bounding along behind her with the same momentum of a rider atop their horse. <br><br>"No excuses needed! Have you ever had, like, one of those moments where you're with someone who knows what they fuck they're doing and you don't, so you're kind of just standing around watching them and participating in a super passive spiritual kinda way?" Breath, Mimi, <em>breathe</em>. "I love moments like that. I wouldn't mind just watching you get it on."
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				Title: <strong>Re: W.I.T.C.H - School Grounds (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pink Professional</strong> on <strong>30-03-2021, 14:58:36</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/Rt15vIB.png)</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>Tuesday, September 8th | High Noon<br><strong>Location:</strong> On Campus Coffee Shop<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Nadine | Closed<br><strong>Notes:</strong> Wearing a Chequered Dress (https://i.pinimg.com/236x/75/45/29/7545290c600dcc72fcdaafc582f86d6a.jpg), leggings, and a pair of knee-high boots. Scene End~<br><hr>Hearing Nadine's delighted little grumble of delight made the Witch suddenly glad they were sat down, her knees briefly weakened at the moan of sultry-sounding delight. There was something so intimate in the moment, it was almost impossible to put to words. The act of giving freely, the utmost acceptance and the wordless thanks...It was gratifying and rewarding and it almost made her miss the grin that came to answer her counter-offer of playing assistant.<br><br>Helena let Nadine took, and then took the offered hand with perhaps a little more over-exuberance than she should have. It was exciting to be chosen and to be told you were worthy of both the attention and the confidence of someone who had been doing this for a long time. “<strong>I'll happily set those Fridays aside for you, and it'll be a delight to help out on Tuesdays, Miss Nadine.</strong>” She said, letting the last pair of words flow off of her tongue in a sort of testing, tasting way. It flowed nicely enough, and had her smiling briefly before she realised she still had plenty to do. She opened her mouth to speak as Nadine carried on, her complimentary words kept catching Helena flat-footed, as did her rather shameless flirting near the end. It made Helena want to blush, but she kept her nerve in a vainglorious attempt not to seem overeager, or dorky. Each time Nadine paused, whether to drink, or adjust herself, Helena kept trying to muster up the nerve to say something else. Ask more questions, or offer more suggestions that might ingratiate herself...She didn't feel worthy of the time offered, but here she was. Best way to prove herself wrong on the sense of self-doubt was to make that time worthwhile, and ask many questions, right? She should ask more questions. She should say more things. She should...She should...<br><br>Questions in her throat seemed to fizzle into nothingness as Nadine made it clear it was time to part. It made sense, of course, but something was hungry in Helena's soul, and Nadine was a veritable feast...of knowledge, of course. She wanted to say something witty and startling that would make the teacher want to stay and talk more, but then she just...didn't. That wasn't her style, and to try and present herself in that way would be a facetious lie. Instead, she politely bowed her head, let her smile soften into something gentle and pleasant, and she gave a more reserved retort. “<strong>I'm looking forward to it Miss Nadine.</strong>” There was no lie in her voice, and what had started with a bump and some terror had left with Helena gaining a new contact, and a rather lovely view of Nadine's swishing hips as she left for class.<br><br>Briefly, a thought clung in her head. Today was Tuesday...Was she meant to turn up to today's class as an assistant? Surely if that was what Nadine had meant she'd have asked her to accompany the woman, or said something about it. If she didn't show up, would she be a flake? If she <em>did</em> show up, and that wasn't what she meant, would she look desperate? <br><br>Oh Hells...
