<div class="floatleft">(https://24.media.tumblr.com/d32e64c7793514dd2ee9190f2b890625/tumblr_mzsfxr3auR1r7wrq1o1_400.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong>Gustav Giuseppe Beauvais<br/><strong>Year/House:</strong>Second Year, Bellefeuille<br/><strong>Relationship Status:</strong>Attached<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>white shirt, slacks, dress shoes, and suspenders (https://24.media.tumblr.com/9b1597461e7b37d3f7cf74f1f56728c4/tumblr_mzeyf42ZIQ1t6yu02o1_500.jpg)<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Lyon carriage<br/><strong>Date:</strong>September 1<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Anders<hr/><br/>Gustav’s lips shifted into a tight line, creating an expression of confusion upon his face. Silently, he pondered his opinion on Anders’ statement rather than risk being overheard by some of the overzealous bats crawling the carriage. He was not exactly sure if his friend’s summer might have been livelier with the presence of a woman. Women were lacked the savored predictability of a perfectly made ganache. They were both bitter and sweet. Like a coin, one could not be sure which side would end up in the palm of their hand. “Perhaps,” Gustav said thoughtfully, “With the right woman.”<br/><br/>He almost wished their conversation remained within the safe confines of a probable summer fancy than shift to his uncle's precarious state of being. To see a once prideful and vibrant man brought to his knees by illness was painful to witness even for those hardened to life's unsavory lows. Gustav had witness many creatures die and plenty crop wither from the moment he develop an awareness of his surroundings. Still, it did little to rinse away the pangs of sadness he experienced within the last week when in the company of a dying man.<br/><br/>He watched Anders face closely as if attempting to read what might lie beneath the surprise of his friend's calm exterior. Gustav merely nodded his head in understanding not agreement to missing Beauxbaton's. Then again, he supposed there were some aspects worthy to be missed. "Brooms," he repeated then spared a glance upward, noticing the tail end of Ander's broom poking out from its compartment. "Believe it or not, I may try out for my house's team this year. I have no idea of what position. Maybe chaser or something. Hell, benchwarmer would be nice rather than being outright denied." Gustav had been tempted to try out last year after a night partaking in liquid courage. But after witnessing the carefree antics of his peers on their fancy brooms, he had grown discouraged by his lack of experience. However, he was hopeful for this school year. Not that much had changed this year other than his resolve being a touch stronger. "How long have you been on the team again? I wouldn't be surprised if you made captain  this year."