<div class="floatleft">(http://25.media.tumblr.com/480eb0546320190050d53622275dd80c/tumblr_mg7o27OjML1rkrc64o1_400.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name PC:</strong>Annabelle Delacroix<br/><strong>Year/House:</strong>Staff<br/><strong>Relationship Status:</strong>Single<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>This (http://www.polyvore.com/annabelles_dress/set?id=113792403)<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Grand Hall<br/><strong>Date:</strong>September 1st, 2014<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Madeleine Desrosiers and Emmanuelle Harlaw<br/><hr/>Annabelle was mentally preparing herself for the speech she would give the students, when two young women entered the Grand Hall. One of which, she recognized immediately. She smiled even wider as she stepped down off the raised platform to greet them.<br/><br/><em>"Excuse me miss, I am looking for the headmistress, you must be her daughter..."</em>Madeleine said in a playful manner. Annabelle chuckled before embracing her and exchanging pleasant kisses on the cheek.<br/><br/>"You certainly know how to compliment a lady." She smiled and winked. "The years have obviously been good to you, as well! Look at you!" Annabelle took a moment to look Madeleine up and down. She really was still beautiful. When the two were in school together, they were quite the heartbreaking pair.<br/><br/><em>"My daughter Emmanuelle."</em>Madeleine's voice brought her back to the present as she introduced the young witch standing beside her. Annabelle bowed her head slightly.<br/><br/>"It's a pleasure to meet you." She extended her hand and shook Emmanuelle's hand gently. "You certainly have your mother's good looks." Annabelle nodded with a smile. She then turned her attention back to Madeleine.<br/><br/>"Now, down to business." She stated, her tone changing serious. The brunette watched her friend reach into a small clutch and pull out a beautiful looking wand. "Ah. Such intricate work. This must be Marston's wand, correct? I'm sure he'll be pleased by it." Annabelle looked over the wand, but didn't touch it. She was very superstitious about people touching wands that didn't belong to them.<br/><br/>"Now normally, we wouldn't accept Marston into Beauxbatons at such a late age. But given that your family has been attending the school for generations," Annabelle paused with a slight smirk on her lips, "and we're good friends, we can bend the rules a bit." She nodded. "By 'we', I mean 'I' of course." She corrected with a chuckle.<br/><br/>"Ah. I also understand Marston will be boarding his horse in our stables?" Annabelle continued, wanting to make sure all the bases were covered. "He'll have to perform stable service as long as his horse is within our grounds. He's not the only one, actually. Another student plans to have a horse on our grounds. Perhaps they might become friends..." The last two sentences were more thoughts than parts of the actual conversation.