<div class="floatleft">(http://s8.postimg.org/dpm3gcsmt/robe_zara_23.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name (PC):</strong>Sylvianne Chastain<br/><strong>Relationship Status:</strong>Single<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>(Same as in her character image.)<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Carriage from Lyon<br/><strong>Date:</strong>September 1s<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Open<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Sylvianne found her way to the carriage at Lyon with little trouble. While this was her first year, she'd made a point to see her brother off every year when he went off. It was a bit disappointing when she'd finally done the math and realized that by the time she made her first year, he'd already have graduated, but it didn't matter. She'd heard nothing but wonderful things about the classes at Beauxbatons and could hardly wait to see them first hand. It would have been nice had her family the time to see her off, but she understood that they were busy people. Her mother, at least, found the time, and triple-checked all of her belongings enough for the whole family. When she'd finally boarded the carriage, she couldn't help but feel like she'd just done something significant, but of course, it was obvious she would experience some interesting things by the time she returned. Regardless, she kept her composure, she was just going off to school, nothing more. A princess had to be composed.<br/><br/>She found her seat swiftly enough. She didn't have any friends to sit with yet, so she decided to sit alone, near the middle of the carriage. It was only fitting she be the center of the carriage, if she were to be the center of attention; not that she planned on drawing undue attention to herself. But, of course, it only made sense that attention would be drawn to her. She was who she was; she was a Chastain, and surely others could see the nobility in her blood just from looking at her. Her poise, even while sitting, was as elegant as could be, as she sat comfortably, but not too comfortably. It wasn't even a conscious decision on her part anymore, her mother had beaten it into her brain to always look like the lady she was. Such things must come natural to someone in her position.<br/><br/>She wondered, though, what sort of people she would meet. Magical children from all over France, and even outside of France would be coming here to learn the magical arts; as well as the arts that had always interested her more. Some would be returning after coming here before, and she wondered how many of them would recognize her from her brother. It had only been a year since he had graduated, though he'd been making a good name for himself since then in the magical law enforcement community. Still, others would be first years, just like her. She wondered if she'd make friends, or enemies... she hoped more of the former than the latter. There was so much she was uncertain of, but that was kind of exciting. Her life had always been safe and controlled... but somewhat stifling. For the first time she had a sense of unknown possibilities, with limitless potential.<br/><br/>Still... she couldn't look too excited about it... that wouldn't be ladylike.