<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/96/70/6a/96706a76d333d9071acdf5ae16a5529f.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong>Trelisa Perrault (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=339010.msg16084882#msg16084882)<br/><strong>Date | Time:</strong>09 | 03 | 2022 - After Dinner<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Wandering the hallways lost.<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Ravenclaw Robes and uniform, jeans (https://i.pinimg.com/736x/75/a9/70/75a970909f83d4264df899b163680d5a.jpg) Lavender Contacts.<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Observations and being lost.<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>CJ, Open<br/><hr/>Though Trelisa's word had expressed frustration, it was just a mild annoyance for the most part. Honestly, if she had gotten worked up every time she got lost, she'd have gone mad ages ago. No doubt, one day, it'd be the end of her. She'd go to some ancient cursed tomb and not tell anyone, and her tale would end with,<em>, and then no one heard from her ever again</em>. Though another portrait might later give her help, she half suspected it'd be a few more turns or the stairs wouldn't be on the right, and then she'd end up in the dungeons rubbing elbows with the Slytherins. She'd heard they lived at the bottom of the castle under the lake. It sounded a bit gloomy to Trelisa but then, without seeing it herself, how could she judge?<br/><br/>She'd had her back turned when a voice suddenly rang out. Though she was surprised, she hadn't flinched. However, her head did turn quickly to regard who was speaking to her. Quickly, Trelisa's currently lavender-colored eyes gazed over the older student.<em>Or at least Trelisa assumed it was an older student right away, as she was familiar with the portrait Trelisa had just demanded answers from.</em>She was silent in those few seconds as she observed the older student.<br/><br/>Gold and black robes and a friendly demeanor made it easy to mark her as a Hufflepuff.<em>Not that Hufflepuff had the patent on being friendly</em>. Was that a perfect badge!? Now that<em>was</em>a lucky turn of events. A Prefect should know her around the school. As Trelisa's eyes carried back up the young woman's body and to her face, she'd take a moment to appreciate the beauty of her new acquaintance as well. Her eyes settled on her lips for just a second before lavender eyes rested on brown eyes, and Trelisa greeted CJ with an inviting smile.<br/><br/>"You don't think so," Trelisa asked, and the traces of a French accent just under Trelisa's British one might be detected. Trelisa had spent most of her life in London, but her first eight were in France, and she hadn't entirely lost her accent yet. "I wonder if the journey he might send me wouldn't be rather a great deal longer than yours." Trelisa mused playfully. Comfortable in any company, even from someone she didn't know.<br/><br/>As the prefect extended her hand, Trelisa took. "Trelisa Perrault," Trelisa replied, taking the woman's hand graciously. "It's a<em>pleasure</em>CJ" Trelisa added as she gripped CJ's hand before releasing it.<br/><br/>"If you wouldn't mind helping me leg it to the Ravenclaw common room, that'd be lovely," Trelisa said with a soft smile, her eyes staying comfortably on her new acquaintance's eyes as she spoke. "I'm likely to sleep out in the hallways tonight otherwise" she mused with a soft chuckle, accepting CJ's offer for help.<br/><br/>She posed it as a joke, but it was a genuine possibility and not at all an unlikely fate later in the year.