<div class="floatleft">(http://i127.photobucket.com/albums/p121/Mab_faerie/Elliquiy/Beauxbatons%20Academy/EmilieEve_zps84bc92d6.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name (PC/NPC):</strong>Emilie Callahan (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=193964.msg9475925#msg9475925)<br/><strong>Year/House:</strong>1st Year<br/><strong>Relationship Status:</strong>Single<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Beauxbaton School Uniform, Fall/Winter Version (http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=112894508)<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Bern Carriage<br/><strong>Date:</strong>September 1st<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Afanassii, Rei, OPEN<br/><br/><hr/><br/>The implication of Afanassii's words hung in the air a moment before Emilie realized, in a somewhat delayed manner, that he was flirting with her.<br/>A flush of pink hue spread across her cheeks like a setting sun, her eyes widening slightly in a display of subtle surprise. People so seldom flirted with Emlie that half that time she was certain they were just being polite. If it hadn't been for the wink following seemingly innocent words and a smile, Afanassii's attempt would have soared right over her head and landed somewhere in the Netherlands.<br/><br/>What was she<em>supposed</em>to say? Should she<em>say anything</em>at all? Should just she wink back? Would that be acceptable<em>'you seem nice and probably aren't a serial killer so I guess i'm okay with this flirting thing'</em>protocol? Erring on the side of caution, Emilie figured it would be decidedly weird to wink back at him. Besides, with her luck she'd probably look more like she'd lodged something in her eyeball that she was desperately trying to get out rather than any kind of pseudo-seduction master.<br/><br/>Offering a wide eyed, blank stare, Emilie realized it had been a few seconds and that she was probably expected to speak up by now.<br/>"...what." Emilie blinked once and realized that was not in fact a proper response. "Wands! I meant<em>wands</em>.<em>Your</em>wand for example,<em>Rei</em>! I like your wand-Let's talk wands!" turning her focus back to Rei in a slightly exaggerated excitement, Emilie took a long look at the wand that Rei had been discussing and prayed to whatever god listening that Afanassii wouldn't think she was the derpiest girl he'd ever had the displeasure of meeting.<br/><br/>"Your wand is really beautiful, Rei. I've heard amazing things about unicorn core, as my own wand has such a core too. I hope it's served you well. Perhaps I can look forward to my own wand being as accommodating. Speaking of which..."<br/>Not wishing to have mentioned her wand only to refrain from showing it to them, Emilie took a moment to rifle through her belongings yet again, locating and retrieving a thin, long applewood wand (http://i127.photobucket.com/albums/p121/Mab_faerie/Elliquiy/Beauxbatons%20Academy/Wand_zps10f423fe.jpg) with a pretty black lacquer finish and a custom amythyst handle.<br/><br/>"My mothers family had this custom made for me. It's a bit ridiculous if you ask me. Flashy, I guess would be the right term. My grandmother, on my mothers side, says that all the 'Bellgard Women' have had a similar wand. I suppose it's a good thing I don't hate lacquer, at least."<br/><br/>Holding the wand in her hand, Emilie found herself somewhat ashamed of how natural it felt to her. It was beautiful and exorbitant and expensive. It was from a family she'd never properly met, save her uncle and mother, and would probably not meet for some time. It was designed with class and appearance in mind, yet at the same time, it suited her in a way that she had not expected, and in a way that she did not wish it would.<br/><br/><em>'The wand chooses the wielder.'</em>Her uncle had told her when she'd mentioned her concerns to him. When she immediately followed up his proclamation with a query wondering just how exactly a wand that was custom designed in advance had 'chosen' her, Felix shrugged and waved his hand, claiming that he'd just read that in a book somewhere.<br/><br/>"What kind of wand do you have, Afanassii?" Emilie asked, turning to face Afanassii when she was certain at last that her skin had returned to its normal shade and that she wasn't running the risk of saying anything foolish anytime too soon.