<div class="floatleft">(http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg157/onilobo/Marston_zps11eddc0b.png)</div><div class="floatright">(http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg157/onilobo/Eman_zps0b4fcf4a.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name (PC/NPC):</strong>Edgar Marston Harlaw Jr.<br/><strong>Year/House:</strong>Unsorted First year<br/><strong>Relationship Status:</strong>Sowing his wild oats<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Red Plaid cowboy shirt, cowboy hat, faded, well worn wrangler jeans, cowboy boots, rattlesnake skin belt an buckle. (http://images.luvimages.com/luvphotos/j/jason_aldean_in_a_cowboy_hat_and_plaid_shirt-1276.jpg)<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Boarding Paris Carriage<br/><strong>Date:</strong>September 1<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>His mother (Npc) - Isla, her dog and Virginie (assuming they are in seats opposite one another)<hr/><br/>The black luxury Sedan pulled up at the very last moment before the carriage left the stop. Marston stepped out and moved around the car to open the door for his mother, waving off their driver who was too slow to begin with. Emmanuelle Harlaw stepped out and looked at the carriage with a wistful twinkle in her eye as she was stepped back into her younger days. In that time, Marston loaded his two trunks, one magical and one that belonged to his father. As he circled back for his guitar case and mom, he looked at her and smiled, it was good to see her happy about something. Marston was not happy about putting his plans to go to college and play football on hold but he made a promise and Harlaw's didn't go back on their word. "Did you really have to wear the hat?" His mother asked, Marston nodded and gestured at her own. "Did you have to wear yours?"<br/><br/>"You sassing me boy?" She replied with a hint of the Texan drawl she had picked up from living in the States. "No Maam, just curious." Marston smiled as he took off his hat (for a brief moment) and gave his mom a hug as she returned a kiss to his cheek. The young man picked up his guitar case and began to move towards the carriage. "I still don't know why I just can't ride with you and Nan over to the school, It's only some carriage." Marston shrugged before walking out of range of his mom. "Trust your mother, I still know better than you." She waved and watched her son vanish into the carriage. The young woman stood and watched as the carriage pulled away, proud that her son was experiencing a part of her life she had once run away from but was happy she had (at that time).<br/><br/>Back on the carriage, Marston was slowly making his way down the isle in search for a seat. Anyone who looked his way long enough to pull his attention was nodded with a tip of his hat and a "howdy". A few seats opened up towards the back up until he was up close and he spotted the dog taking up one of the seats. The young woman across that isle was wearing some version of his own attire but it did not look properly broken in. "That is a nice looking dog you got ,hound-Wolf?" He asked the young woman stroking the dog's hair before looking over to the young woman in the black cowboy hat. "Howdy Miss, is the seat next to you occupied?" Marston asked in very basic french, his American (Texan) deep drawl were laced in his words, labeling him as a foreigner (if the attire had not already done so).