<div class="floatleft">(http://media.screened.com/uploads/0/1805/451256-viserys_01.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name (PC):</strong>Julius Henri Flamel Phénix (Caesar)<br/><strong>Year/House:</strong>Bellefeuille - 6th Year<br/><strong>Relationship Status:</strong>Single<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>This (http://i197.photobucket.com/albums/aa266/afi_hottie/beauxboys_zpsc41facaf.jpg)<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Grand Hall<br/><strong>Date:</strong>September 1st, 2014<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Open<br/><hr/><br/>Julius had arrived before the most of the other students, partly due to his mother's insistence, partly due to him living in Cannes close by. He hadn't been on the carriage, as a matter of fact he had never taken the carriages, his parents had escorted him to school and introduced him to the headmistress on his first day.<br/><br/>Now he was sitting there again, in the great hall at the table of his mansion perched above him sitting in an open window was his family's phoenix Helios. He looked up at the headmistress and gave her a nod, a soft smile on his face. He felt a rush of excitement, he had been eagerly awaiting this day all summer.<br/><br/>Though he had enjoyed being with his muggle friends over the vacation, he was counting down the days to his return all summer. He watched as the fresh new first years walked in, he couldn't help but smile at them, some of them obviously of muggle families. it was then that Helios let out a loud squawk, Julius turned his head and looked up at the beautiful red bird and grinned<br/><br/>"Come now, you're not the only one excited" he said quietly "So be quiet and let the students get in before you start squawking you silly bird" He said with mirth as his gaze returned to the students standing in a big unorganized blob of people. He smiled softly up at the headmistress who looked rather happy.<br/><br/>He had gotten a slight tan over the summer from spending so much time driving along the water with his friends. Driving was something both his father and himself enjoyed immensely, the feeling for a car when you turned it in a corner... No broom could ever stand up to that, no manner of wizard transportation could in his mind. Even now the keys to his restored Ferrari Daytona was in his pocket even though his car was down in Cannes. He let his hand run down to his pocket, running his fingers over the keys.<br/><br/>He sighed and looked up again, his stomach rumbling a bit. "I'm hungry..."