Isabeau, who's name did stick out as foreign among her two students, was standing by the lake, completely unfazed by the layer of icy mist clinging to the ground. It would disappear as the day went on, and this time of year, the wind could be bitterly cold whilst at the same time direct sunlight was pleasant and warm. But not much elemental influence effected her. She was used to cold, heat, humidity, dryness, and even living long periods by a source of electricity.<br/><br/>When the two would emerge from the tower, they would see her with her arm outstretched, softly lifting up, in a coaxing motion, and several clusters of ice were rising from the water, like giant, frozen water lily's. They were only twice as tall as her, thicker at the bottom.<br/><br/>"Alright kid's, I got gardening to do, so I'm leaving you some practical work. If you're smart and work together, you'll break all of these by noon. Good luck"<br/><br/>And she left, leaving them, once again, to their own devices. Her teaching methods were very different from the Coven's schools, much more reliant on team work, experimentation, and lack of guidance. She knew that being able to solve these problems without text books would be a far greater service to them in the future...