<div class="floatleft">(http://25.media.tumblr.com/e58b169ad3a561f1b86c5d0bd241f7d7/tumblr_mzmh064agc1rjpd1ko1_1280.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name (PC):</strong>Jacqueline Bouchard<br/><strong>Relationship Status:</strong>Single<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>This little number (http://25.media.tumblr.com/c20cae6b9553f39d911df80c1d30f3f8/tumblr_mzdkyl91L11rjpd1ko1_1280.jpg)<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Marseille Carriage<br/><strong>Date:</strong>September 1st<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Valter Endresen, Abel Lemeux<br/><br/><hr/><br/>There were somethings Jacqueline could handle, things that, although trying, were things she could deal with while remaining calm and under control.  She was used to not being well-liked among her classmates, used to the looks she sometimes received from others who felt threatened by her or so on.  She was even used to the looks of jealousy when she wore her best dresses and gowns at formal functions, something she was more than able to handle under a sense of calmness.<br/><br/>But there were somethings she simply could not, and would not, handle calmly.<br/><br/>Jacqueline had listened, however painfully, to Abel speak.  She had put up with his pathetic excuses about the jacket, put up with the absurdity that was simply Abel.  But to be insulted, to be called “a nasty girl”, was something she was not about to put up with.  Her hand had reached for her wand, grasping the carved handle.  She'd be damned if she was going to sit there and have to put up with him much longer.  There was no care for the teachers nearby.  Let them put her in detention.  Let them write home to her parents.  If it meant cursing him, she was more than fine with it.  She would have welcomed it.<br/><br/>Her hand was upon her wand, fingers wrapped around the carved handle, so close to being raised and pointed in his face, when an unexpected sight came into her eyes.<br/><br/>The black sunglasses shielded her eyes from view, masking the look of confusion as she looked up to the new boy on the carriage.  For a moment she was lost, unsure of what was happening, until it finally hit her.  The look of confusion laced anger was wiped away, replaced with a soft, inviting smile as she made room for “her cousin”.<br/><br/>“Oh I had wanted it to be a surprise!” She exclaimed, planting a small kiss upon Valter's cheek before turning her attention back to Abel.<br/><br/>“Valter, this pathetic excuse of a human is called Abel.  This is my cousin, Valter.” Jacqueline introduced, inching up closer to Valter with an arm intertwined with his.  “He's been spending his summer doing those god-awful, barbaric muggle duelings.  You know, where they use their fists instead of wands?  Evidently he's quite good.  It's a shame though.  He's had trouble finding people who would willingly fight him.  Maybe he can show you a thing or two.”