<div class="floatleft">(http://i975.photobucket.com/albums/ae240/samanthamazur/ConnieAvie_zps1bd48eb5.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name PC:</strong>Constance Maree Jeannie Beauregard<br/>(goes by Connie) (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=193964.msg9449326#msg9449326)<br/><strong>Relationship Status:</strong>Dating  Ettiene Bonhomme  (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=193964.msg9427792#msg9427792)<br/><strong>House and Year</strong>Papillonlisse, second year student<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Carriage from Marseilles<br/><strong>Date:</strong>September 1st<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Adrian Beauchene and his fishy (Open)<br/><br/>*wearing (http://media-cache-ec0.pinimg.com/736x/a5/4e/85/a54e855a2c8caa9d55da19e04dccd585.jpg)<br/>*note, she is not wearing the hat*<br/><br/><br/><hr/><br/>When did things get so complicated? During the summer she and Ettiy had loved each other, they had indulged in each other’s fantasies. She had done things that she had not told Claudette about simply because she knew it would please him. There were days when they had barely gotten out of bed, it had been too painful to be away from his arms. How, thought Constance, could they go from that to arguing and going their separate ways?<br/><br/>Connie sniffled, wiping her eyes with a lace trimmed hankie. Life was supposed to be wonder, like the summer! There was no other answer but the one that was breaking her heart. Constance bored Ettiene! When he was here among his friends and other gorgeous girls she was simply not good enough! It was moments like this that she wished she had a higher count of Veela influence in her. If she was even half veela she could place him under her spell and keep him close forever!<br/><br/>Pathetic. Unattractive and… looking down at her small breasts she sighed. Perhaps she wasn’t enough woman for him. Claudette had a figure that was hard to ignore. She knew this about her friend but had always assumed that Ettiene simply didn’t mind the size of Connie’s breasts. It seemed perhaps that was not the case. More and more negative thoughts filled her mind, and tortured her soul and soon she was crying all over again.<br/><br/>It wasn’t until a bowl with a tiny fish swimming happily within it floated before her face that Constance realized she had invaded another’s solitary.<strong>”Pardon?”</strong>remarked Connie before she looked to the fish and then back to the handsome older student sitting across from her. Placing the hankie on her lap, Connie reached out to allow the bowl to settle softly in her hands.<strong>”Can you change it to any colour?”</strong>she asked in an attempt to keep her mind from her troubles. If it hadn’t been obvious from the red puffy eyes, and the tear stains on her cheek that she had been crying, the soft sound of her voice would have directed him to that conclusion.<strong>”Does he have a name?”</strong><br/>