<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<br/><strong>Date:</strong>Sept. 1<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Open<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Isa sighed softly as students began boarding the carriage for school. For the life of her she couldn't remember why it was that agreed to play chaperone for these things. Seated at the back of the carriage, she was easily within the line of sight of those students boarding, but out of the way enough to be ignored if they wished as well. Those returning would be the most likely to avoid the demanding teacher because they'd know they had a whole school year ahead of them under that dark and, at times, punishing gaze, a gaze that demanded everything they thought that they had to give with their magic...and then demanded they push themselves further.<br/><br/>Reaching into the small clutch she carried at her side, she pulled out a novel her Grandmother had purchased for her when she'd visited home this summer and smiled softly at it. It was actually a text she'd asked her Grandmother to order for her. She had no interest herself in the subject matter, but one of her fellow Professors might find it interesting enough...if he didn't have it already. There was a good chance that he did, but, considering it was a Muggle text, she was counting on it being the thought that counted. At the very least he should be amused that she'd actually deigned to go out with her Grandmother searching through Muggle bookshops. They hadn't found it that trip, her Grandmother had found it and picked it up on a later occasion.<br/><br/>Sliding the book back into her bag, the small, knowing, smile remained on her lips and she crossed her legs while glancing up at the students now entering the carriage. Lightly her foot bounced, a sure sign of impending boredom, but it also gave her time to examine the heels she'd chosen to wear as well. She liked this pair, liked the delicate straps, the way they wound around her ankles....giving her head a shake she chuckled softly at herself for letting her mind wander on such inane subjects as her shoes. If her students only knew her thoughts, she wouldn't be able to make them properly fear her steely gaze until just before the Christmas Holiday!<br/><br/>Settling back deeper into the lush cushions of the carriage seats she let her eyes drift shut and her head lean to the side, letting the children think that the ogre of a teacher slept, while in fact she listened to everything.