Recent content by Lorelai Gates

Lorelai may have accepted her roommates invitation to study in the library, but that was hardly what she was doing. She was busy trying to make potions labels, bent over her drawings. She was working carefully with her tongue stuck out, keeping her pencil strokes slow and even. "Becauuuse," She...

Lorelai tilted her head to the side, considering his answer. "Okay," She agreed. "Let's go. I'll grab some stuff and meet you there?" She asked, giving him her brightest smile. "The student lounge or the library?" She asked, taking a step back. She kept her eyes on him, wanting to get his...

Lorelai continued to chatter, pulling over her own paper and making a nice design that she thought fit Enoch. She saw him in shades of green, brown, red- earthy. She considered a few options, before adding in a few turtles, some coconuts. Maybe a tropical island? No, the colors weren't bright...

Lorelai shook her head. "I'm not going to the dance," She replied, deciding in that moment. "I'd rather hang out with you," She offered, skipping over to be next to him. "Want to raid the kitchen maybe? Go up to the towers and see the stars? Something?" She gave him a few ideas, waiting to see...

Lorelai was blissfully ignorant- which she was doing on purpose right now, sure he needed friends but was just too stubborn to give in. She kept chattering, not minding how he'd pulled away. "I think about a career making potion labels sometimes- really fun, creative ones, with the ingredients...

Lorelai smiled, accepting the hand and letting him pull her up to her feet. "You're welcome!" She countered brightly, not minding. "It's okay- I was just happy to give you one," She reassured him, trying to keep his hand longer than he probably intended. "Did you like it?" She asked, looking up...

Lorelai paused on one foot, wobbling for balance. She looked up with wide eyes, just before she lost herself and fell onto her bum. She landed with a quiet 'oof'. After a split second she giggled, folding her legs and putting her hands in her lap. "Hi Enoch!" She greeted. "What's up?"

Lorelai had decided in her pajamas to go down to the dance just to go get herself some snacks. She skipped down the stairs, humming an old rhyme to herself as she bounced from step to step. She continued the game across the common room, tiking wide steps until she finally made it out of the...

Lorelai smiled brightly. "Nice to meet you, Finley! How are your deliveries going?" She asked, thinking it was just good manners to try and talk.

Lorelai smiled at the boy, and took the rose. She was a little surprised to get one. A part of her hoped it was from Enoch. She had been working hard to make him her friend and she was hoping she'd made some progress. She peeked at the note and smiled, pleased that she got one from Rosalind. She...

Lorelai was sitting by herself, she'd finished eating and now she was just doodling in her sketchbook. She heard someone calling for her. She looked up, raising a hand. "I'm right here," She called to the boy, trying to get his attention.

Lorelai lit up, completely forgetting everything she'd originally come by for. "Ooh, you're into potions?" She asked, leaning in to try and peek at his work. "Aren't they fun? It's almost like cooking," She confided with a conspiratory whisper, though she doubted it was an original thought. She...

Lorelai lit up when she spotted Enoch. "You look amazing," She told him in way of greeting, laughing and moving over to try and slip her hand into the crook of his arm. "And don't be silly. You're my friend, that makes me happy." She reassured him. "Let's go dance."

Lorelai had decided that as Enochs friend she needed to drag him to the Yule Ball and get him to dance. She'd dressed up, but not dressed up, going for cute and casual over the really fancy looks most everyone else seemed to have chosen. She swayed to the music near the door, humming along and...

Lorelai laughed, not phased by his crankiness "To be friends, silly," She countered, propping her chin in her hand. "What are you working on?" She asked, trying to peek at his books. He did always seem to be working on something, and it made her curious what could hold so much of his interest.