It would not be hard to figure out whom the coin purse belonged to upon close inspection… Its scent was that of a sweet spring breeze, with the softest fragrance of honeysuckle and lavender. Any who may have been around Professor Sloan for more then five seconds would know how her scent linger, even still within the halls as she continued on her delightful stroll allowing her fingertips to glide gently against the wall.