<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/uUNSGX6.jpg)</div><strong>Name: </strong>Nadine Laveau<br/><strong>Student ID: </strong>N/A<br/><strong>Area of Study:</strong>Thaumaturgical Instruction<br/><strong>Date and Time:</strong>September 3rd | Just after 8 am<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Her offices<br/><strong>Tag:</strong><strong><em>Monet | Alizarine</em></strong><br/><hr/><br/><em>The moment the adorable little pink haired mess flounced into the office, Nadine grinned. Monet was always a cheerful little minx and quite fun to tease. She wasn't much of a trouble maker, but she was VERY playful which suited the elder woman right down to the ground. In response to the young woman's statement, Nadine immediately swung her feet down from the desk and patted her lap.</em><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;">"You know that isn't how we gossip in the morning!! Find your place, girly pie."</span>With an armful of gossipy hotness, Nadine resumed her tea only to be interrupted a few minutes later by another very attractive young woman who entered and seemed to be making some sort of demand. Dark eyes flicked toward the delightful armful she now held before a warm palm found the curve of Monet's butt and gave a small pat.<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;">"Sit next to me please?"</span><br/><br/>Finally, the intensity of her gaze was turned on the newest arrival, flitting over every single inch of exposed skin with a sort of bored air.<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;">"Did you say demands? Who are you to demand anything of me, Miss Duval? What exactly is your issue with a class you really know nothing about? What is your specialty?"</span>The words were dripped into the silence at a steady pace, cold, formal and completely at odds with the way she had greeted Monet only few minutes earlier.  If there was one thing Nadine loathed, it was being demanded to do anything. This young woman would learn that soon enough.