<div class="floatleft">(http://cdn.bleedingcool.net/wp-content/uploads/2015/11/lea-seydoux-.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: andale mono;"><strong>Name:</strong> Félicité Mercier<br/><strong>Age:</strong> 30<br/><strong>Status:</strong> Professor of History JCPA<br/><strong>Location:</strong> Great Hall Dinning Room <br/><strong>Date &amp; Time:</strong> September 27th | 11:23 AM<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong> Shane Harris</span><br/><br/><hr/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: andale mono;">Félicité fought back a wince. Forced. It was not a nice word. But not really a surprise either considering her current employer. Félicité found that a great many of the students here were intimately familiar with the “forced” scenario as pertained to Jamison. And a Bronze student. That didn’t bode well for the girl. Administration used the bronze designation for students they found particularly…unbending.<br/><br/>She stopped, her breath drawn in to speak when Shane gave her the hold on signal and rushed off. Félicité watched her for a moment as the girl made a beeline for a table some distance away. She settled her tea on the hard, shiny surface of the table before her and then settled herself into a chair while she watched Shane pick up a tray and start making her way back through the crowd to join her. Ah. Food.<br/><br/>Félicité smiled a greeting as the girl joined her again and then lifted her tea, gently blowing on it to cool the liquid as Shane began to relate the tale that lead to her current residence at Jamison. Félicité made all the appropriately sympathetic sounds as the story unfolded, genuinely feeling bad for both the girl and her parents.<br/><br/>While she did not believe it was fair of the senior Harris’ to force their beliefs on their daughter – despite the utter nonsense she agreed to in her contract to get the job -  she could feel some sympathy toward them for coming up against a character as strong as Shane’s. She could well imagine the fireworks that had exploded in the Harris household when they’d found the girl if they sent her to a place like this.<br/><br/>Félicité cleared her throat and looked around surreptitiously, forcing her mind to skip over the flirting comment Shane had made for both their sakes. Leaning forward she patted Shane’s hand and spoke quietly.<br/><br/>“Non. You are right to be true to yourself. This place…” she let her words trail off with a Gaelic shrug that said nothing and everything. Giving her head a small negative shake, Félicité reached for her tea and brought the cup to her mouth in lieu of speaking her opinion of Jamison aloud. Not for the first time she wondered how she’d ended up at the school.<br/><br/>Swallowing she smiled encouragingly at the girl. “But tell me,” she said, her French accent coloring the words softly, “what have you been up to since I saw you last?” The words were lame. An attempt to bring the conversation back to more stable ground considering the extremely public place they were chatting in.<br/><br/>“We shall have to arrange to get together and you can tell me all about your experiences here at Jamison,” Félicité fairly chirped as one of the other professors passed by their table rather closely. Her eyes following the man’s back as he moved away, the professor leaned in and spoke much more quietly. <br/><br/>"Do you know where the teacher’s apartments are? Perhaps you can come around later tonight and we can really have a good chat.”</span><br/>