<div class="floatleft">(http://i975.photobucket.com/albums/ae240/samanthamazur/ConnieAvie_zps1bd48eb5.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name PC:</strong>Constance Maree Jeannie Beauregard<br/>(goes by Connie) (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=193964.msg9449326#msg9449326)<br/><strong>Relationship Status:</strong>Dating  Ettiene Bonhomme  (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=193964.msg9427792#msg9427792)<br/><strong>House and Year</strong>Papillonlisse, second year student<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Carriage from Marseilles<br/><strong>Date:</strong>September 1st<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Ettiene, Abel, Kenneth and Open<br/><br/>*wearing (http://media-cache-ec0.pinimg.com/736x/a5/4e/85/a54e855a2c8caa9d55da19e04dccd585.jpg)<br/>*note, she is not wearing the hat*<br/><br/><br/><hr/><br/>Constance grew quiet as the boys teased and wrestled among themselves. She was feeling rather pouty having been told that there would be no further or future discussion over her best friend. This was how their disagreements always started. So much for having a year without fighting. Her mood only grew worse as Ettiene and his friends disputed her opinion on Gustav’s attractiveness. Okay, so he was a little wrinkled and not as presentable as some, or most of the boys that shared the halls of Beaubatons Academy, but he had a sweet smile and kind eyes. Constance liked him, plain and simple.<br/><br/>Turning her head, Constance watched the passing skyline as the carriages made their way to the school. Her arms folded across her chest as she continued to ponder life. She was not skinny! Looking down at her lap, Connie smoothed her dress over her knees and tried not to take their words to heart. Her pout grew stronger.<br/><br/>Suddenly Constance rose to her feet. With her head held high She moved towards the aisle and paused as she watched in horror as a chocolate frog found its way down her friends top. Shortly after Claudette was spoken to by an American? When did an American join Beauxbaton? A little voice inside of her begged for attention, drawing her focus back to what was happening.<strong>”Excuse me, I must help my friend.”</strong><br/><br/>Yes, Connie was not happy being told she was not to speak of Claudette again!<br/>