<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 -> On Campus, Under a Tree.<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/>Mimi's comment about not purchasing a book she hadn't already browsed through caught Helena off guard. All of the talk about adventure and risk seemed so at odds with that comment, and so did the fact she'd somehow ended up here. It took her a moment to realise the truth, and that moment of realisation came as a second hand touched on her shoulder. If it disturbed, or annoyed, or flustered Helena, it didn't show as her fingers laced deeper in their grasp of Mimi's own. Sudden realisation just made her more possessive, and more keen to keep a grasp of the girl who'd come to a book store in search of a different kind of story.<br/><br/>“<strong>There's something wonderful about watching someone who is good at something perform.</strong>” She said, agreeing with Mimi's latter words while she finished paying off the total of her text. The woman behind the counter gave a smile to the pair, although it was mostly that sort of practiced service-sector smile that was half 'Please carry on with your day somewhere else.' and half 'Kill me, I'm so done with this place.' Hoping to abide by that poor shop clerk's wishes, and perhaps with an overture of getting Mimi somewhere else, she started to lead the pair outside the Bookstore, and onto the campus grounds. “<strong>I'll try my best to perform for you; as long as you return the favour. Just make sure I know what's in the potions before asking me to play guinae pig. I've had enough Potion-based shenanigans in the last fortnight.</strong>”<br/><br/>A few minutes of walking had the pair chatting idly while Helena led them...somewhere. Instinct and gut eventually had Helena pull the pair towards a tree on the campus a little off the beaten path. It was a nice enough day, an with it being mid-afternoon and there not having been much rain today, she thought it'd be an excellent spot. When they got there, Helena quickly pulled out a tiny piece of cloth and threw it into the air. A couple of mutterings later and the cloth, which Helena had pre-inscribed with a few different runic sigils and magical writings, exploded outwards and expanded into a full-on Picnic blanket, which set itself fully on the ground in the shade of the tree. She released Mimi's hand, uncurling their fingers so that she could take a seat first, and she pat the spot next to her as she opened up the esoteric tome she'd plucked from the bookshop. “<strong>You wanted to read some, right?</strong>” It was about as open an invitation as Helena could offer without going into the depths of scandal and smuttery. She wanted Mimi to curl in close, to lean her head on her shoulder, to breathe against her ear, and along her neck. She wanted Mimi<em>right there</em>where it was basically just the two of them. Others might glance there way, but as long as they didn't strip naked and start to fuck each other, they'd just glance and walk away. Plus, at this academy, would anyone even be surprised to see two witches fucking under a tree in the twilight hours of the afternoon?