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				Title: <strong>Re: W.I.T.C.H - School Grounds (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pink Professional</strong> on <strong>30-03-2021, 17:01:19</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/6Mvy2bg.png)</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 10th | After Class<br><strong>Location:</strong> On-Site Bookstore -&gt; On Campus, Under a Tree.<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Mimi | Closed<br><strong>Notes:</strong> Wearing (https://i.pinimg.com/564x/09/a8/a6/09a8a63ca0b99ae0788eb4a86b19c380.jpg), with a Sunhat.<br><br><hr><br>Mimi's comment about not purchasing a book she hadn't already browsed through caught Helena off guard. All of the talk about adventure and risk seemed so at odds with that comment, and so did the fact she'd somehow ended up here. It took her a moment to realise the truth, and that moment of realisation came as a second hand touched on her shoulder. If it disturbed, or annoyed, or flustered Helena, it didn't show as her fingers laced deeper in their grasp of Mimi's own. Sudden realisation just made her more possessive, and more keen to keep a grasp of the girl who'd come to a book store in search of a different kind of story.<br><br>“<strong>There's something wonderful about watching someone who is good at something perform.</strong>” She said, agreeing with Mimi's latter words while she finished paying off the total of her text. The woman behind the counter gave a smile to the pair, although it was mostly that sort of practiced service-sector smile that was half 'Please carry on with your day somewhere else.' and half 'Kill me, I'm so done with this place.' Hoping to abide by that poor shop clerk's wishes, and perhaps with an overture of getting Mimi somewhere else, she started to lead the pair outside the Bookstore, and onto the campus grounds. “<strong>I'll try my best to perform for you; as long as you return the favour. Just make sure I know what's in the potions before asking me to play guinae pig. I've had enough Potion-based shenanigans in the last fortnight.</strong>”<br><br>A few minutes of walking had the pair chatting idly while Helena led them...somewhere. Instinct and gut eventually had Helena pull the pair towards a tree on the campus a little off the beaten path. It was a nice enough day, an with it being mid-afternoon and there not having been much rain today, she thought it'd be an excellent spot. When they got there, Helena quickly pulled out a tiny piece of cloth and threw it into the air. A couple of mutterings later and the cloth, which Helena had pre-inscribed with a few different runic sigils and magical writings, exploded outwards and expanded into a full-on Picnic blanket, which set itself fully on the ground in the shade of the tree. She released Mimi's hand, uncurling their fingers so that she could take a seat first, and she pat the spot next to her as she opened up the esoteric tome she'd plucked from the bookshop. “<strong>You wanted to read some, right?</strong>” It was about as open an invitation as Helena could offer without going into the depths of scandal and smuttery. She wanted Mimi to curl in close, to lean her head on her shoulder, to breathe against her ear, and along her neck. She wanted Mimi <em>right there</em> where it was basically just the two of them. Others might glance there way, but as long as they didn't strip naked and start to fuck each other, they'd just glance and walk away. Plus, at this academy, would anyone even be surprised to see two witches fucking under a tree in the twilight hours of the afternoon?
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				Title: <strong>Re: W.I.T.C.H - School Grounds (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AribethAmkiir</strong> on <strong>08-04-2021, 23:40:03</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/Qcw85qy.jpg)</div><strong>Name: </strong> Cassandra "Cassie" Blair<br><strong>Student ID: </strong> WTCH101-2451<br><strong>Area of Study:</strong> Cauldronary Arts<br><strong>Date and Time:</strong> Tuesday September 8th&nbsp; |&nbsp; After classes, 3:30 ish?<br><strong>Location:</strong> School Swimming Pool<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Dori, Open<br><strong>Notes:</strong> Nothing yet... but, who knows, maybe another baby Kraken will manifest!?<br><hr>She missed the sunny days of Colorado, where one could just go skinny dipping in the great big lake in the Maroon Bells, or swim normally at city rec center.