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As her dorm room was almost unpacked, the few (7) remaining boxes scattered around in various corners of the room, Belladonna felt it was time for a break. Hadn't she hung all her pictures in her room? Her gruesome fairy tale was above her bed, the vampire kissing the Victorian woman over her dresser and all the others were plastered in various places so that it looks a little off, but more personality filled. (At least that's what Belladonna told Binx when he began dictating that she should hang them all on the same line around the room. How boring!) It was with the great feeling of accomplishment that she pushed a small flat-top chest to her window, piled a few pillows on it and opening the window, plunked herself down.

Ah! From here she could view the Demon Dorms (hadn't her parents said something about demons? Whatever it was it didn't seem to matter to the young witch much) and a good bit of the grounds. Being stuck on the top floor of the dorms wasn't such a bad thing really, it gave one a better chance to exercise more, but it also gave one a lovely view from one's window!

"Come sit with me Binx. We can student watch!" She called to him, turning away for a moment before looking back. This would be great fun! .............Assuming some students started wandering the campus... Hmm..

Good Hecate, how long had she been sitting here staring at the same piece of campus? Her little bat pocket watch was on the bedside table and not near the window, but she couldn't very well give up her search for students in which to make quick judgment calls about their character solely from their appearance?! She had been here TOO LONG to give up now!

It, of course, only served that just as Belladonna was getting angry over the fact that no one had walked by, that a rather cute looking girl exited the Demon dorms. Belladonna felt such excitement over seeing SOMEONE, that she couldn't help but jump up. And wasn't what that girl wearing just darling? It looked like a dress from that Baines store and didn't Belladonna just LUST after their clothing? Yes. Yes she did.

"Your dress is precious!" Belladonna cried from her room, leaning out her window to call to the girl. Oh, she hoped the girl was friendly! She wanted to talk to her so much!!

NUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU!!!!

The cute little girl hadn’t heard her! Or if she didn’t, she thought it was something else, because that’s what Belladonna would have thought! She would have assumed some person in the near future was complimenting her outfit and she would then preen a little in preparation for such a compliment. ARGH. Not only was that incredibly frustrating (such an outfit HAD to be praised) but now the girl was getting away! Whatever was a witch with a fashion sense on overdrive to do??

Oh… Wait… Be a witch, of course!

“What are you doing?” Binx asked from the bed, jumping up from his low dozing as Belladonna crashed from the window through her room. He could see her frantically opening and closing her hands in a fashion come to be called ‘grabby hands’ while she searched through the various boxes. It was when she wrenched open the closet door that he really started to get worried. Sure, there were copious amounts of fabric and lace and tulle that consisted of a wardrobe, but that was also were Belladonna stored her ever trusty broom. With a shriek of kitty terror, he lunged from the bed at Belladonna’s ankles in a sad attempt at stopping her. It of course only served that she dashed from the spot he was lunging to, so that he crashed to the floor and slid into the closet door while she jumped atop the chest.

“I’ll be back soon Binx! Keep watch!” With a pop of hand to mouth, she blew him a quick kiss, turned and jumped from the window. From anyone watching from the ground, it might look like she was just being overly dramatic about a failed date and flinging herself from the top floor of the reaper dorms, but with a great swinging motion (and a good whoop of delight) Belladonna swung her hands down so that her broom her under her falling body. With a little jerk she landed on the broom and fell with a little bit more control. Now flying she swooped over to the girl, shouting to make sure she was heard better this go around.

“Your dress is darling! Where did you get it? I have to know, but I think I have a guess!”

Brushing a hand against the lace that dotted her sleeves, Belladonna couldn't help but feel a bit humbled. Why, such a fashionable girl complimenting her own outfit? It was so uplifting! Yet at the same time, it was also rather distracting because for a moment Belladonna's broom took a deep dive in altitude. With a jerk she pulled up, trying to steady herself but the damage had been done and with a short shriek she dropped to the ground.

"Lace!" She was saying as she sat up, "Lace never goes out of style. Whoever said it did was completely delusional." With a wave of her hand she stood, brushing off the bits of dead grass that had wedged between the joints of her caged hoop skirt. "But thank you." Here she bowed low, a curtsy reserved only for those with exceptional taste in fashion. "I'm Belladonna by the way! And where did you get that dress. It is beyond darling!"

