<div class="floatleft">(http://i1226.photobucket.com/albums/ee406/Mostly_roleplay_pictures/People/Males/Andrej/tumblr_lxotmdqECP1qj1a61o1_500_large_zpsb472841e.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name (PC):</strong>Afanassii Abez'iana (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=193964.msg9431176#msg9431176)<br/><strong>Year/House:</strong>2nd year / Papillonlisse<br/><strong>Relationship Status:</strong>single<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>the powder blue of the Beauxbatons suit, contrasted against his bright red hair...<br/><strong>Location:</strong>joined carriage<br/><strong>Date:</strong>September 1st<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Papillionlisse table, OPEN<br/><br/>Afanassii's heart was a bit down in that the moment they arrived at the school he had to gather his items and make his way inside without any time left for more chit-chat with his new acquaintances. His sullen tabby stayed right at his heels, weaving in and out them in an excellent rhythm to his steps - though only when the act became necessary in order to avoid the unwanted attention of others. In fact, Margaritka did such a fine job of keeping in his shadow that she was rarely noticed when the two kept in sync like this.<br/><br/>The long-haired boy's trunks deposited in his assigned room with little ceremony, kicking up dust as they fell heavily to the floor. He was unconcerned with unpacking or making is personal space feel more like home, now that he had arrived his main concern was joyful reunions with friends and, of course, curiosity over what new faces would be joining his Mansion. Ah! That's right! He'd met a few first years not long ago in the carriage. It would be so much fun to find out which house they end up belonging in. A new spring found its way into his step then and he raced down the halls and stairs - careful not to rouse the ire of the few faculty members about - and sprung into the Great Hall as quickly as he could manage.<br/><br/>The boy was fairly in shape, having been on the Quidditch team the previous year, so he was only slightly out of breath after his jog. Still, the scant panting was enough to make him realize that he'd allowed himself to fall out of practice over the summer. He smiled sheepishly while he walked to the Papillionlisse table, fully expecting to earn a few jabs from his teammates. A quick look around revealed that he wasn't quite the last student to arrive, the hall was still filling up and not even all of the teachers were present yet. That was good, at least. Taking care not to sit upon his very long red hair, Afanassii took a seat at the table and began to fiddle with the flatware in front of him.