<div class="floatleft">(http://24.media.tumblr.com/0ef361a221aeadcfa933a44847895e1f/tumblr_msj4zfDJSu1rjpd1ko1_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>Open<br/><hr/><br/>When she had first arrived for the carriage in her first year, Jacqueline was no where near as comfortable and calm as she stood there outside the carriage.  As her trunks were loaded into the baggage compartment, her eyes peering out through the dark sunglasses upon her face to watch for any signs of mishandling, she couldn't help but to think back to how nervous she had been the year before when it had been her first time going to Beauxbatons.<br/><br/>Over and over her parents had told her there had nothing to be fearful of, that she would be just fine.  Yet that did not quell the monstrous butterflies in her stomach then.  She had looked upon the carriage, with the giant, winged horses, with a sense of awe and fright, even for a pure-blood who was no stranger to magic.  Nervous and afraid to be going away for so long, she hadn't stopped twiddling her fingers in her lap the whole way to the school, anxiously looking out of the windows at the sprawling landscape beneath them.<br/><br/>But with the changing of the year came a renewed confidence.  Gone was the nervous anxiety, replaced with the calm, collected demeanor she had carried herself with outside the school.  It was a new dawn, a new year, one that she intended to make her own.  Quietly she had made her way into the carriage once her trunks had been loaded, soon finding a seat near the back where she could read her gossip magazines in peace.