<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/8/88/NifBianca1.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name (PC):</strong>Bianca Renard<br/><strong>Year/House:</strong>Astronomy Professor<br/><strong>Relationship Status:</strong>SIngle (widowed)<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>gray pencil skirt, black turtleneck, modest pumps<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Bern carriage<br/><strong>Date:</strong>September 1<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>open<br/><hr/>Bianca had nearly been late for the carriage leaving Bern which certainly wouldn't have made a proper example for her students but as it was she was able to get aboard and fight a seat just in time. She carried only a single bag with her as she'd spent the summer traveling alone throughout Europe which meant traveling light and in truth there was little she needed anyway. Most of her things had been left in storage at the school but even those belongings could be called meager as they were mostly what she had acquired over the course of the last school year with very little carried over from her previous life. She had given some thought to returning to Canada this summer to catch up with family and collect more of her things but in the end she'd decided she wasn't ready to face again the memory of her life with Alex and so for another season she'd been a gypsy.<br/><br/>She had smiles and quiet greetings for the others on the carriage but she'd sat alone, gazing out the window of the carriage as it lifted off, smiling as she listened to the pleasant hubbub of the students buzzing about returning to school. It spoke to her about how life was going on even if she wasn't and that was comforting to her in a strange sort of way just as the structured life at school had been good for her last year. A busy schedule had kept her too busy to brood or wallow in nostalgia which is just what she'd needed. Who knew, perhaps another year would start healing the wounds even further. She glanced up as she felt the carriages join and pulled out her notebook to go over the observations she made just the night before just outside of Geneva, looking up from time to time at any activity that briefly got her attention but otherwise was content to get lost in her notes.<br/>