<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/>"Only the most masochistic of my students would be in love with the Warden, and you know good and well that would hold no interest for me. The poor boys will have to learn to grow a backbone and speak to girls their own ages," she replied, her eyes glimmering with amusement. There was clearly a byplay happening in their conversation, but it wouldn't be obvious just what it was unless someone knew them much better than any of the other students in front of them would.<br/><br/>"I'd be more than happy to help in the greenhouses if you'd like...though<em>not</em>during your classes!" she added with a warm laugh. "I handle my own students, you get to handle yours," she added while he flipped through the book she'd bought him. She'd actually enjoyed reading it herself, the pictures were quite lovely and the article covered things about his family's history on their vineyard that it probably never even occurred to him to share. It had been an enlightening look at a, mostly, Muggle family and their lives. It was a perspective she didn't get much in her own family life.<br/><br/>She, the Warden, actually grinned when he found the picture of himself as a gawky youth, "It wasn't the reason I bought it no, but I thought it was a wonderful addition when I realized it was there. Hard to believe that awkward teenager grew into a handsome, debonair, Professor," she teased. "You will, however,<em>not</em>be finding any such awkward pictures of myself as the snobby little priss I was as a teenager...my grandparents are wise and have hidden all such evidence that could be used against me safely away where they will never be found," she said with a straight face and a sage nod, though the look didn't reach her eyes in the slightest which were dancing with mirth. She really had been uptight as a teenager.