<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>OPEN</em></strong><br/><hr/><br/><em>Another year, another crop of young women ready to be taught the ways of the world and their places in it. Of course, the dark chocolate hued woman sitting behind a rather large oak desk felt that the average person's place in this world was beneath her feet but that wasn't an acceptable thought process in general.  In fact, for the most part, she wasn't sure the average person even made a good foot stool. Too talkative by half. A grin graced her features and dimpled her cheeks as she put the final touches to her early morning cup of tea.<br/><br/>Tip tilted dark eyes travelled over her planner for the day's events but there wasn't much to be found there, only class in the afternoon. Of course, one of the little brats could fuck up on their very first class day but that was unusual. Especially, if someone talked about her punishments.  She was a bit of a creative genius when it came to making the girls figure themselves out, if she did say so herself. A gamine grin flitted over too serious features as she swung her legs up to rest her feet on the edge of her desk and took the first sip of overly sweet tea.<br/><br/>It was quiet. She wondered how long it would last.</em>