<div class="floatleft">(http://i1226.photobucket.com/albums/ee406/Mostly_roleplay_pictures/People/Males/124_zps06b100c0.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name (PC):</strong>Luc-Ambroise de Sade (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=193964.msg9482367#msg9482367)<br/><strong>Year/House:</strong>4th Year; Ombrelune<br/><strong>Relationship Status:</strong>unattached<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>a brown suit and shiny dress shoes<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Carriage from Paris, Fance<br/><strong>Date:</strong>September 1st<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Jean-Paul Lesperance and Leonore Braun<br/><br/>"Maybe you can add some good word for Jean-Paul, Ambroise? I mean, I'm certain you'll get the Chaser position in the Quidditch them again for this year."  Leonore's words sent the Sade boy on an introverted trip. Even if he had thought Jean-Paul needed it - or deserved it - putting a good word in for him would mean dealing with those in charge of the team, an action that couldn't be completed without petitioning their captain. It was an all together unpleasant thought that Luc-Ambriose would end up indebted to the man. He had a complicated relationship with Bastien, the details of which were known only between the two of them. And now, the sixth year student was one of the few people who had a real effect on Ambroise's psyche. He'd rather not deal with him at all, but his pride and love of the game made it a necessary evil, though he did all he could to keep it to a minimum.<br/><br/><strong>"I hope I don't need any help to become the Seeker. If I do, that means there may be someone else out there better than me, right? And of course we want to win this year, so that wouldn't do at all."</strong>Jean Paul's response brought him back into the moment. His eyes jerked back towards the two of them and he gave a wry smile. "Precisely!" he said, delighted at Jean-Paul's putting the team first. "I kept my eye on the new students last year and I didn't see many that would make a fair run at Seeker, so I agree. Your chances are quite good."<br/><br/>"The village?" Ambroise repeated, giving a noncommittal shrug. "I suppose it's all in the title, really. There are a few shops and hang out spots but nothing too engrossing. But, I must admit I am biased. I greatly prefer the hustle and bustle of a large city like Paris so I come to view Beauxbatons village as a place the pales in comparison, although it is definitely welcome as an escape from the confines of school."