<div class="floatleft">(http://i867.photobucket.com/albums/ab235/bloodiedporcelain/elcharacterpics/beauxbatons/ladyprofessor3_zps7d15e8ad.jpeg)</div><strong>Character Name (PC):</strong>Professor Anais Lachance (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=193964.msg9464986#msg9464986)<br/><strong>Relationship Status:</strong>Single<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>This (http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=110483339)<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Bern Carriage<br/><strong>Date:</strong>Sept 1st<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Afanassii Abez'iana (noticing), Professor Jerome Bellerose, Annalise Lachance (NPC)<br/><hr/>The morning they were supposed to leave was hectic for Anais Lachance. Her little girl was antsy and knew was something up, the two year old wandering around their hotel room, calling out words related to things and sounds around her. Anais just smiled through the stress, watching the glossy black curls bounce around her baby girl's face as she packed away the last of their things. They'd spent the last week in Switzerland, taking an impromptu vacation before the work year would begin and she wouldn't have much chance for quality time, and not wanting to spend a week in their now empty flat waiting for the day the carriage would arrive. They saw some of the sights, spent time playing and cuddling in their hotel room, and just generally not having a care for the world. It was blissful. It was peaceful. Even the fact that little Annalise had a new tooth coming in didn't seem to ruin the trip.<br/><br/>"Ben!" Annalise called, slapping her hand against the bed as Anais once more checked over their bags to be sure she hadn't forgotten anything.<br/><br/>"Yes, mon précieux. Bed," Anais answered with a smile.<br/><br/>Annalise seemed pleased with her mother's repetition of her word and toddled over, her tiny feet encased in a pair of shiny black toddler dress shoes and her legs in grey tights, a pale blue dress around her small form. Her black, doll like curls were soft and shone in the light, and her big blue eyes, so much like her mothers, looked up at the older woman adoringly. "Mama? Up?" Without another word, Anais scooped her up and perched her on one well curved hip while her free hand gathered their bags, slinging her purse over her shoulder and grabbing the strap of her bag and their rolling suitcase with the other as she headed for the door.<br/><br/><div align="center">~*~*~*~</div><br/>A short ride in a muggle taxi later, and they were as close as they could get to the drop off point without garnering suspicion. Anais paid the cab driver before putting Annalise right back on her hip where she belonged and the two set off to meet the carriage.<br/><br/>On board, the petite redhead  cast her eyes around as one of the attendants took her bags and stowed them away. She spotted a young man with long blonde hair who looked gloriously relaxed and bored in a seat nearby, but it was an older man who most got her attention, as as soon as she set Annalise down, the toddler took off down the aisle and straight for the back of the carriage. "Annalise! No!" she cried, but it was too late. Tiny little hands accompanied a squeal of delight, reaching out and pushing the periodical the man held in his hands up toward his chest and out of the way of the little girl, whose crystal blue eyes looked up at him curiously.<br/><br/>"Nose!" the girl cried, pointing at his face, and a moment later, Anais caught up, looking breathless and mortified.<br/><br/>"I'm so sorry, monsieur. She's a bit anxious today." Her hands moved immediately to scoop the little girl up and in to her arms, but Annalise seemed quite intent on the man she'd disturbed.<br/><br/>"Nose!" she cried, and Anais's cheeks turned a darker shade of pink.<br/><br/>"Yes, mon précieux, that's his nose. Now come on, lets find our seats," she answered, beginning to turn away even as Annalise tried to lean toward the other professor, finger stretching desperately, as if she was intent on touching the tip of his nose.<br/><br/>"Nooooooose!" she called happily, though there was a hint of frustration in her tone too, and it was growing more and more apparent as her mother tried to find a seat with the squirming toddler in her arms.