<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 allowed her lips to close over the proffered fork and sweet treat, a low moan of satisfaction released through closed lips as her dark eyes fluttered shut in blissed-out delight. There was nothing like being fed, no feeling that matched a beauty taking food and offering it to be savored. As the remainder of the sweet melted away, Nadine allowed her eyes to focus on the pretty girl, a small grin tucked into the corners of her mouth as she listened to Helena's counter offer.<br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;">"When we are in class it is always Professor Laveau. Outside of class, during punishments or meetings, I am always Miss Nadine, never Ma'am. Never Miss alone. That's rule number one. Will you be able to remember it?"</span>One dark eyebrow made its way skyward as she underlined the importance of proper protocol.<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;">"Certain young ladies call me Mama Laveau. I like it but they've had a long time to get used to me...and I to them."</span>She paused and continued to study the young lady,  her tongue tip held in abeyance between sharp white teeth. With a shudder, she lifted her mug and finished her drink before continuing onward.<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;">"I do not mind if you'd like to come and assist me Tuesday afternoon, for at least one class.  Seems to me that you have got an idea of what you require already. I just aim to make it a bit easier for you to get there."</span><br/><br/>With that, the cocoa-hued, older woman rose to her feet and allowed slender fingers to smooth her robes down over the width of her hips.<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;">"If you don't have one yet, I'd think you'd like to get yourself a planner. Pencil in the last Friday of every month for me, at least through Yule. I'd also get a notebook specifically for queries you can not find the answers to during the month. The first two months of this will give me a baseline on what you need, work-wise to make you feel confident in your knowledge."</span>With that, Nadine held out a hand for the other to take.<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;">"For the record, Miss Cross, I think you are worried for nothing. You just need a push."</span>With a quirky sort of smile, the professor continued.<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;">"Don't worry, pretty one. I'll give you loads."</span><br/><br/>With that (and if her hand was taken) Nadine sketched a small bow to her coffee companion and made ready to depart. Their twenty minutes was up and classes would be starting soon enough.<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;">"See you soon."</span>Then, she was gone, off to the next thing, a swing in her hips to draw the eye and a small smile on full lips to invite one in return. It had been a very good meeting.<br/><br/>