<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/uQmAXSU.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong>Sofina "Fi" Barrett<br/><strong>TIME/DATE:</strong>October 27, 2017<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong>Back of the library, in the stacks<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Orphan, Haust<br/><strong>MISC INFORMATION:</strong>Curious, clumsy, and totally embarrassed<br/><br/>After her run and a quick shower (and wondering if her new neighbor Issy was settling in okay), Fi downloaded her class list and went to the one place that was always comforting and familiar to her - no matter what faraway place she might be in - the library. Walking past the main lobby and into the stacks she let her fingertips drag along the book spines of the tall stack shelving, lingering on the bindings like some women caress the soft fabrics of the clothes that line their closets.<br/><br/>She mindlessly grabbed a few books from here or there, not needing to look up anything in a computer or even really look at the titles. She knew them all already. She found a semi-comfy two seater couch and looked back over her list. A few basic lit courses, beginning math, physics, and a very exciting class taught by the headmistress about enhancing powers such as her own. She also glanced at the list of course textbooks she would need. For Sofina she would naturally be able to read all these books within minutes without much effort - but she preferred to let the information linger on the page for the more interesting classes. She would follow the syllabus for the physics and the magic class. The rest, well she intended to binge on the math and lit reference texts tonight - so that she could spend her time in those classes mostly daydreaming.<br/><br/>Flipping through the first literary anthology when she started to hear, no feel, someone reading something<em>far</em>more interesting. Slipping off the couch and out of her flats, Fi padded barefoot down the stacks towards the back right corner of the library. There was a man, a very distinctly tattooed man, kneeling on the floor between books looking as comfortable there as she had been on the couch. He was ... mesmerizing. No, well yes, but he was also copying something from a book. Fi's mind searched out for the title and topic and her eyes went wide.<em>Magic</em>. Her senses were assaulted with thoughts, images, chants, languages that she<em>didn't understand</em>, and the vast potential of power that was hidden within a keener understanding than her own.<br/><br/>Suddenly, the man made something happen within a box at his feet and Fi was brought back to reality - she was staring. She took a step back around a corner-like bookshelf and her fingers instinctively started to wave and coax energy from the air. The lights around her small spot slowly dimmed, no one but those trained to see would notice the change. As soon as she thought she was safely hidden, she let her eyes linger more on this intriguing magic weaver.<br/><br/>Another man came up, one with tails and a crafty look to him - who seemed to be just as interested as she was. But it was the man's tattoos that her eyes kept coming back to - or were they something more? Something she could .... read? Licking her lips, Fi focused in on his right hand and traveled upward, trying to decipher the purposeful markings.<em>So very curious.</em>She felt she almost understood one swirling line but his damn jacket, it was in the way. Her eyes started to grow large and heavy, turning into dark brown pools that reflected the flickering red candle light. If only she could move the flaps of his jacket just a bit so she could see ...<br/><br/>Quickly realizing that she was about to try and use levitation to disrobe someone (and remembering the disaster of her last awful attempt at moving things) she shook herself out of whatever trance she was in... and fell back on her ass with a loud thump.<br/><br/>Her glamour faded abruptly, the lights above flooding over her embarrassment and she was left looking at the two men with bright red cheeks.<em>Way to go, dingbat.</em>