Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25686329-20141220234720/@comment-25686329-20141227002843

Lemmy wasn't sure what to think of her outfit. She would have enjoyed seeing it on someone else, but wearing it was something else entirely.

Whatever the heck was on her legs (it seemed unsure of whether to be shorts or yoga pants) was uncomfortablly snug, don't even get her started on the top.

But, she had arrived alive so she... had that going for her.

She felt a squeeze on her rump and yelped. It was Penny again.

"Stop doing that!" Lemmy ordered. "It's weird. Just because this spell's infected us doesn't give you an excuse to be a perv..."

"Can't help myself." Penny replied unapologetically.

"It will hurt no less when I bite your hand off in this form." Lemmy returned, her occasional barbarian nature starting to show through.

That was when SHE showed up.

She had bright, neat strawberry-blonde hair, and a face that resonated a keen intellect, but the eyes danced with a love of trouble. It was a middle point between what passed for hot and a sort of appearance and demeanour that  announced sophistication and self-righteousness.

Holy Spell, that was Sob Worthington. ((Appearnce inspired by Ellary Portfeild, btw))

She spoke. "Sophie Olivia Beckavaria Worthington, at your service!" she said firmly, givinng a flourish of hand and a bow after smoothing her hair." I wonder what we're doing in this class... given the circumstances."