<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/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;">"And I am a Laveau with a direct line of descent from the voodoo queen herself. Yet, I am not one to brag on that because my foremothers are not me. I don't care that you are a Duval. Simply put, they mean nothing to me nor does your posturing now."</span>Each word was precise, direct and calmly spoken. There was no ire present in the low alto as Nadine made each of her points.<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;">"My class is for advanced studies, period. If all you want is to conjure and rest on your families name? So be it. But other witches want to know more than their specialties and that is why I am here."</span><br/><br/>With that, she pulled out a small piece of paper and signed the bottom of it.<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;">"Take this to your head of house. You are excused from my class from now on. Now...was there anything else?"</span>The pleasant mood that Monet had fostered was now gone, swallowed by the rudeness of the young woman before her. To think that a name meant anything at all when she could trace her family back to the onset of voodoo and hoodoo in New Orleans? No. That was a rudeness she'd not deal with.<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;">"If there is nothing else, I'd like to get back to my morning cuppa and my company."</span>Nadine waved a slender hand.<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;">"You are dismissed."</span>