<div class="floatleft">(http://farm4.staticflickr.com/3814/12266730365_194c0708c4_b_d.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name (PC):</strong>Virginie Moreau<br/><strong>Year/House:</strong>Papillonlisse, 3rd Year<br/><strong>Relationship Status:</strong>Single<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>White t-shirt under open flannel shirt. Skinny jeans, boots and hat. Her mother's wedding ring around her neck on a thin chain (http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7385/12149227995_5f6855a541_o_d.jpg)<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Paris Carriage<br/><strong>Date:</strong>September 1st<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Isla, Marston, Open<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Virginie sat and spoke with Isla for a while, all the time stroking the huge hound which had found a home curled up on her feet. The beast was nowhere near as ferocious as it's size suggested and it was by far the softest and gentlest creature she had come across. They spoke about the difficulty of keeping pets in a school and fitting in enough time to care for them properly in between their studies. Virginie's cat, Socks, had wandered off as soon as she had arrived at the carriage.<br/><br/>Happening to glance at her watch mid-conversation, Virginie spotted the time and her thoughts started to turn to their arrival at Beauxbaton. Colette, the prissy, straight laced thing that she was, probably had the best idea and had wandered off to get changed into her uniform ages ago. Knowing her luck, Virginie had left it too late and there would be a huge queue for her to wait in as all of the other students did the same thing. Making her excuses to Isla, she began hunting through her bag for the bare essential components. The blue skirt and the white blouse.<br/><br/>Bundling these up in her arms she slowly made her way through the joined carriages, looking for a free toilet cubicle in which to change. Moving through what was the Bern carriage at one point she spotted Marston, his chocolate frog chasing adventure seemingly over. Virginie was caught by a sudden playfulness and removed her hat from her head. Walking slowly so he wouldn't hear her, she approached him from behind and whipped his hat off and replaced it with her own. Placing his larger one on her head, she broke into a quicker walk, looking back with a grin on her face to see whether he was chasing her.<br/><br/>Ahead, she could see a free door and headed towards it, opening it and slipping inside.