<div class="floatleft">(http://ilarge.listal.com/image/3063774/936full-paula-zago.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><strong>Character's Name:</strong> Marcelline Zoé Rex<br/><strong>Nicknames:</strong> Zoé (common), Rex (common), Marcie (hates it)<br/><strong>Age &amp; Birth date:</strong> 19. <em>July 21st, 1995</em><br/><strong>Relationship Status:</strong> Single.<br/><strong>Year/House:</strong> 3rd, Bellefuille<br/><strong>Location:</strong> Belgium Carriage &gt;&gt; Combined Carriage, Near Gustav and company.<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 1st.<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong> Professor Fauchex &gt;&gt; Gustav, Jean-Paul, Lenore, Luc.<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>This, sans bag (http://media-cache-ec0.pinimg.com/736x/49/e4/0c/49e40c847b7db806bd64bc785c07b350.jpg). Messenger Bag. (http://img0.etsystatic.com/006/0/5520134/il_570xN.391262034_9rj2.jpg)<br/><strong>Jace:</strong> (http://cdn-www.dailypuppy.com/dog-images/arlo-the-australian-shepherd_38593_2009-12-10_w450.jpg) Present<br/></span><hr/><hr/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: timesnewroman;"><br/><br/>Marcelline had went through her truly <em>boy crazy</em> phase of life, and was well beyond it, but the simple fact remained that she had perked up when Professor Fauchex relented to her questions, a grin overtaking her face. Marcelline quirked an eyebrow at the mention of what she could only assume to be the teacher's preferences - cute blondes, blue eyes, <em>accents</em>. That last one was a shared interest between the two, the few times she'd been near someone with a British accent she had certainly swooned. Motioned closer, she leaned forward, only to be subjected to hearing the same preferences in women she'd spoken of for men, and causing Marcelline to not only flush red, but her eyes to even widen slightly. Any ability to talk about that particular subject escaped her at that moment, which she assumed was not only a rare one for Ms. Fauchex to share with a student, but also not something she could ask about later. Well.. she could, but likely not in any way that wouldn't be awkward as hell. Once she'd straightened up and resumed her <em>proper</em>, she returned to her seat as well, giving talking a chance.. "I.." and then wishing she hadn't acknowledged it at all, so curious as to how the woman <em>knew</em>. Was it really that obvious? Marcelline wasn't all that sure, but she certainly hoped not.. Subtlety wasn't exactly her strong suit, anyways.<br/><br/>Free time was not something that she allowed herself to take for granted, and though the time spent with Ms. Fauchex certainly always had that oddly <em>school</em> feeling to it, not once had she regretted using her time in that fashion. She sat there listening, thankful she'd have time, and that the woman seemed more than a little interested in going out of her way for Marcelline. Well, that's how she took it, anyways, and some part of her mind connected the way her professor worded things to the prior implication that they also both liked women... mostly true, though her actual experience with the same-sex was nil. All of that compared with the way she'd stammered earlier just lent itself well to keeping her face red, every moment spent looking out the window one of relief. She was even glad that the woman was excited about the new year herself, though she hadn't turned her attention back until the woman had poised her question.<br/><br/>"Do treat the new first years very well though, but then again, I have a feeling I don't need to even say that to you, do I?"<br/><br/>Looking back to Desiree, she laughed, shrugging lightly. "Not really. I'm the least of any first-year's problems." It was true - Marcelline wouldn't pick on much of anyone, and in fact reserved even most minor teasing for friends or other folk who knew she didn't mean it. Didn't mean she was infallible, though, and in fact often found herself judging lots of the first years quite hastily. It generally never became public knowledge, as anyone judged negatively often was kept at some comfortable distance, but she really did much more good then harm. She tilted her head to the side when the Professor suggest she go find her friends, which drew her eyes up to the other woman's, a smile on her still red-tinted face. "Awkward to be talking to you? Not for me, but, I'll take the hint." She teased right back, biting her lip as she scooped up dog and bag all at once, as if it were a normal practice. "I'll see you soon, Ms. Fauchex?" And, proving she was certainly going to go without much more request than she'd already made, she moved to the door, half-thinking about giving her a hug, but fully deciding against it. Once she'd answered, she spoke once more, "Thank you for the company. It was nice talking to you." And then left their shared carriage, crossing walkways and cutting through until she'd caught sight of Gustav.<br/><br/>From her approach, it was blatantly obvious that he was talking to some number of people, only one of which she recognized besides him in any capacity as more than just some other student: Leonore. She'd met the girl through Gustav at about the same time she'd met him, making it almost a package deal, but ultimately didn't have any problems with her. The few times they'd all been around one another had went well enough, though it was all still pretty new. Without hesitation, she'd approached, now awake and much-too-excited pup struggling in her arm's grasp right up until she'd brought the dog close enough to lick Gustav's arm. Instead of giving him a second personalized greeting, she simply chuckled, turning her eyes on the two unknown boys, and offering everyone a simple "Hello, everyone."  Jace obviously wanted down, at this point, and his owner obliged, thankful the dog resisted doing much more than putting its forelegs up on Gustav's leg, begging for pets. <br/></span>