<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/>With her attention drawn to the pocket watch she'd been turning over in her hands, Emilie didn't pay any heed to the voice that called something out and then paused in wait for a reply that never came. It wasn't until the feeling of being stared at broke through her concentration and caused her to shift her gaze upward.<br/>"Ah, sorry?" She stammered, suddenly feeling very embarrassed for not realizing that the voice who had spoken a moment prior was directed at her.<br/><br/>"Oh! Hello, uhm, Hi. Sorry." Realizing that this figure would probably need more to go on, Emilie added after a beat, "I'm sorry, my name is Emilie. Uhm, Emilie Callahan. I didn't realize you were speaking to me, I apologize." The more she spoke, the more she felt like an absolute fool. She was apologizing too much, nobody ever apologized three times in one sentence, she looked like an idiot.<br/><br/>As if her stammering apologies weren't enough to make things awkward, Emilie worried that perhaps her accent would be off-putting. The undeniable Irish undertones bled through her french no matter how she tried to mask them, giving Emilie cause for concern that perhaps this stranger might assume she didn't properly understand how to speak french, as it obviously wasn't her first language. Would it be rude to tell him that she knew proper French and he needn't worry? Emilie had the feeling that it might be, so she decided to push such unsubstantiated concerns aside and try not to mess things up as usual.<br/><br/>"And your name is?" She asked, taking a moment to get a good look at the person who had addressed her. Lean, attractive and long-haired; He was startlingly pretty for a boy. At least, Emilie was<em>semi-convinced</em>he was a boy. For a moment she wondered if it would be rude of her to ask him but again decided against it. Erring on the side of caution seemed to be her safest bet for the time being.<br/><br/>A hint of motion drew Emilies gaze towards the cat that appeared to be resting comfortably in this new figures lap.<br/>"Oh, and Hello to you too." Emilie liked cats though she'd never owned one of her own, her mother was allergic and didn't want to be 'responsible' for it's upkeep. As far as she could tell owning a cat seemed like a pretty low level of responsibility but who was she to know for sure either way?<br/><br/>A short-lived cawing sound made Emilie aware of Poe, who was probably eyeing the strangers cat with severe apprehension and maybe a bit of Birdie-panic-attack.<br/>"Hush Poe, you're fine--It won't bother him, will it?" Emilie asked, glancing from the cat to Poe and back again.