<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>Professor Jerome Bellerose, Annalise Lachance (NPC)<br/><hr/>Anais gave the man a grateful smile, glad he wasn’t going to be the way some people were when around a young child in public. So many just didn’t seem to understand that kids weren’t going to behave 100% of the time. They cry. They throw tantrums. They want to get attention from people around them… Try as a parent might to keep a tight rein on them, it was often easier said than done. And once they started walking? Good luck!<br/><br/>“I’m still trying to figure out when she got so quick!” she said, letting out a small laugh. It took a few moments, but Annalise soon enough seemed to give up on trying to reach the nose of the man in the seat, and instead relaxed, contenting herself with playing with a teething toy Anais produced from her purse. Burbling around the soft plastic, she chewed on it and watched her mother’s face even as Anais lifted her eyes back to the man she’d been talking to.<br/><br/>After a long moment, her eyes went wide. “Professor Bellerose?” she asked breathlessly, finally recognizing him. It hadn’t been long, after all, since her last potion’s class and she remembered the man well. True she had changed greatly, but he really hadn’t. He was as quiet and studious as ever, the picture of what one might expect from the professor of such a serious study as Potions.<br/><br/>“You probably don’t remember me. I had you just a few years ago. Anais Lachance, I graduated a few years ago. You were the only teacher I had that almost gave me an M and not an R. Your final was the only one I thought I might actually fail,” she said with a laugh. She hadn’t, of course.  She’d managed to graduate with R’s in every subject, including potions, which she had begun to believe had been an absolute miracle and not the hours upon hours upon hours of study she’d put in every week of every month of every year. It had been her worst subject by far, outside of divination, and she’d nearly given herself an ulcer stressing out over it.<br/><br/>Shifting Annalise on her hip, she held a hand out to shake his own, hoping deep down that she’d left an impression that was good enough that he<em>did</em>remember her, no matter how unlikely it was. “It looks like we’re going to be colleagues now,” she commented with a cheeky smile. “Headmistress Delacroix asked me to come on as the new Charms professor.”