<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/Llp09JH.png)</div><strong>Character Name (PC):</strong>Olivier Ange<br/><strong>Year/House:</strong>Potions Teacher<br/><strong>Relationship Status:</strong>Single<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Same suit as the picture<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Bern Carriage<br/><strong>Date:</strong>September 1st<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Bianca Renard, Open<br/><br/>Olivier couldn't help but smile at the beautiful woman sitting opposite him as she spoke, he nodded now and again. Having grown up in a family with Half and Quarter Veela surrounding him, Olivier as not often faced with beauty that interested him, but this professor was different, something about the colour of her skin and the deep shade of her eye caught his fancy. He looked into her eyes and saw at one time great wisdom and great sorrow, he looked down and smiled yet again as she asked him whether he had ever taught before. "No, not professionally at least. And please, call me Olivier, we are colleagues after all" He looked back up to the single bag lying above where he had been seated before, he reached out for it and the bag opened and a small flask flew through the air and into his hand. He looked at her and grinned "Excuse me, just needed something to drink" He said awkwardly as he popped the top open before taking a sip from it. The flask was highly ornate with the figure of a snakes head for a top, the whole flask seemed to be made from one flower piece of silver that had been manipulated into the shape by magic. On the from an engraving of a highly detailed symbol sat in gold, and on the backside the image of an owl holding a gemstone.<br/><br/>He put the flask into the inner pocket of his suit from whence drew a pocket watch, he opened it to check the time and then closed it, looking back up at his new colleague. "As for whether the memory of whom you remind me of is a good one... Yes, yes it is" He said with a faint smile "A good, if somewhat, sad memory" He admitted, before running a hand through his hair "But alas, one cannot change the past, so dwelling on memories can be dangerous" He said and looked over at her "I sense you know this all too well yourself"<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">engraving</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://fc07.deviantart.net/fs70/i/2010/178/f/5/Philosophers_Stone__Spiral_by_Notshurly.jpg)</div></div>