<div class="floatleft">(http://24.media.tumblr.com/0ef361a221aeadcfa933a44847895e1f/tumblr_msj4zfDJSu1rjpd1ko1_1280.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name (PC):</strong>Jacqueline Bouchard (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=193964.msg9426967#msg9426967)<br/><strong>Year/House:</strong>Ombrelune, 2nd Year<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>Marseilles Carriage<br/><strong>Date:</strong>September 1st<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Connie, Claudette, Ettiene (Mentioned)<br/><hr/><br/>"No, I've had it for a while." She remarked with a reserved, cold tone to the veela girl as she adjusted her legs.<br/><br/>The dark shades still covering her eyes were a blessing.  Under their cover her eyes rolled with annoyance as a result of the openness of their affection.  A whole storm of emotions ran through her at the sight of it.  Jealousy for what the two of them had, for what she wanted.  Annoyance that they could be so open about it, obnoxious in a way which made her sick.  She was half tempted to hex them both, just to ruin their little moment, if it were not for the ever present fear of getting caught by the two professors close by.<br/><br/>And then came the arrival of Claudette.  Being in the same house, in the same year, seemed so far to be the only thing the two of them had in common with one another.  If only her parents could see her now, if only they knew she was in the same dormitory as a muggleborn.  It was people like her which made her parents want to, at first, ship her off to schools which were more<em>selective</em>when it came to their admissions.  If it weren't for her mother's need to have her precious daughter close to home, she would have been on a ship by now, heading towards Scandinavia.<br/><br/>When it came to muggleborns, she certainly did not feel her mother and father's prejudices against them.  They could be far too extreme, far too harsh, in their choices of words and criticisms.  She had grown up in a post-Dark Lord World, a world where blood seemed to matter less and less, much to the private chagrin of her parents.  All over the world, more and more pureblood families were dying out, their bloods becoming more and more diluted with the marriages of purebloods and muggles, of halfbloods and purebloods, and so on and so on, wearing away the status of a true-pure blood until there would be nothing left.<br/><br/>Jacqueline was proud of her heritage, proud she could say she could trace her family's wizarding genealogy back for centuries.  She was proud to say she was a pureblood witch, a slowly dying breed.  It made her feel unique in a way, special, nothing to be ashamed about.<br/><br/>She had returned the curt nod with one of her own, a courtesy she was willing to extend to one of her own housemates, before turning back to her magazines to read and take her mind off of her troubles.