<div class="floatright">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/15/a0/1c/15a01c032a26dfede9936122d48e16f5.jpg) </div><strong>NAME:</strong>Troy McNair<br/><strong>TIME/DATE:</strong>October 27th 2017<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong>Library<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Levi<br/><strong>MISC INFORMATION:</strong>Coming back to find something he left last semester, maybe finding something more.<br/><br/>All and all the first day back to the Academy after a summer away had been ... uneventful. Unlike last year  - when he had been a new co-ed, he had been very much like a lost little cub - running around everywhere but not yet knowing where the hell he was going. Today he had let most of the auditorium empty, said hi to a few professors, ate a deliciously huge steak at the cafeteria, and now he headed into the library.<br/><br/>He looked like he could just as easily have been doing construction work in the library as being a student within it. 6' 7" of dark blue demin worn at the knees, black reinforced boots, a long-sleeve blue/grey cotton shirt that he had pushed up past his elbows, and his hair pulled back behind his head, he walked with a purpose. Troy had unofficially stowed a few personal and family ledgers in one of the more esoteric sections of the library. He spent his summer on safari, hunting down one brother or the other. Not a good environment for paper or parchment.<br/><br/>About to turn down the third row on the left to where his books were he stopped short at the sight of ... flowers. A petite (but inching taller by the minute) brunette was stretching for a book on the top shelf. She looked damned determined to overcome this insurmountable feat on her own - and at the moment that was fine with him as his attention was fixed on the leaves that rustled on her lower back as her muscles flexed. Troy's senses flared and for a brief moment he swore he could smell a sweet, floral perfume. And he wanted to drag the tip of his nose across each petal.<br/><br/>That was all he needed to set off alarm bells in his head. Troy had learned long ago that while his were-instincts were always accurate, they were also guaranteed to get him in trouble. And so he was very weary of anything he suddenly wanted... oh, so damn badly. He cleared his throat, the rumble low and resonating, not unlike a roar. Stepping up an inch or so behind the woman, Troy reached past her straining fingers to retrieve the book. He gave her a large, wide grin as he passed it to her. "Mind if I lend a hand?"