<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, Annalise(mentioned)<br/><br/><hr/><br/>"You speak English? Really?" At this news Emilie seemed strangely delighted and in an instant she had swapped languages as fluidly as one would change clothes, "I had thought it would be best to stick to French, considering Beauxbaton is a French school, but if you are better with English and English is my native language..." She trailed off suggestively before adding, "Well, I mean, do you mind if we just speak English for now? At least for the remainder of the trip, perhaps?"<br/><br/>It wasn't until she'd turned the thought over in her mind for a moment that she felt the desire to ask,<br/>"But wait, you're Russian and you speak better English than you do French, Why are you attending Beauxbaton? Ah, I mean, I'm glad you are! Please don't misunderstand! I just wondered if perhaps there was not a Russian Magic School closer to home than this one? Ah, I suppose that also means I am assuming 'home' is even Russia at all. You may live somewhere else entirely. What do I know? After all, who am I to assume anything, my parents live in America and I'm still going to school all the way in France!" Emilie found herself rambling a bit in an attempt to hide the embarrassment she felt at having made what she considered to be foolish assumptions followed by a row of personal questions and statements.<br/><br/>Allowing her gaze to fall to her lap, Emilie did her best to ignore the hint of warmth in her face, hoping the faint flush of pink would go away on its own if she didn't think about it too much. She wished she could curb her intrinsic curiosity and stop asking so many damn questions all the time. More than that, she wished she knew the difference between what was the 'right' thing to say and what was 'wrong'. Never asking anything at all seemed polite, but how in the world could people go about their lives simply<em>not knowing</em>?<br/><br/>After a moment, she spoke again, choosing a broader topic this time. "You mentioned last year was barren as well? I am correct in believe you to be a returning student then? Could you tell me what the school is like? How are the classes, the houses, is the Library very large? Are you happy there?" Without skipping a beat, she shook her head and corrected herself, amending the prior question to something she considered less personal, "I mean, do you like it there?"  With a glance in the direction Afanassii had motioned to, Emilie caught sight of a little girl she hadn't been introduced to yet and smiled, "I think the professors must be kind." Emilie announced, her gaze still on the small girl as she said this.<br/>Raising a hand, Emilie offered a short wave in the girls direction, doubting the small child would even notice she'd been looking at her at all.