<div class="floatleft">(http://i975.photobucket.com/albums/ae240/samanthamazur/dFNG5BTi033S_zpsa5e722e0.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name PC:</strong>Claudette Nadeen Touchet<br/>(goes by Claud) (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=193964.msg9460236#msg9460236)<br/><strong>Relationship Status:</strong>Single<br/><strong>House and Year</strong>Ombrelune, second year student<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Carriage from Paris<br/><strong>Date:</strong>September 1st<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Ettiene - Open<br/><br/>*wearing (http://fashionistatrends.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/10/classy-outfits-44.jpg)<br/><br/><hr/><br/><strong>”Ouch, Ettiy… you’re hurting my hand!”</strong>He wasn’t. Claudette was lying through her teeth, but it all went to set the scene. She watched as he stormed off and tried very hard to fight the smirk pulling at her lips. She had to bite the inside of her cheek to prevent the smile from blooming. It hurt, but sacrificing had to be made.<br/><br/>Taking a moment to look pained, Claudette rubbed her wrist and pushed forward, following Ettiene to the empty seat he was now pouting in.<strong>”Cheer up will you please. Honestly, you look as miserable as the ridiculous smiling cowboy. They must be desperate if they are letting in Americans now. I’m seriously thinking of changing schools.”</strong>As she spoke Claudette purposely crossed her legs, allowing her grey skirt to rise up and show a fair amount of curvaceous leg.<br/><br/>She began fussing with her top, ignoring the fact that Ettiene obviously wanted to be alone.<strong>”I think it might stain”</strong>grumbled the brunette as she scratched at the fabric, hoping to draw his eyes to her breasts. She remembered he enjoyed them during their private encounter.<strong>”You should teach her a lesson”</strong>suggested the sultry brunette as she reached for his hand to stroke along his finger. Her pretty green eyes tracked his, trying to read his inner thoughts from the small signs unintentionally offered.