<div class="floatleft">(http://i127.photobucket.com/albums/p121/Mab_faerie/Elliquiy/Beauxbatons%20Academy/emilie_zps977a0893.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name (PC/NPC):</strong>Emilie Callahan (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=193964.msg9475925#msg9475925)<br/><strong>Year/House:</strong>1st Year<br/><strong>Relationship Status:</strong>Single<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Well-loved Travel attire and messenger bag. (http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=110834464)<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Bern Carriage<br/><strong>Date:</strong>September 1st<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Afanassii Abezi'ana, OPEN<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Before Emilie could inquire more as to what Afanassii's reasons behind his vagueness were, a clear voice called out over an unseen intercom, announcing the merging of the carriages.<br/>After a bit less jostling than Emilie would have expected, the voice spoke again, confirming the transition before fading out to whence it came.<br/><br/>"Would you think me silly if I said I didn't even notice the carriages taking off in the first place?" Emilie admitted, laughing softly to herself at her own foolishness. How could she have not heard any prior announcement or felt the carriage begin to take flight. Had she really been so absorbed in their conversation or had the movement been so effortless that it did not warrant noticing until attention was drawn to it? Magic, as Emilie was ever learning, remained quite the impressive specimen.<br/><br/>"Perhaps we will be accompanied by some of your friends soon?" Emilie politely suggested as she offered a quick glance about at the emptiness of their space. Had the teachers left to visit another carriage? They must have at some point as it appeared all who remained were just the two of them now.<br/>For some reason that notion made Emilie slightly nervous. It was not that she was uncomfortable with Afanassii, as he seemed nice enough by far, but that Emilie preferred the escapism she could find in the presence of others.<br/><br/>Usually someone else would interject in Emilie's social interactions with an offhand comment or two and a conversation would take off between the new person and the one Emilie was chatting with, allowing her a moment to slip into the background and spare herself further embarrassment or unpleasantness. With no one else around Emilie felt herself cast into some unseen spotlight, all eyes on her and all ears listening. It was a terrifying concept that Emilie couldn't help but feel a little ashamed of. Normal people were afraid of heights or spiders, but Emilie? Emilie was afraid of people; people and every single interaction she experienced with them.<br/><br/>Deep down, she hoped it was a fear that could be tamed.<br/>