<div class="floatleft">(http://i975.photobucket.com/albums/ae240/samanthamazur/IslaAvie_zps78609c4d.jpg)</div><br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://www.irishdogs.ie/images/gallery/104/1873_album.jpg)</div></div>Character Name PC: Isla<br/>Relationship Status: Single<br/>House and Year first year<br/>Location: Carriage Paris<br/>Date: September 1st<br/>Tagging Open<br/><br/>The rather lovely young first year looked up from her book as she heard the conversations happening around her. Unlike her brother she was like some little butterfly, a hot house flower perhaps, she was obviously not altogether used to carriages such as this. Of course Isla was comfortable with an audience yet that was because she was always playing a character, sometimes she wondered if it would be more pleasant to be the roles she played.<br/><br/>The large white wolfhound woofed and then grumbled a little pleased that the damn cat that belonged to her brother was sleeping it licked her hand as if to give her some courage. She looked up from her book, a rather interesting anthology of muggle poetry from the twentieth century.<br/><br/>After listening to the various conversations a small smile passed her lips, it was just a hint and a slight blush over her lips.<strong> “I am so sorry I was rather caught up in my book, please excuse me if I appeared a little impolite.” </strong>Her eyes bowed down once more, hoping she was not intruding on another conversation she was not overly proficient at this sort of thing.<strong> “I hope I am not intruding.” </strong>Isla would just hate to do that, in that moment of trying to be brave she put a rather lovely bookmark in said book to keep her said place and then looked up once more. That gracious smile remained.<strong>“ This is my first time here, so I am feeling a little lost and brothers are often not helpful.” </strong>Though obviously she spoke French there appeared to be a slight lilt to it perhaps another accent, but that would only be if one was paying attention.<br/><br/>Looking about at the various faces and listening to the conversations was interesting so thus for the moment Isla placed a marker in book playing it on her knee. Then reached down to stroke her large and rather strange dog’s head.<br/>