<div class="floatleft">(http://i975.photobucket.com/albums/ae240/samanthamazur/qJLWCCg3Sr0I_zpsab863e38.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name (PC):</strong>Ana Maria Delgado  (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=193964.msg9627894#msg9627894)<br/><strong>Year/House:</strong>1st year teaching at Beauxbatons - Art Teacher<br/><strong>Relationship Status:</strong>Single<br/><strong>Wearing: </strong>Purple Dress  (http://i975.photobucket.com/albums/ae240/samanthamazur/Desktop2_zps79299d5a.jpg)<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Grand Hall (before the students arrive)<br/><strong>Date:</strong>Sept. 1st<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Open<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Ana smiled as a woman approached. Part of her was worried she would be sent away, told she that she didn’t belong in such a beautiful place. But that was silly, was it not? She had after all been employed at the castle. These damn nerves were going to be the end of her! Biting the inside of her cheek, Ana plastered on her brightest smile as she thrust her hand forward, ready to introduce herself, only to find there was no need. Those with the ability to see into the future, or feel information that others were oblivious to were not uncommon in her county, though still rare. Her village had always believed in the spirit world, and those that were able to converse with them were highly revered.<br/><br/><strong>”Yes, yes that is me”</strong>replied Ana, her Colombian accent was thick and clung to each word, leaving a sultry ring in the air.<strong>”It is a pleasure to meet you Mademoiselle Guillory”</strong>the french words felt alien on her tongue, but she managed to speak the unfamiliar dialect without butchering it too badly. Still, her accent rang true, no one would ever mistake  her for a born and bred frenchwoman.<strong>”I confess my bravery was higher when back in my classroom”</strong>she glanced around the room and smiled at those that greeted her.<strong>”Have you been at the school long?”</strong><br/><br/>She waited and hoped that the kind Professor would show her to an acceptable seat, perhaps even introduce her to a few of her fellow teachers. It was hard enough moving from one country to another, but even more so when you knew not a single living soul in that new land. All of her nearest and dearest were back home, in the exotic and warm lands of Colombia. Ana shivered, and silently wondered if she would ever get used to such a cold climate. To others born in France it might have seemed to be a warm day, but to Ana it was freezing.