Main Hall<br/><br/><strong> Vivienne Laure Chevalier (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=39841.msg1986273#msg1986273)</strong><br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=40004.msg2233223#msg2233223">Quote from: thewhitedusk on 14-09-2009, 22:10:41</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Rose looked over when the older looking woman stated she was the Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher.  She strode over there gracefully, already in her uniform, her little black fox from earlier scampering back down the hall towards her and shifting to between her feet.  She stood near the edge of the group, leaning against the wall once more, eyeing the teacher and waiting for her chance to speak.<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=40004.msg2233279#msg2233279">Quote from: Korbl on 14-09-2009, 22:28:13</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">… he stopped as Vivienne interrupted, at the offer of her hand, he took it lightly in his own and kissed the back, <strong>"Professor Chevalier, I'm looking forward to your class. I believe I heard there would be a teacher's assistant this year? The warming charm was precisely what I was about to offer. And there are, of course, other methods of staving of the winter cool..." </strong>He said, eying Jeanne's face, and more discreetly, body…He turned back to prof. Chevalier, <strong>"Professor, as pleasant as it is to meet you, I believe it might be best if Jeanne headed to class, and I make myself unobtrusive."</strong><br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=40004.msg2243955#msg2243955">Quote from: DeviantMunster on 17-09-2009, 20:35:28</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><strong>Jeanne D'Arnise</strong><br/>Truly, it was just her luck that she'd been overheard by somewhat, and a professor at that. She winched inwardly, not at all pleased as she turned to grimly face the rather attractive woman. She blushed faintly before inclining her head respectfully to the red-head, listening quietly at the offer. "Thank you for the offer, but I doubt it can be lifted um... so easily." She became rather silently then, hands sliding behind her back as she shifted from one foot to the other, hearing the gong in the distance that signaled her first class. After a moment she gave off a faint sigh, just knowing she was going to be late her first day. "Since there's not much light inside the castle though, I... suppose I'll be fine with just wearing a... top."<br/><br/>Jeanne immediately looked away from the woman, a little intimidated by the professor. She didn't recognize the woman as a Veela, though she certainly picked up on a faint animosity. As she turned towards the more experienced student, she offered a faint smile and shook her head gently. "I'll be fine, but thank you. I should probably head to class before I end up with a second detention."<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>Vivianne smiled down at the polite young man kissed her hand. He was rather short for her six foot two inch frame (she was wearing three inch heels). There was something odd about him. One red eye, one black. He definitely wasn't full human, but for the moment he was too handsome for her to figure out goblin though she thought it a possibility especially with the tattoo.<br/><br/>There is very little in our world that can't be overcome with a lot of ingenuity and a little magic. The red head informed both of them. Her personalization wasn't animosity just the annoyance of a parent figure catching their child in a lie. Of course it didn't seem that the other half-veela got her subtle hint. That would have to be worked upon. I shall see both of you when it is your time for me class. We can discuss it farther then. The professor smile and then turned her attention to the student who was waiting so politely.<br/><br/>May I help you? She asked rose with a sensual smile on her red painted lips. This young lady was most definitely her style. Normally she didn't pay attention to females in a sexual manner but she couldn't help it with this one. The girl reminded her a bit of herself. And how could those red curls be resisted.