&nbsp; Course, she hadn't been allowed to do either, as much as she wanted, this last summer.&nbsp; In fact, she'd barely had any free time at all.&nbsp; Between her grandmother and mother and the extra amounts of schoolwork they'd both heaped upon her, she'd had a very very boring summer break.&nbsp; In fact, this last week had been the most fun she'd experienced in months.&nbsp; If they knew she was skipping a study session to go swimming, they'd likely hex her.<br><br>She smirked.&nbsp; What they didn't know, wouldn't hurt her.<br><br>She found her way into the locker room, selected a place to stow her clothes and backpack, and then quickly changed into her two piece swimsuit.&nbsp; It wasn't as sexy as she would've liked, as it was designed for actual swimming.&nbsp; Still, it was cute and left her midriff bare.&nbsp; She cringed at the lack of a tan.&nbsp; <br><br><em>Not that swimming inside was going to improve that.</em>&nbsp; <br><br>The optimist in her focused on the positives.&nbsp; Her skin was smooth and unblemished, and offered a hint of muscle tone that she thought was appealing.&nbsp; The pink and green bottoms hugged her butt, and if she bent just right she could provide any onlooker with a blood pressure raising display.&nbsp; The top, however, was pretty much a loss.&nbsp; It had large thick straps, came up high on her neck, and didn't allow for any cleavage.&nbsp; She pursed her lips and pondered an alteration spell, but after the mishaps in the Hexology class the other day, she decided against it.&nbsp; After all, if she somehow made the top disappear or burst into fire, then she wouldn't be able to swim at all.&nbsp; &nbsp;At least it cupped her breasts firmly, and while they weren't as marvelous as some of the other GRL sisters, they weren't easy to hide.<br><br>On a whim she tied her pink hair into a set of pigtails.&nbsp; As satisfied with her look as she was going to get, she returned to her bag, removed a vial of orange liquid, glanced about to make sure no one was watching, and took a swing.&nbsp; Mmmm... banana cream pie.&nbsp; Yum!&nbsp; She then quickly returned the vial to her bag, made sure her locker was in fact locked, and exited the changing room toward the pool.<br><br>As she walked around the large lap pool, she could already feel the tonic taking effect.&nbsp; She would need to eat hearty this evening or else she'd wake-up skin and bones tomorrow; like literally.&nbsp; The little elixir had been a Blair family recipe, and was the perfect thing to keep the Freshman fifteen away.&nbsp; It only required a fraction of the exercise it'd normally take, and it tasted like banana cream pie.&nbsp; At least, her version did.<br><br>There weren't many students in the water, and even fewer along the side.&nbsp; It was probably earmarked for the swim team, she thought.&nbsp; Though, when she had inquired at the front desk she'd been assured it was open to all current students.&nbsp; She shrugged, placed her towel at the end of an empty lane, plugged her nose, and then gracefully jumped in.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>The water was a bit cold, but her body soon adjusted.&nbsp; She pursed her lips as she clung to the nearby wall.&nbsp; Maybe she should buy a swim cap?&nbsp; It seemed almost all the other people wore one.&nbsp; Though, they might actually be athletes, she thought.&nbsp; Another shrug.&nbsp; She liked the way her pink hair trailed behind her like the tail of a kite or a really long ribbon on a sparkly wrapped present.<br><br>Well, this wasn't exactly fun, but looking super sexy was, and if she didn't start some sort of exercise then the concoction was going to eat away her cute butt and ample chest.&nbsp; Then, she would never get a boyfriend, or girlfriend, or significant other, or get laid, unless it was a pity lay, and then it would be bad, unless it was unexpectedly good, but then maybe it'd only be the potion making her think it was good, and she would actually be a really bad lay?&nbsp; Yeah... crawl stroke.&nbsp; Now!<br><br>Goggles would've also been a really good idea, she scolded herself after she had gone back and forth a few times.&nbsp; The chlorine was already burning, but every time she closed her eyes she drifted into the floaty-rope thingies.&nbsp; So open eyes and burning sensation.&nbsp; Just remember, you'll keep the weight off.&nbsp; She wondered whose turn it was to cook that night, and hoped it was as tasty as Prue's or her own.
