<div class="floatleft">(http://i127.photobucket.com/albums/p121/Mab_faerie/Elliquiy/Beauxbatons%20Academy/EmilieEve_zps84bc92d6.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>Beauxbaton School Uniform, Fall/Winter Version (http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=112894508)<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Bern Carriage<br/><strong>Date:</strong>September 1st<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Afanassii, Marston, OPEN<br/><br/><hr/>Settling back into her seat, Emilie offered both Afanassii and Marston a smile but remained silent for a lingering moment. She was unsure of how exactly she should respond to their compliments, would it be polite enough to merely thank them or would more be expected of her? Would her silence be construed as vanity or simply cause her to appear as even more of a shrinking violet?<br/>Luckily for her, Poe chirped to life the moment she slid into view and proceeded to chatter and caw accusingly at her, as if only now noticing she'd left him in the first place. The little bird seemed downright furious at Emilie and she wondered if perhaps he disliked her new ensemble. Maybe this was the birds way of saying 'Human, you've redecorated yourself and I hate it!' Emilie thought.<br/><br/>"Oh, now he chirps to life, does he? I bet he slept all through my absence, didn't he? He's only up now so he can strut about looking as if I'd betrayed him by leaving him alone for more than five seconds." Emilie laughed, taking the small cage onto her lap and opening its door to let the misshapen, black fuz-ball poke his head out.<br/>"Might as well let him feel free for a moment while we still have some time left on our ride." She murmured while trying to coax the little bird out of his cage who remained stubbornly cautious of her new attire.<br/><br/>"If you don't like blue clothes, little Poe, I certainly have some bad news for you. This school year will not be pleasant." Deciding at last that the bird was simply too stubborn to be swayed, Emilie attempted to close the cage door but Poe darted his way out of it and on to her lap at last.<br/>"I swear he can't make up his mind. Still, thank you both for keeping tabs on him while I changed. I doubt he's very happy about you co-conspiring against him, of course. Seems he doesn't agree about me in shades of blue-- Look, I'm sorry Poe, curse my sudden but inevitable betrayal--what more do you want from me?" Emilie teased the bird as he began pecking at the sleeves of her dress vehemently.<br/><br/>"There's no helping him. Alright, what were you two discussing? Muggles in the Wizarding community? Oh, the<em>meaning</em>of the word itself in regards to the community? Well, I wouldn't say it's negative exactly. I mean, I think it's just the word they use for non-magical folk, isn't it? Sort of like calling someone a Baker or a Plumber. It's not an insult, it's just who they are." Emilie replied but all the while she turned the thought over in her head, trying to pull from what sources she knew of and form a better answer as she spoke.<br/><br/>"I suppose perhaps some of the more picky families obsessed with blood-status might feel differently though. Being a muggle-born seems to be regarded as lower in status than having been born from a predominantly wizarding family. I think it's not very different from being born 'rich' versus being born 'poor' where the measure of ones 'wealth' is measured in regards to how many magical people are in ones family instead of how many coins. I'll be sure to ask my Uncle next time we speak, he'd have a better answer for that one, I think."<br/><br/>