Marguerite rose at the arrival of her first student, accompanied by a woman who was clearly the chit's mother. She gave the girl a quick appraising look from head to toe. The girl seemed to think she was off to college it appeared, with a pink sweater draped over her shoulders demurely, a skirt and blouse. By her expression it did not seem she was terriblly pleased with being at the school. Certainly not surprising, few came willingly or with positive expectations. No matter, she would soon find things far more interesting than her pretty little head could imagine.<br/><br/>"Ah, yes, Mary Ellen, and Anne. Welcome to my home," she responded.<br/><br/>In a very European and graceful manner, Ms. Bordeaux lightly touched each of the mother's cheeks to her own.<br/><br/>"Now then I'm sure you wish to be on your way. Have no fears for Mary Ellen, she will be in good hands I assure you."<br/><br/>Ms. Bordeaux turned back after seeing the girl's mother out the door. Her gaze turned on Mary Ellen, her face more serious, lacking the charming civility she showed the mother just a moment ago. She said nothing at first, only undressing the petite blue eyed blond with her eyes. She wasn't especially busty, though quite pleasantly firm Marguerite imagined. And if her blond coloring was true, she'd be a welcome treat indeed. Time enough to find that out in due course.<br/><br/>"Do take off that ridiculous sweater. Three suitcases? Tell me you left all contraband at home. Tell me now, or there will be a price to pay, that I promise you."<br/><br/>A list of items not to be brought to the school was sent along with the school information packet. But unless their mother's packed their belongings, there would most assuredly be something on that list. After all, these girls were here because they couldn't or wouldn't follow rules.<br/><br/>Marguerite circled the girl standing before her, heels clicking sharply on the hardwood flooring. She took pleasure at how the girl's lovely bottom pouched out adoringly from under her skirt.