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				Title: <strong>Re: W.I.T.C.H - School Grounds (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Crash</strong> on <strong>12-04-2021, 02:19:18</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/1/18/105d1749761f4dd811dcb6dbbcf6b538.jpg)</div><strong>Name: </strong> Dorothy “Dori” Blayne (She/Her)<br><strong>Student ID: </strong> WTCH101-1469<br><strong>Age/Year: </strong> 18 / Freshman<br><strong>Area of Study:</strong> Hexology 101<br><strong>Date and Time:</strong> Tuesday September 8th&nbsp; | <br>After classes, 3:30 ish<br><strong>Location:</strong> School Swimming Pool<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Dark Blue One-Piece (https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iQhlDYYvDBw/WWiR_IAMh1I/AAAAAAAAH5w/EaXxWjqhsRsSmE3BJTstPHgduPQYaJU3ACLcBGAs/s1600/Blue-Reflection_2017_02-13-17_017.jpg)<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Cassie, OPEN<br><hr>The pool looked almost good as new considering a baby Kraken had smashed it up pretty good the day before. Having professors that new magic sure was handy.&nbsp; There were still some signs of damage.&nbsp; Some tiles were missing on the west side of the pool, and the area was cordoned off.&nbsp; A twisted pile of metal that used to be bleachers was on the north end and some distinct sucker marks on the walls. Still, the building was structurally sound and the pool open, so Dori was in it.&nbsp; <br><br>Dori was not a hard girl to find if you wanted to find her.&nbsp; When she wasn't in class, the sorority house, or studying in the library, she was at the pool.&nbsp; The draw of water was in her DNA.&nbsp; The Deep One's blood was a few generations back in her family.&nbsp; It was the reason her family was treated as second-class citizens in Innsmouth.&nbsp; Her family no longer produced the clearly inhuman hybrids the founding families so adored. <br><br>Other than her slightly large eyes, which came off as expressive and not googly, a second pair of eyelids and the barely noticeable gills on her neck, Dori's ancestry appeared positively mundane.&nbsp; Still, the pull to be immersed in water was just a part of her. A part of her that she actually liked.&nbsp; <br><br>Dori had been doing laps when Cassie arrived and didn't know she was in the lane next to her while she swam. It wasn't until Cassie bumped up against the ropes and almost into her twice that she finally took notice of her classmate.&nbsp; She looked pretty adorable in her two-piece bikini, her pink pigtails streaming along behind her when a stroke submerged them.&nbsp; <br><br>Dori wasn't one to intrude on others, but she had the sudden desire to have a little fun with her sorority sister. She worked to ease herself into a pace that matched Cassie's.&nbsp; When Dori was as sure as she could be of Cassie's slightly meandering path, Dori dove down. She twisted her frame, so she was swimming upside-down and under her, wondering how long it would take before Cassie realized she was there.&nbsp; When they were well across the pool and Cassie was still unaware, Dori swam ahead quickly, a streak of blue suit and dusky skin, and she popped up right in front of Cassie.<br><br>"Baby Kraken!" She cried, her arms wide as if to grab her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: W.I.T.C.H - School Grounds (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AribethAmkiir</strong> on <strong>12-04-2021, 09:45:21</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/Qcw85qy.jpg)</div><strong>Name: </strong> Cassandra "Cassie" Blair<br><strong>Student ID: </strong> WTCH101-2451<br><strong>Area of Study:</strong> Cauldronary Arts<br><strong>Date and Time:</strong> Tuesday September 8th&nbsp; |&nbsp; After classes, 3:30 ish?<br><strong>Location:</strong> School Swimming Pool<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Dori, Open<br><strong>Notes:</strong> I did.&nbsp; I did see a Baby Kraken shaped Dori!<br><hr>Her eyes were burning.&nbsp; She was concentrating on her breathing and her stroke to ignore the discomfort.&nbsp; Breath.&nbsp; One, two, thee four.&nbsp; Turn.&nbsp; Breath.&nbsp; Repeat.&nbsp; Every eight stroke, or so, she forced her eyes to open, gained her bearings, and then squeezed them shut once more.&nbsp; <br><br>She didn't notice Dori beside her.&nbsp; Would'v thought she was imagining things if she saw Dori beneath her, and sure didn't see the blue skinned minx surface in front of her.&nbsp; The last lead to a costly mistake which resulted in her barreling directly into her Sorority sister.&nbsp; After the sudden impact, Cassie surfaced and recoiled, wiped the water from her eyes and gave Dori a dumbfounded and confused look.<br><br><strong>"Wha... how... Dori?"</strong> she got out before her mouth sunk below the water and she got a lung full.&nbsp; <br><br>Her eyes widened even more in surprise, as she began to reflexively and violently cough.&nbsp; The energy it suddenly took caused her to flounder, despite being a solid swimmer.&nbsp; Frantic slaps splashed water onto them both until she found the floaty rope thingy, pulled herself to it, and clung to it as she continued to hack up a lung.
