<br/><div class="floatleft">(http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg157/onilobo/BL-7_zpsaf330971.jpg) (http://s247.photobucket.com/user/onilobo/media/BL-7_zpsaf330971.jpg.html)</div><div class="floatright">(http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg157/onilobo/Marstonsmom_zps592ec7db.jpg) (http://s247.photobucket.com/user/onilobo/media/Marstonsmom_zps592ec7db.jpg.html)</div><strong>Character Name(s) PC:</strong>Madeleine Desrosiers and Emmanuelle Harlaw<br/><strong>Relationship Status:</strong>Widowed / Widowed<br/><strong>Beauxbatons Alumni:</strong>Papillonlisse / Papillonlisse<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Arriving at the School (long before the carriage is scheduled to arrived)<br/><strong>Date:</strong>September 1st<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Annabelle Delacroix<br/><hr/><br/>Although the trip was short in a flying carriage, she would have preferred the long ride in the school carriage over sharing the ride over with her mother. Madeline turned to look at the youngest of her three daughters, the pureblood witch smoothed a slight crease in her skirts and robes and addressed her once more. "I hope my beloved grandson does not think himself free, to do as he pleases, because his grandmother is a governor."<br/><br/>"Because you showed so much favor to your other children and grandchildren?" Emmanuelle responded nonchalantly but with enough implication for the woman to perk an eyebrow. Rather then feel offense, the older woman cracked a smile. "And you claimed the boy inherited his father's cheek." She retorted, the youngest of the two knew she was bested and turned to look out the window once more. Her thoughts of her husband returned, the woman still in mourning, Madeline understood and moved to comfort her once more.<br/><br/>Upon arrival, the two ladies left the carriage. They were ahead of the carriage by a little under an hour which gave them plenty of time to speak with the Headmistress. Despite her comments in the carriage earlier, Marston's case was unique, he was two years older than the accepting age and knew little of magic. Madeline thought her grandson a squib at one point, but there was no denying a frightening moment her daughter described a little after the death of Edgar.<br/><br/>Madeline led the two up into the school, spotting her former housemate and current headmistress of the school. She would never date herself, but the second great war had not even started when they were "young" ladies, sorted into the same home and developing a friendship that had endured decades. "Excuse me miss, I am looking for the headmistress, you must be her daughter..." She greeted her old friend, smiling as she closed the gap between them, kisses exchanged onto each cheek.<br/><br/>"My daughter Emmanuelle" She motioned to her, Eman simply nodded politely and left the two to discuss and exchange pleasantries. The youngest of the two (not youngest looking) reached into her small charmed clutch and produced the wand she planned on gifting her son, a wand forged by a master wand maker back home who took the time to truly grasp the essence of her son and both family legacies coursing through his veins.