<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/originals/c0/bc/39/c0bc39a3df476bff5859875b7587c039.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong>Rosalyn Lamoureux<br/><strong>WEARING:</strong>Seafoam dreams (https://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=236675142[/URL)<br/><strong>Blood Status:</strong>Pureblood<br/><strong>Wand</strong>: 10 Inch/Alder/Unicorn hair- Slightly flexible<br/><strong>House/Year</strong>: Gryffindor, year 3<br/><strong>Date</strong>: September 1st,<br/><strong>Time/Day:</strong>10:30 AM<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong>Platform Nine and Three Quarters, on the train<br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong>Feeling absolutely downright bashful... where is the nearest rock to hide under?!<br/><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong>Rosalyn's theme- La Vie En Rose (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-NK9zdPj-oslink)<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Iain McGregor, Moray Morrigan, Nathaniel Warde and Zacharias Warde, Open.<br/>Mentioning: N/A<br/><hr/><br/><br/><strong>{Nathaniel}</strong>"Look at the pure-blood lion that crawled its way out of the mud”<br/><br/>Rosalyn looked over at the older male and had to fight the powerful urge to roll her eyes in disgust... there were not words to describe how grateful she was that this clearly unpleasant fellow was not the Warde she was contracted to wed.<br/><br/><strong>{Nathaniel}</strong>"So you’re the Lamoureux brat?"<br/><br/>“Brat?” Rosalyn echoed with one elegantly shaped brow lifting in a 'are you serious, right now?' kind of way “I am Rosalyn Lamoureux... but a brat? Well... I suppose it depends upon the situation and whom I might have the displeasure of dealing with”<br/><br/>The subject of her disgust rose from the seat and made his way over towards where she and Iain stood, she did not appreciate at all the highly inappropriate way he looked her body up and down... she almost regretted the semi-form fitting dress she'd chosen this morning...<br/><br/>The scoundrel proceed to make himself look even words as he looked over at Zacharias with an approving sort of whistle... a light frown touched Rosalyn's pretty face... this man clearly took a great deal of patience to spend a significant amount time around... Zacharias obviously had the patience of a saint if he hadn't already strangled his obnoxious cousin by now...<br/><br/><strong>{Nathaniel}</strong>“Looks like you were right. I should have tried to behave more if it meant I’d have such a shy little blushing bride."<br/><br/>Rosalyn chuckled in great amusement at that statement, her laughter reaching up into her jade green gaze “Oh Nathaniel, dear... if you were the one my family wanted me to marry... I'd be checking into the nearest convent, post haste”<br/><br/><strong>{Zacharias}</strong>"So she is, whose fault is it that they decided to ass their way through the last few years? You would have rebelled anyway, gorgeous fiancé or not."<br/><br/>Rosalyn completely disregarded that Nathaniel was even in the compartment at this point and walked around him to approach Zacharius and Moray “When you have the time, Zacharius, I think it would be wise for us to sit down and talk... considering, well... you know, everything. I assume you're as shocked about all of this as I am”<br/><br/><strong>{Moray}</strong>“Wait, what?” She asked, looking at her friend. “I know I skipped a few parties this season but I didn't think I'd missed that much. Are you arranged to marry Baby Warde here?” She blinked shaking her head “Shit, what else did I miss?”<br/><br/>She slid a look over to her brunette friend "I'll tell you all about it later, we're due for some girl time anyway. It's been way too long"