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				Title: <strong>Re: W.I.T.C.H - School Grounds (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Crash</strong> on <strong>13-04-2021, 22:57:31</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/1/18/105d1749761f4dd811dcb6dbbcf6b538.jpg)</div><strong>Name: </strong> Dorothy “Dori” Blayne (She/Her)<br><strong>Student ID: </strong> WTCH101-1469<br><strong>Age/Year: </strong> 18 / Freshman<br><strong>Area of Study:</strong> Hexology 101<br><strong>Date and Time:</strong> Tuesday September 8th&nbsp; |&nbsp; After classes, 3:30 ish<br><strong>Location:</strong> School Swimming Pool<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> &nbsp;(https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iQhlDYYvDBw/WWiR_IAMh1I/AAAAAAAAH5w/EaXxWjqhsRsSmE3BJTstPHgduPQYaJU3ACLcBGAs/s1600/Blue-Reflection_2017_02-13-17_017.jpgDark Blue One-Piece[/img)<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Cassie, OPEN<br><hr>Dori’s Kraken cry certainly got some odd and startled looks from the few people near the pool.&nbsp; Perhaps it has not been so wise to yell “Baby Kraken” so soon after the pool area had been damaged by an actual baby Kraken, but Dori was not given any amount of time to contemplate the wisdom or lack thereof of her actions because Cassie barreled right into her midsection and sent her splashing back into the water. <br>Somewhat braced for the impact it still caused her to founder for a moment.&nbsp; She was not entirely sure if the water splashing her face was from her own flailing or Cassie’s but she was too busy giggling to figure it out.&nbsp; It wasn’t until she saw Cassie sputtering and coughing that the mirthfulness drained from her face and she swam over to help her sorority sister to the floaty ropes.<br><br>“Oh gosh.&nbsp; Sorrysorrysorry,” she apologized profusely and started patting Cassie on the back as she clung to the rope with her other hand.&nbsp; Had she not been so concerned she might have been a little embarrassed as to how her bare legs brushed against Cassie’s under the water.&nbsp; If the coughed died down her hand would remain against Cassie’s back and gently rub it.<br><br>“Geez.&nbsp; I thought it would be…I didn’t mean…Ohhh.&nbsp; I always messed these things up.” She was floundering with words the way Cassie had been floundering in the water and wondered if it she shouldn’t just sink under the surface and swim down to a corner of the pool where she could die in embarrassment without anyone watching her.<br><br>“Are you okay?” She asked softly with more than a little guilt lacing her words.&nbsp; <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: W.I.T.C.H - School Grounds (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AribethAmkiir</strong> on <strong>13-04-2021, 23:20:03</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/Qcw85qy.jpg)</div><strong>Name: </strong> Cassandra "Cassie" Blair<br><strong>Student ID: </strong> WTCH101-2451<br><strong>Area of Study:</strong> Cauldronary Arts<br><strong>Date and Time:</strong> Tuesday September 8th&nbsp; |&nbsp; After classes, 3:30 ish?<br><strong>Location:</strong> School Swimming Pool<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Dori, Open<br><strong>Notes:</strong> You get embarrassed, and you get embarrassed.&nbsp; Embarrassment for everyone!<br><hr>The pink haired girl simply nodded to Dori's question.&nbsp; Tears leaked from her eyes from the force of the coughs, and mixed with pool water.&nbsp; She hugged the rope for a minute more.&nbsp; Her lungs and throat were on fire from the small gulp of chlorinated water.&nbsp; She wasn't even aware that her bare legs were brushing against Dori's.&nbsp; Her cheeks were flushed red.<br><br><em>Gah, how many people were watching her.&nbsp; Likely wondered if she'd ever swam before.</em><br><br>She tried a laugh, but it made the coughs return, so she refrained.&nbsp; <strong>"Where'd you come from?</strong>&nbsp; A smile on her lips showed there were no hard feelings.&nbsp; She then recalled how she'd bumped into her Sorority sister.&nbsp; <strong>"I didn't hurt you?"</strong>&nbsp; <br><br>With her body quickly recovering, she turned to face the purple beauty.&nbsp; <strong>"I'm sorry,"</strong> she said as she looked at the pretty face in front of her.&nbsp; <strong>"I forgot my goggles.&nbsp; Not sure I brought a pair to college with me.&nbsp; I need to find some, or buy some.&nbsp; Anyway, the pool has too much chlorine in it and my eyes were burning, so I wasn't looking, and I didn't know you were there until I bumped into you.&nbsp; If I'd know I would've tried to stop.&nbsp; You're not as hard as the wall, so it didn't hurt.&nbsp; But it startled me.&nbsp; Then I tried to talk without paddling, and then..."</strong>&nbsp; She looked around.&nbsp; <strong>"Are people staring at us?"</strong>&nbsp; She sucked in both of her lips and the blush of her cheeks intensified.<br><br>She half expected a lifeguard or some other authority figure to start blowing a whistle and tell them they had to get out.&nbsp; <br><br><strong>"You okay?"</strong> she asked in a hushed tone.
