<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>Afanassii Abez'iana , Professor Jerome Bellerose, Annalise Lachance (NPC),<br/><hr/><br/>Anais gave both Jerome and Afanassii a grateful look when they didn’t seem to mind little Annalise’s playing, and when the young man, who introduced himself as something of a charms lover introduced himself, the redhead had to admit to herself that she was impressed with his manners. Most people didn’t bow these days, and they certainly didn’t bow to her… She had to remind herself that as a professor now, her position in life had changed. Her title now demanded a certain level of respect, but bowing seemed more than she could have ever expected or hoped for.<br/><br/>“It is lovely to meet you, Mr. Abez’iana,” she said politely. “Professor Lechance, and I look forward to putting your knowledge and skills to work in my classroom.”<br/><br/>As she and her student conversed, Annalise seemed to become distracted, no longer content with the new person she’d met, as his attention was no longer on her. Instead of talking to and playing with her, he was now more focused on her mother, and so she turned, wandering back the few feet to the end of the aisle, where the man she’d first seen upon entering the carriage still sat. Wandering over to him, her big blue eyes looked up in to his face and she lifted one hand, tiny fingers reaching, palm curling toward the sky, as if she were waiting for him to hand her something.<br/><br/>“Nose?” she asked, her tone shifting to one of hopeful questioning, and Anais glanced at her for a moment as she watched another student enter the carriage, this one a young woman who looked desperately awkward and out of place. As Afanassii went to speak to the newcomer, Anais smiled and relaxed in to her seat before looking back at Annalise, pausing for a moment to see if the Potions Master would engage her or if she should rescue him from her attentions.<br/><br/>Her hand was already hunting in her bag for another thing to keep her daughter occupied with, thinking perhaps she might be hungry, as her teething toy now lay forgotten in Anais’ lap. “Mon précieux? Are you hungry? Hmm?” And she was holding up a little bag of what appeared to be sweet fruit snacks, far healthier than their muggle equivalent, but still very much a child’s food.