<div class="floatright">(https://tse1.mm.bing.net/th?id=OIP.b5rFz9fQYWxVH-4nIe5HwwEsDh&amp;pid=15.1&amp;P=0&amp;w=228&amp;h=172)</div><strong>Name</strong>Libitina Gomez<br/><strong>Time/Date</strong>October 27th<br/><strong>Location</strong>Magic reference area<br/><strong>Tagging</strong>Open<br/><br/>Libby hadn't bothered to attend the auditorium meet and greet, be surrounded by a group of jugmental people, no thank you! Instead she had decided to make use of the free time before class to do some research on what had happened the last time she raised a corpse. The library was impressive and even had a section dedicated to necromancy, the only thing was Libby couldn't reach! The brunette looked round, she couldn't see a ladder or a librarian in sight. She shrugged. Slowly she extended her arm, reaching up as far as her small frame would go. This was why Libby wore heels! Her tiny body could never reach the good stuff. Her usually oh so helpful killer heels in bright purple just weren't  doing the job "Shit" she murmured to herself. Resigning herself to the enviable. She raised her feet from the ground, up when her feet until she stood plastered to the front of the shelving her hand scrabbling for the now unseen book.<br/><br/>As Libby stretched out her black tank top began to ride up bearing her olive skin and the bottom section of her back tattoo to the world.<br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">tattoo</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://i.pinimg.com/736x/39/3b/0f/393b0f3d58985ae9bb723c1422a7a42c--polish-tattoos-art-tattoos.jpg)</div></div>Just visible under the woman's shaggy brown hair were a pair of large headphones, they were quietly playing one of Libby's personal favourites as she attempted to retrieve the book from the shelf. She hummed along with the intro as she balanced precariously on her tip toes.