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				Title: <strong>Re: W.I.T.C.H - School Grounds (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Crash</strong> on <strong>27-04-2021, 22:41:18</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/1/18/105d1749761f4dd811dcb6dbbcf6b538.jpg)</div><strong>Name: </strong> Dorothy “Dori” Blayne (She/Her)<br><strong>Student ID: </strong> WTCH101-1469<br><strong>Age/Year: </strong> 18 / Freshman<br><strong>Area of Study:</strong> Hexology 101<br><strong>Date and Time:</strong> Tuesday September 8th&nbsp; |&nbsp; After classes, 3:30 ish<br><strong>Location:</strong> School Swimming Pool<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> &nbsp;(https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iQhlDYYvDBw/WWiR_IAMh1I/AAAAAAAAH5w/EaXxWjqhsRsSmE3BJTstPHgduPQYaJU3ACLcBGAs/s1600/Blue-Reflection_2017_02-13-17_017.jpgDark Blue One-Piece[/img)<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Cassie, OPEN<br><hr>Dori felt really bad now.&nbsp; She had meant for it to be a relatively harmless and possibly flirty little joke, but obviously had not thought it through very well and now Cassie was sputtering and coughing.&nbsp; When Cassie leaned over the ropes Dori patted her back trying to help Cassie get any remaining water out.&nbsp; As the coughing fit subsided her hand went from patting to gently rubbing between Cassie’s shoulder blades.&nbsp; It wouldn’t be until Cassie turned towards her in the water that she let the hand slip away and gently sway back and forth in the water while her legs languidly swished back and forth to keep her afloat and buoyant.<br><br>“No, no, no. I am perfectly fine,” she said brushing off the bump Cassie had given her.&nbsp; Dori was a shorter girl with wider than average hips.&nbsp; She was surprisingly solid with just the right amount of cushion.&nbsp; Well, she thought she had just the right amount.&nbsp; She would never be slender or skinny.&nbsp; Her frame just wasn’t built that way.<br><br>“It’s totally my fault.&nbsp; I thought it would be funny to surprise you and pretend I was a baby kraken and…It was dumb.&nbsp; I am sorry.” She finished much more softly than when she started.&nbsp; Dori leaned up against the ropes now where Cassie hugged them.&nbsp; The less of a spectacle they were the more those few people at the pool paid them any attention. Dori leaned a bit, her shoulder brushing Cassie’s, and she quietly reiterated her apology.<br><br>“Sorry.”&nbsp; For a moment she had no idea what to say.&nbsp; Dori was not good at conversation when she was embarrassed so she glommed on to something Cassie has said.<br>“I think they went a little overboard with the cleaning after the whole Kraken thing.&nbsp; I think I have another pair of goggles if you want to borrow them?” She offered as they swished under the water her hip bumping Cassie’s.&nbsp; <br><br>“Oops.” She said at the sensation, but didn’t want to move away just yet and didn’t mind being so close to her sorority sister. Closeness had been fleeting for Dori growing up.&nbsp; Her parents weren’t the touchy-feely hugging types, but her sorority sisters seemed to offer it with ease and she found she desired it.&nbsp; It was something she was still figuring out about herself.<br>
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