<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/uUNSGX6.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Nadine Laveau<br/><strong>Student ID:</strong>XXX<br/><strong>Area of Study:</strong>Thaumaturgical Instructor<br/><strong>Date and Time:</strong>9/8 | High Noon<br/><strong>Location:</strong>On Campus Coffee Shop<br/><strong>Tag:</strong>Helena Cross<br/><strong>Notes:</strong>Would ya like to argue about this over coffee?<br/><hr/><br/>Nadine watched as the young lady seated on the opposite side of the table pondered her words while nibbling on shortcake. The furrow which had formed between Helena's expressive eyes gave away much as to her state of mind and the professor worried that she had offered too much, possibly had given too many options. How to fix this? It didn't matter as soon enough the young woman made her own thoughts known and gave Nadine a place to start the negotiations.<br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;">"Miss Cross, I don't mean to be flattering. Instead, think of this as simply a way of narrowing down what it is you need to successfully complete the tasks you've appointed yourself. As a professor, I want the students I favor to succeed. Most purely theoretical classes are harder to gauge success in thus my offers."</span>Slender fingers tapped an uneasy tattoo against the rim of the saucer which held Helena's snack before she arched an eyebrow and queried,<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;">"You gonna cut me a piece so's I don't put my fingers all over your...food?"</span><br/><br/>While she waited for a positive answer, Nadine turned her attention back to her drink and took a long sip. Her mind was ticking at what felt to be a million miles an hour as she wondered the best way to give the young woman the help she<strong>felt</strong>she needed. True, Nadine was busy between classes and other desires and duties, but it would be easy enough to fit the young woman into her schedule. Once a month wouldn't be difficult and a study guide would be even easier to accomplish once a baseline was established with concern to what Miss Cross already knew. A small frown marred full lips and turned her expression into something quite forbidding but it couldn't be helped. Helping her students was a serious calling and one Nadine did not wish to fail at.<br/><br/>Another sip and the cup was placed on the table as Nadine drew herself back to the here and now.<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;">"Here's my offer, a once-a-month meeting to go over what you've learned and refine what it is you should be studying. Possibly connect you with some young women who are rather advanced in my class as tutors with me as your final stop if they can't help."</span>A brisk nod, a bright smile.<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;">"The first meeting should be at the end of this month so that you have a chance to figure out more of what you need."</span>At that, dark eyes fixed on her companion.<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;">"Would this be acceptable?"</span><br/><br/>