<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/Date:</strong>In a Carriage, September 1<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Leonore, Jean-Paul Lesperance, Luc-Ambroise, and Marcelline<hr/><br/>Interest flickered on Gustav’s face when Leonore mentioned being busy over the summer holiday. By the way in which she spoke the words, he had the faintest inclination that her porcelain features had not been pressed between the pages of some boring novel. When she did not elaborate, her summer became steeped in mystery for him.<br/><br/>What had she done?<br/><br/>He was almost tempted to compensate for her lack of description by creating different and highly inappropriate scenarios in which to place her but then Margo’s face appeared in his mind to keep him on the right path. He turned his face downward and watched as Leonore not only pet owl but escaped without her blood being drawn.<br/><br/>It probably should not have mattered but he was pleased with his friend’s growing comfort level with the outdoors and animals especially other than the traditionally domesticated type. Leonore was a natural with animals. Gustav found she just needed a little guidance and maybe a shove in the right direction when her hesitations almost crippled her into cowardice. He smirked when Weib displayed a small inkling of her favor towards him before returning to her mistress’ shoulder.<br/><br/>Soon enough, Gustav and Leo were close enough to the two upperclassmen males for a verbal exchange to occur, and he found himself hoping for Leonore’s sake it did not turn unpleasant. As per usual, she took complete control of the situation without permitting him to utter a word at first, letting it become known that he had the Leo stamp of approval. It reminded him of the times in the boys' dorms after a few stolen drinks when his roommate swore up and down Leo had been a dominatrix in her past life. “Nice to meet you guys,” he said with a nod of his head in greeting to both males. He knew more of Ambrosie than Jean Paul mostly due to keeping up with the player stats and performance in Quidditch games.<br/><br/>His attention lingered with Jean-Paul when he spoke about the available chair with a tone which reminded him of the airs rich people put on when forced to tolerate commoners. Part of him knew the only reason why the older Ombrelunes even tolerated his presence was due to who stood next to him. It was at the tip of Gustav’s tongue to say the hell with the chair. However all that would do was put him higher on the males' blacklist of people to mess with later in the school year. Instead he gritted his teeth together, causing his jaw to flex from irritation, and dealt with the situation by not saying a word in response. He expelled a sharp breath from his mouth then proceeded for the second time to load his baggage into the overhead compartment. To help his owl feel a little bit more secure about her surroundings, he unlatched the cage’s door even though Tink would not attempt to fly out. His owl just liked to know the option was available even if she had little intention of using it.<br/><br/>“Lyons actually.” He said in response to Jean Paul’s question politely. “Why did you assume Paris?”  Part of him wondered if he gave off that Parisian vibe but something told him that was not the case. He was a rural boy through and through. His face fell a little when Ambrosie asked him about Quidditch mostly due to his anxiety about it despite Anders intention to help him. Gustave's cheeks felt warm all of sudden because he realized Ambrosie had probably heard about his shame of a tryout last year. "No!" He said instantly louder than intended. "I just mean I'm a better fan than player. I will leave the actual game to the professionals."<br/><br/>Just when he was about to take his seat, the whimpers of pup nearby and turned to notice Marcelline approaching with one of his favorite dogs. Sometimes he joked the only reason why he dealt with her was to have unlimited access to Jace. He grinned widely at her then reached down to give the dog a long scratch behind the ear. "I missed you too, you fleabag."His eyes lifted to find Marcie's before he decided to be a pain in her ass. “Marcie,” he teased with a mischievous in his dark brown eyes then leaned forward as if he planned to kiss the her. Instead once he was close enough, Gustav quickly pinched her cheeks hard grandparents' style. “Now you choose to appear! I had a foot the size of France up my ass earlier.” If anything was clear from this exchange, it was that the young male felt more comfortable with members of his house. The whines and impatient pats of the dog at his leg caused Gustav to release Zoé to pick up the dog. "You wouldn't let that mean wolverine near me, would you? Unlike your owner..."<br/>