<div class="floatleft">(http://i127.photobucket.com/albums/p121/Mab_faerie/Elliquiy/Beauxbatons%20Academy/emilie_zps977a0893.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name (PC/NPC):</strong>Emilie Callahan (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=193964.msg9475925#msg9475925)<br/><strong>Year/House:</strong>1st Year<br/><strong>Relationship Status:</strong>Single<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Well-loved Travel attire and messenger bag. (http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=110834464)<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Bern Carriage<br/><strong>Date:</strong>September 1st<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Afanassii Abezi'ana<br/><br/><hr/><br/>"Actually, I'm Irish. Oh, but, uhm, I lived in America for a few years and France for another so I guess it's a bit of an odd mix now. I<em>think</em>it's predominantly Irish though, with weird undertones popping up here and there, probably. I certainly don't blame you for being unable to trace it, at any rate." Emilie explained her accent, curious as to whether others might find it strange or if she was just worrying needlessly again.<br/><br/>When Afanassii bowed to Poe, Emilie found herself unable to suppress a laugh. It was a strange thing for him to do for a bird but also sort of charming at the same time. Somehow she couldn't help but be willing to play along with it.<br/>"Well now I just look uncultured!" Emilie teased, already forming a plan in mind.<br/><br/>Not to be outdone, the Irish girl stood and faced the tabby cat. With a bit more flourish and formality than was necessary, she gave the cat an equally classic bow and announced, "Lovely to meet you, I do not think I have had the pleasure of learning your name. Mine is Emilie Callahan. I hope we will be great friends."<br/><br/>Chuckling still she returned to her seat and glanced back to Afanassii, a bit of an embarrassed twinge of red to her cheeks, "Sorry, that must have seemed very silly of me, yes?"<br/>Waiting a beat, she added, "Well either way it's too late to take it back. If I should look like a fool at least it is only in front of one person and not an entire school." She wondered for a moment if perhaps that was what friendship was about? The willingness to look like an idiot in front of a crowd and not caring about the outcome? She wasn't so sure she had it right. For the most part it just seemed too simple an answer.<br/><br/>"I don't think you're a nuisance at all. I mean, I hardly know you so my judgement call probably isn't worth much if we're being frank, but you seem nice enough... and, well, nice is good. right?" Offering a shy smile, Emilie glanced away and out the window for a moment before pondering aloud, "I wonder when the carriage will be leaving. We've been here for some time, don't you think?"<br/><br/>Excluding shopkeeps and tourist guides, this was probably the longest conversation Emilie had experienced in quite some time. Part of her hoped that perhaps she was making progress, while another part supposed that there is always something to be said for people going one-way on a carriage with no option to leave.<br/>She didn't want to kid herself after all, it wasn't as if Afanassii (or anyone else in the carriage for that matter) would just be planning to hop off at a moments notice. She might be making a friend, or she might just be conversing with someone too polite to move to another part of the carriage. She hoped it was the former because the latter was too depressing to think about for any great length.