<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/6Mvy2bg.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Helena Cross<br/><strong>Student ID:</strong>WTCH715-2080<br/><strong>Age/Year</strong>19/Freshman<br/><strong>Area of Study:</strong>History of Witchery<br/><strong>Date and Time:</strong>Thursday, September 10th | After Class<br/><strong>Location:</strong>On-Site Bookstore<br/><strong>Tag:</strong>Mimi | Closed<br/><strong>Notes:</strong>Wearing (https://i.pinimg.com/564x/09/a8/a6/09a8a63ca0b99ae0788eb4a86b19c380.jpg), with a Sunhat.<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Helena could feel those small shifts: The change in their position, tightening the already strangled space between them to nothing as a line from their hips up to their shoulder formed to fuse the two women together. Both busty women were a little too close for anything but the most salubrious of comfort, and yet this had somehow evolved into a game. There was a sort of unspoken dare here. A game of chicken! Who would back down first? Who would surrender their position on the totem pole? Helena spotted Mimi's grin as the book was shut, and couldn't stop herself briefly licking the inside of her lips, imperceptibly running her tongue along the pink flesh of her mouth in...anticipation, maybe?<br/><br/>“<strong>Well, if we wanted to do that, we should probably go ahead and buy these tomes. As tempting as your offer is, I don't think the Owners would appreciate the two of us leaning over each other and reading a bunch of unpurchased books like this was some library.</strong>” Slowly she twirled around, pulling away from the game and being the first to flinch. Whether it was an innocent retreat, or whether she was retreating to stop the totally platonic petting, it was impossible to say. Helena's hand did find Mimi's though, fingers cupping around the other woman's hand and pulling her towards the till to purchase their gains. Helena settled on the one tome, for now. Maybe she'd come back later...maybe it would be another excuse to drag Mimi somewhere secluded and hog the attractive Sorority sister's attention all to herself. Her pinkie finger stroked along the side of Mimi's held hand, even as she pulled a purse from out of magical nowhere and started to count out notes for the shop keep. “<strong>Tell you what; If you need any help with Conjuration, I'll be there. If I need any help with Potions, I know who to call. Sounds like as good an excuse for a study date as I can think of.</strong>”