<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/7c/Isaavi.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name (PC/NPC):</strong>Professor Isabeau Washington (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=193964.msg9431124#msg9431124)<br/><strong>Relationship Status:</strong>Single<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Outfit (http://i980.photobucket.com/albums/ae282/caela_ecub/Misc%20Story%20Accessories/Clothes/clothes5.jpg), Shoes (http://i980.photobucket.com/albums/ae282/caela_ecub/Misc%20Story%20Accessories/Clothes/shoes8.jpg)<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Beauxbaton Carriage from Marseille<br/><strong>Date:</strong>Sept. 1<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Professor Matias Chevalier<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Isa chuckled softly when Matias teased her about being a novice at breaking hearts. He was right, it wasn't something she ever did deliberately. As a teenager she'd just been too uptight and had thought, mistakenly, that most of the boys at school (a young Matias included) were simply beneath her notice. She had had far more important, to her, things on her mind than boys and all the fluttery by-plays of teenage romance. As an adult now watching teenagers in the throes of their own teenage romances, she wasn't entirely sure she regretted skipping that particular milestone in her young life. She much preferred her adult dalliances to anything she could have encountered as a teenager.<br/><br/>Leaning forward to allow him to top off her glass of wine, the subtle drag of his fingers along the back of her calf making her skin shiver just a bit to his touch, she spoke softly, her voice only loud enough for him to hear, though anyone would have been able to see the sensual amusement lighting her eyes, "When I want to seduce you Professor, I promise you, it won't be on a carriage full of teenager," she said, her voice almost carrying a purr that promised she would find him at some point.<br/><br/>"As for that wager," she said, letting herself lean back, her voice rising to a normal level though most likely ignored by the students caught up in their own affairs and unlikely to be interested in those of their teachers, "What terms are you offering?" she asked, her lips curling into a daring smirk. She was clearly confident of her grandparents having any embarrassing photos of her, though it was, of course, entirely possible that some existed that she was unaware of.