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[color=f14a83]Location:[/color] Strange Academy entrance to Haven
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[color=f14a83]Skills:[/color] N/A
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Finley liked Haven. They enjoyed dressing up in fun outfits; however, they struggled more with masculine outfits than with feminine ones. There was just so much cuter stuff for female forms. While she could manipulate the outfit to fit their masculine form too, boobs were great. Later, they’d shed the female face for their more masculine one, because they knew how much Barty liked it. For now, though, they were going to be a cute girl. 

[color=f14a83]”Hello, Cassiopeia. It is a pleasure to meet you.”[/color] Finley smiled brightly. Their eyes wandered up and down Cassie. She was cute, young, and impressionable. Her eyes showed how naive she really was. 

[color=f14a83]”This outfit is so delightful to wear.”[/color] Finley confessed to her. [color=f14a83]”Your outfit is perfect. You too look wonderful.”[/color] Fin returned the compliment. [color=f14a83]”As do you, Cal.”[/color] Finley’s grin changed a little, this one more primal. [color=f14a83]”I am sure that we shall muddle our way through the semester. Maybe even learn something interesting.”[/color] 

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[color=D8BFD8]Location:[/color] Strange Academy entrance to Haven
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[url=https://i.imgur.com/0UAQYSn.png]Haven Fit Check[/url]
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Connie had told Willow that her outfit was fine. She had still changed her clothes. Wanting to wear something that was ‘club’ appropriate. She had once worn something she considered modest, but in the end it had attracted more attention than she wanted. If she at least looked like she belonged in a club, she was less likely to get looks. Not that anyone ever made any advances that were actually aggressive or made her feel unsafe. Haven was...well, a Haven. She could drink her mocktails in peace. Nicholas had made sure of that. 

Connie had made sure her roommates, who were both new, made it to the entrance to Haven. Once Connie had spotted either Rohan or Franklin, she’d make a beeline for them, standing near her friends. [color=D8BFD8]"Good covens, good roommates?”[/color] She asked, as they waited to move from the receiving area into Haven. If either of her roommates followed her, she would politely introduce them.