<div class="floatleft">(http://ilarge.listal.com/image/3063774/936full-paula-zago.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><strong>Character's Name:</strong> Marcelline Zoé Rex<br/><strong>Nicknames:</strong> Zoé (common), Rex (common), Marcie (hates it)<br/><strong>Age &amp; Birth date:</strong> 19. <em>July 21st, 1995</em><br/><strong>Relationship Status:</strong> Single.<br/><strong>Year/House:</strong> 3rd, Bellefuille<br/><strong>Location:</strong> Combined Carriage, Near Gustav and company.<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 1st.<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong> Gustav, Jean-Paul, Lenore, Luc.<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>This, sans bag (http://media-cache-ec0.pinimg.com/736x/49/e4/0c/49e40c847b7db806bd64bc785c07b350.jpg). Messenger Bag. (http://img0.etsystatic.com/006/0/5520134/il_570xN.391262034_9rj2.jpg)<br/><strong>Jace:</strong> (http://cdn-www.dailypuppy.com/dog-images/arlo-the-australian-shepherd_38593_2009-12-10_w450.jpg) Present<br/></span><hr/><hr/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: timesnewroman;"><br/><br/>She'd always known Gustav had a thing for her pup, but it wasn't much a secret that the dog was fueled by affection, and often times managed to enjoy just about everyone Marcelline kept in company, plus a swathe of others unknown. "Fleabag?" She huffed, grinning wide. "I <em>just</em> washed him. He's cleaner than you." Of course she teased, and her tone mirrored the sentiment. Her eyes narrowed slightly at the name he chose to use, barely restraining herself from punching him in the arm or something else. He leaned in, her eyebrow quirked up as he got far too close, and she may have flushed just a little, though she stood her ground, only looking somewhat confused but also cute. Which he quickly ruined, pinching her cheeks, bringing the blush into reality and earning himself a light push to remind him she wasn't <em>entirely</em> a pushover, even if he was definitely the stronger of the two farm-raised students. <br/><br/>“Now you choose to appear! I had a foot the size of France up my ass earlier.”  This caused her to laugh, shrugging, hands raising in a slight motion that obviously mirrored her words. "So what? Probably deserved it." Her lips parted to continue, probably about to ask who she needed to <em>have a talk with</em>, but the wave from Lenore caught her attention just as her words and swat to Gustav had. If she hadn't already been smiling, the girl's show of welcoming probably would've made her do so. Leonore <em>had</em> been a bit shy since they'd met, and Marcelline probably didn't make that much easier when it came right down to it... But that didn't change her appreciation of the Omberlune girl that had surprised her by just generally being <em>decent</em>, and quite helpful to Gustav, to boot. From her side she'd heard Gustav's words to the already wriggling pup in his arms, signaled by the faint jingling of his tags, evoking a snicker as Jace surely forced him to bend down and release him, satisfied with his pets. But her attention had shifted to focus on Leonore, a curious glance given to the two boys who had greeted her when they were introduced. <br/><br/>She recognized both of them almost equally, though entirely for different reasons. Jean-Paul had been in quite a few of her classes, but that certainly didn't mean all that much, as they hadn't spoken much at all. She had at least returned his wave, though a little awkwardly. Luc, on the other hand, was a year above her, which meant they'd mostly seen each other around the school, during volunteering, or other generally normal shared moments. He was... interesting, and it was somewhat surprising for her to have bumped into him here, as well. Just as with Jean-Paul, they really hadn't done much more than possibly acknowledge each other, and <em>interesting</em> wasn't always a positive. Her attention focused on Leonore, who continued to speak.<br/><br/>"She's a senior of Gustav, in the same house. I'm not too certain whether you all are familiar with each other." Marcelline wasn't entirely sure how to respond, other than honestly, which is what she did. "Sadly not, and yes, I am a third year as well. It's nice to meet both of you," and then her eyes drifted to Luc, "Jace"  whose question was answered in the same honestly-nice tone. Bending down momentarily, she nudged the curious pup forward a little more, encouraging him. The dog moved forward, making his way over to first Jean-Paul, smelling him cautiously, and then turning his attention to Luc. Marcelline's eyes had beaten the dog's attention by a few moments, catching that blush and even the surprised reaction at Jace in general, which had only added an extra handful of curiosity to the growing pile. Jace set about smelling him just as he had Jean-Paul, not even noticing the student's bird, panting excitedly, paws put up on seat's edge for pets. If Luc ignored him, of course, Jace didn't hesitate a second to show how willing he was to get them from Jean-Paul, either. <br/><br/>She was oblivious to Leonore's nudging of Gustav, but once he'd settled in a seat, she offered the group as a whole a smile as she took the nearest seat to the group. The after thought of asking if she could join them only occurred after she'd settled down, her bag still slung over her shoulder. She grew still a moment once she'd sat, face still red for different reasons. "Sorry for assuming - do you mind?" The question was particularly offered to Luc and Jean-Paul, who each got a look between them once the question had been poised, and even one to Leonore, as well. Gustav, on the other hand, was assumed to enjoy her company, if not strictly because Jace had finally escaped whoever's clutches he'd been in to return to Leonore and him, soaking up their attention before finally coming to lay on Marcelline's feet.</span>