<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 was nervous. She had taught at a small school prior to being accepted to Beauxbatons, but the children were young and forgiving. Her accent had been stronger that it was now, but not by much. Her voice, enhanced with a rhythmic beat intonation, was often seemed to caress the sense, while she did her best to avoid the swallowing of letters so common in other countries, that Ana could at times over pronounce a word or two. The more nervous or fueled by desire, the thicker her dialect became.<br/><br/>She had chosen one of her favorite colours to help build her courage. Courage she would need more than ever as she stepped into the Grand Hall and made her way across the room. Ana had spent the last few days setting up her classroom and organizing her personal quarters. She had been pretty much left on her own as she had suspected that her fellow teachers would have their own preparations to complete. Today, however, there would be no hiding away, using excuses of being “busy” to avoid taking that first step. Yes, Ana enjoyed meeting new people, and yes she was generally a very pleasant person. But it was still that first step that was the hardest to take.<br/><br/>Was it her, or did the sound of her heels clacking against the floor sound much louder than what was normal? In reality her shoes hardly made a sound as she walked across the hall, it was only the throbbing in her ears, and the sound of her blood rushing through her veins that were causing the chaos inside of her head. Thankfully, Ana didn’t show any outwardly signs of just how nervous she actually was. The closer she came to the group of teachers that had gathered the slower her steps became. One thoughts filtered through her mind<em>where do I sit?</em><br/>