<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/c2/Colette.png)</div><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: candara;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;"><strong>Character Name (PC):</strong> Colette Rosier (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=193964.msg9515883#msg9515883)<br/><strong>Year/House:</strong> 3rd year / Papillonlisse<br/><strong>Relationship Status:</strong> Single<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong> A button down white top with a necktie and a matching pleated skirt, knee high stockings and perfectly shined patent leather black mary janes<br/><strong>Location:</strong> Paris Carriage<br/><strong>Date:</strong> September 1st<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong> Virginie, (mentioning Marston), Open<br/><br/></span></span><hr/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: candara;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;">It was true thatshe was often seen stealing one of her friends books at any point during the school year. It had all begun her second year when Colette had accidentally found one of those lovely books laying out in the open. It was only natural for Colette to seek it out later, it just happened to be hidden in her friends trunk. Had it been any other object she likely would have just forgotten it and asked later but it was a book, one of the blonde girls favorite things in the world. For all the magic there was in Colettes life, nothing was as magical as a book to her.<br/><br/>As soon as Virginie sat next to her she had intended on sharing at first but once the third year started to read aloud the pages from the book, Colette felt the heat rush to her pale cheeks and she gasped in surprise. <strong>"Merlin's beard, Virginie! Someone might hear!!"</strong> <br/><br/>She looked absolutely mortified and closed up the book hiding it in her lap almost instantly. It was as if she were committing a great sin while sitting before the Ministry of Magic. She pressed her pale glossed lips together and tried to cool the heat of her cheeks by fanning herself and then looked back to her friend and giggled a little. It was a bit funny in a way but only because she was sure no one else had heard. Otherwise she thought she might die of embarrassment! Smoothing out her skirt, the blonde third year looked back to her book and then to the doors into the corridor where the carriages had combined. Part of her hoped the ride to the school would be over soon as she didn't care much for flying and the space they were left in didn't leave too much room for air. <br/><br/><strong>"So who was your American friend? He seemed inept at opening chocolate frogs. I am sure he will be back to tell you of that particular adventure at some point. He seemed.... nice."</strong><br/><br/>Colette didn't know many Americans and most that she had met were not exactly Purebloods. The boy that Virginie had been speaking to was likely no where near it from what she could tell but then again Virginie had some odd acquaintances, many of which Colette would never have spent time on. Especially those of Muggleborn blood. The American boy with the odd hat seemed to be just that but then she could be wrong. Who knows, maybe Americans all wore those sorts of things and spoke in such a fashion. It seemed a bit over the top bordering on ridiculous but it was a bit entertaining as well. <br/><br/></span></span>