[center][h1][color=9990ff]Iris Aderast[/color][/h1][/center]

Sister Lark knew how to make pancakes, that’s for damn sure, Iris lost track of the song that playing through her earbuds when she was staring out the window, no doubt lost in thinking about something; Her plate was cleaned off already, and she was just sitting around doing nothing. She was actually still blinking off sleep from last night, Iris spent quite a few nights out there, picking up leaves and brush and rocks for golems, and gathering things for potions...wait a minute, potions. A light bulb perked up in her head. It was what? 8am? Surely Deborah wouldn’t come and snatch them at this hour, she got up and scurried off the the potion room on the other end of the house, lazily stuffing her earbuds down the chest pocket of her coat she weirdly slept in.

After a short walk down the mostly empty halls, Iris was at the potion room with a big black book in one arm, and Corvus on her shoulder. That book was her golem book, on it were various alchemical charms consisting of glass, herbs of the supernaturally repulsive persuasions, and, unbecoming of her, dried garlic. Her book would be used against the coven in the wrong hands, so Iris believed this would be a good idea. Stepping into the lofty lab, she quickly outstretched an arm along the old shelves so Corvus could hop into them. Numerous labels along the shelves, distilleries and other doohickeys few witches actually cared for the names of were in the well lit room. [color=9990ff]”Corvus, bring me Carandrella, 120%, 5 milligrams, red bottle.”[/color] Iris told the tiny wooden creature, which was only six inches tall in a loud voice, unaware of anyone else. Corvus quickly scurried along to find the bottle of highly energy-dense, but damn near psychoactive mushroom oil she was going to need. Iris glides across the room and stopped at a workstation, flipping to a bookmarked page with an oddly humanoid figure vaguely depicted on a lineless page with alchemy circles on it. Hopefully Corvus didn’t drop a vial of shroom juice that could drop a rhino in two seconds before he actually brought it to Iris....

[color=9990ff]”Hmm, that one didn’t work...Elicara didn’t work either...that one made napalm- oh, hey Rowan.”[/color] How long was she existing there? While Corvus meandered past the other girl for a vial of highly concentrated and toxic oil, likely across the room. She didn’t pay much kind to Cass, since she didn’t exactly know her, surely they wouldn’t be thrown into panic by what they heard? Right? [color=9990ff]”I didn’t see you two there, what’s up?”[/color] Iris was lazily teaching for an empty glass to mix some stuff, she looked liked she dragged herself out of bed, her hair was in a messy stream down her back and shoulders and her clothes were wrinkles. She probably needed a shower too, actually..

[@blackdragon][@Jumbus]

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[center][h1][color=Cyan]Isolde Morden[/color][/h1][/center]

Morning had come and Isolde was still asleep, in a hammock, oddly enough. Isolde was used to living and traveling through very mountainous land, so she packed stuff for this; her backpack was hooked onto a tree branch with her staff resting across the straps, while she slept a in a large hammock a few feet high. She set it up last night shortly after most of her new witchmates had already went to bed. Isolde spent half an hour just staring at the clouds wide awake without actually getting up, she wasn’t really in gear to get up and move until she got bored of watching the not so thundery sky; Swinging herself around and into her feet, Isolde spent the next few minutes taking down her hammock and wrapping it up in her bag. She was the walking into the house to eat with the occasional [i]tink[/i] of her staff hitting the ground. It was a lovely day indeed.

Walking into the house for the first time, Isolde took note of a board which listed the names of who was staying where. Isolde’s name was with to other girls, that was pleasant. She kept her bag on as she made her way into the seemingly paranormally maintained kitchen for some pancakes. A stacked plate, and some stretching of knitted muscles from her journey down the mountain later, Isolde scurried upstairs to try and find her exact room, the halls were quiet, as most of the witches were eating still. Isolde, in her mountain trekking get up of backpack and staff on her person, looked like she just arrived to minutes ago. Her inky long hair was a mess and she would love a good shower right about now. The house looked nice. But Isolde was lost.

It wasn’t until she could hear a couple of people taking that she would get help, she meandered down the hall to see a couple of girls, a blonde and a redhead in a rather...captivating outfit...She knocked on the open door daintily to announce her presence to the two. [color=cyan]”Excuse me, I’m a little lost, I’m trying to find room three. Would either of you two know where that is?”[/color] She asked politely standing in the doorway with her staff in hand, it was glaringly obvious that she was one of the newer witches that didn’t live her 24/7.

[@Danvers][@Melissa]