<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/7c/Isaavi.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name (PC/NPC):</strong>Professor Isabeau Washington (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=193964.msg9431124#msg9431124)<br/><strong>Relationship Status:</strong>Single<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Outfit (http://i980.photobucket.com/albums/ae282/caela_ecub/Misc%20Story%20Accessories/Clothes/clothes5.jpg), Shoes (http://i980.photobucket.com/albums/ae282/caela_ecub/Misc%20Story%20Accessories/Clothes/shoes8.jpg)<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Beauxbaton Carriage from Marseille<br/><strong>Date:</strong>Sept. 1<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Professor Matias Chevalier<br/><br/><hr/><br/>"Anything these children have to learn in that arena, is not mine to teach, but their's to learn through exploration and experimentation. They will do just fine without me showing them any of the things I might want you to do at a later time," she added, the smirk on her lips and expression on her face letting him see the darkest thoughts that ran through her mind. As if to emphasize that look, she turned her foot slightly, no longer sliding the heel of her shoe teasingly against his shin, but taunting him by pressing it in instead; not enough to hurt in any way, just enough to speak to her state of mind.<br/><br/>Sipping at her wine she almost burst into laughter at his idea of a wager! Managing to swallow, without choking, she shook her head and leaned back in her seat, "You my dear Professor are insane if you think I would wager chaperoning a Ball over a picture! You may like your time in the cities, and all those tourist girls," she added with a low chuckle, "But you're not getting into their pants by leaving me to that particular torture! Now, taking over chaperon duty for some of the older students going into town, that I<em>might</em>be willing to consider as a wager."<br/><br/>As she spoke, she felt the slight jostling as the carriages came together and connected, allowing everyone to now move between them and for students who hadn't yet had a chance to mingle to do so. It was a moment in the flight she wasn't particularly fond of, but was used to it enough that she didn't allow any of her wine to spill despite the bumping as the corridors formed.