Wasn't the fashion club going to start up soon? Maybe this adorable girl was going to join! And wasn't her hair just like spider silk? Too bad Belladonna wasn't very good at identifying other species or else her silent observation of the girl's hair would have been very apt.

A quick hand wave was followed by an equally quick reply. "Oh I'm fine. I have a really hard time landing this thing, but I'm used to it!" Some days she thought she would never get the hang of a proper landing, but it didn't much help that she spent most of her time practicing divination rather than flying. Once she knew how to take off and stay afloat, everything else seemed to come second!

"It is SO NICE to meet someone who knows something about fashion!" Well, except for that incredibly nice siren, Isafrel. "Thank you! Hoops skirts really need to come back. They can be a bit unwieldy, but its easy after a while!"

Then Belladonna paused. For one..........two............three counts.
This... This Lizzy.... Her MOTHER was the owner of Baines' Clothing Store? Belladonna very nearly fainted right there.

"Your.... your mom's shop??!" She was now making strange, gaspy noises. "I LOVE that store!! Its my favorite!!" Her hands were beginning to flail a little... Oh dear...

Had Lizzy asked, she would have received quite a lot of good advice from the witch on how to properly move in a hoopskirt. Mostly, don't wear one of those old-fashioned ones that didn't bend and get a semi-collapsible one like Belladonna's! It made sitting and climbing over benches, and climbing over other people for that matter, much easier because each cross was fitted with a little piece that would bend if any pressure was put upon it. A genius idea that the witch didn't think of on her own, but certainly used with great relish.

When Lizzy took her hands, Belladonna made up her mind right then and there they would be excellent friends.
"I would be incredibly honored to visit your and your mother's store!" She gave the girl a grand smile, trying to convey her depth of happiness at finding a fellow girl like herself. "How long have you been at Amityville? Do you like it so far? What classes are you taking?" Already Belladonna's mind was filing away little tidbits about the ghoul, hoping they would take a similar class and maybe they would even be in a club together! Belladonna briefly wondered if she could persuade the girl to join her garden club, but hmmm... That one might be a little bit tougher...

Oh Hecate who watches over little witches, this girl rambled too!!! As if she wasn't giddy enough over meeting and being invited to Baines Clothing, now she was meeting a kindred soul. It was enough to make the girl start bouncing on her toes in total and exquisite glee! But wait, she had to curb this excitement or they both would dissolve into a mess of cute clothing and nothing to say and since they both obviously had a lot to say, Belladonna quickly reined in her excitement to at least a 7 on the Belladonna Scale of GLEE, and smiled at the girl.

"Literature? Oh, you'll have to tell me how that class is. I'm only taking Spells with Professor Grimm and a Gym class right now. They both seem pretty intense, but once those are over I'll sign up for some more." She paused for a just second before launching forward with more words. "What kind of books do you read? Do you like it? I really like fantastical novels about adventure and journey and romance, but honestly, I read a lot of those trashy romance novels too. I just can't help it! They're so romantic and I really hope I get to met some cute boils... Not that that is all I think about or anything! I just want a complete romance, you know? With the dead flowers and the moonlight walks and passionate embraces!" Oh dear, this was getting a bit out of hand. She hadn't meant to spill her guts like that so quickly! UM.

"Do you like pets?! You need to met my familiar, Binx! You'll love him!" So using that as a distraction Belladonna grabbed the girl's hand and dragged her up to her room. Oh wait... It had all those boxes still... OH WELL!

Though she was still holding onto the girl and walking toward her own dorm room, her broom in the other hand, Belladonna did slow her walking when she realized Lizzy was in fact not making fun of her for adoring romance novels. Actually... She was agreeing?! What awful, bad thing had Belladonna done to do deserve such good karma and met such a lovely ghoul?

"What kind of boil do you go for?" Belladonna asked as calmly as was possible, not wanting to make it look like she had actually been upset over confessing her love of romance novels. It wouldn't do any good to show Miss Lizzy that she was bumbling mess of nerves and strange interests that were too embarrassing to mention during the day. No, no, best to just play it off and pretend she had meant to say that all along. Plus they could now talk about boils! Yay!

"All good witches have a familiar." The witch added with a very serious head nod. And you don't have any pets? How dreadful! There are so many running around all over the place, I'm amassing quite a collection. Thank goodness they can hide in the closet or else I wouldn't have a place for them!" And actually, Binx would have been very upset otherwise. He was starting to get rather territorial... "Of course you can come to my room! So long as you don't mind boxes..."