<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:</strong>In a Carriage<br/><strong>Date:</strong>September 1<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Leaving Anders and Nionette, Claud<hr/><br/><br/><br/>Gustav wondered if his antics were a bit drastic when his friend's face suddenly paled with mortification rather than excitement. "Umm," he started to add more but it was already too late to repair his error. Nionette or, as Anders intimately called her, Nette was already standing within hearing distance of their chairs with an expectant look on her aristocratic face. It only took a matter of seconds for Gustav's face to glow bright red with embarrassment. He batted a few ideas in his mind of how to properly handle the situation shoved into his lap.<br/><br/>It felt like there were a million pairs of eyes on him. Gustav wiped his hand against the side of his face nervously then cleared his throat to avoid his voice croaking like someone's beloved toad. "Nionette," he said in a higher tone than normal before he cleared his voice and resumed in his normal tone, "Anders was just going on and on about." He paused unsure of what the girl might be interested in enough to see Anders as a potential conversation partner throughout the duration of the ride to the castle. Thankfully, Gustav was not required to come up with a creative and in all likelihood implausible excuse due to the carriage unexpectedly jerking forward into motion. " Gustav lost his balance and bumped right into the the girl in the process before he pulled back sharply to avoid sending her into a crumbled heap. He quickly regained his footing then reached out in attempt to steady her. Anders probably wanted to kill him. Luckily enough, his assistance was not required. Nionette proved able to handle herself without any help on his part. "My apologies. You better take a seat. In fact, why not take this one."<br/><br/>That was his brilliant idea. He could see Anders facepalm out the corner of his eye. Before his friend could utter a word of protest, he reached out to grab his belongings and unhook his owl from her position. When Nionette tried to protest, he cut her off before she could even get a world out. "I'm fine really. I was going to change seats even before you boarded the challenge." Gustav feigned an expression of pain and patted his stomach. His owl did not find the movement entertaining at all so she fluttered about in her cage and nicked at his fingers with her sharp beck. "Ouch! I mean, ouch. My stomach. I need to sit closer to the bathroom." Some of the people in nearby seats began to laugh at his expense. However, this was the pains of being someone's wingman. Embarass yourself so they could look better. "Ahh! Aahh! I really need to go!"<br/><br/>Unable to look at the girl's face, Gustav slipped past her and tried not to stumble as the carriage continued to jerk about. Only once a fair distance away did he glance over his shoulder to see Nionette decided to sit next to Anders. It made his minute of humiliation worth it. With the carriages from all over France and other countries connecting to each other, there were a hell of a lot more students. Of course, most of them were seated by their friends while others had their bags placed in their empty seats with a growl that discouraged him from even bothering to ask. One girl quite frankly told him to jump off a cliff. Finally, he grew tired and stopped in front of an empty seat. Not bothering to ask, he tossed his belongings in the overhead compartment then placed his owl's cage on the hook. It was only then did he noticed the blood swelling from the cuts delivered from his loving owl. Gustav tossed the owl a glare which she gave back for all her worth.<br/><br/>Rather than have a staring contest with an owl, he turned to the menace known as Claudette then held out his hand for silence before that snappish tongue could lash out at him. "I have been searching for a seat for about five minutes now, and I am going to sit here hether if you want me to or not." He shook his hand for emphasis but did not exactly count on the blood to splatter. "Oh no."