<div class="floatleft">(https://24.media.tumblr.com/d32e64c7793514dd2ee9190f2b890625/tumblr_mzsfxr3auR1r7wrq1o1_400.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong>Gustav Giuseppe Beauvais<br/><strong>Year/House:</strong>Second Year, Bellefeuille<br/><strong>Relationship Status:</strong>Attached<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>white shirt, slacks, dress shoes, and suspenders (https://24.media.tumblr.com/9b1597461e7b37d3f7cf74f1f56728c4/tumblr_mzeyf42ZIQ1t6yu02o1_500.jpg)<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Lyon carriage<br/><strong>Date:</strong>September 1<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Anders, Nionette<hr/><br/><br/><em>I can already see it now, you and Bellefueille hoisting up the championship.</em>Now, that was a vision to imagine, and he could not help but smile widely even though the fantasy was not real. Gustav's grey eyes became overcast and distant as he envisioned the falling confetti, the millions upon millions of Bellefueille fans, and not to forget the heavy but fairly won trophy. Just when the imaginary announcer began to describe Gustav's many heroic deeds throughout the duration of the match, he was reminded that type of glory and pure adoration was reserved specifically for seekers. His lips twitched into a frown though the vision had been pleasant enough. "Wouldn't that be something," he muttered inaudibly under his breath then blinked away the dazed quality to his eyes.<br/><br/>It did not take much effort since Anders managed to shock him. Gustav reached down and pinched his arm hard in order to ensure he was not drifting without another illusion of his mind. "Dammit," he exclaimed when the pain seared his skin like molten fire.<br/><br/>"Something must have happened over the summer because I'm not sure if I'm talking to the same person from last year." He withheld his other comments regarding the matter because he did not want to make Anders feel bad. People grew out of things, people, and places. Quidditch apparently was not safe from being eliminated either. He made a dismissive gesture with his hands as if to lighten the issue. "A vacation never hurt anyone. More time for..." Gustav's voice faded because he honestly was not sure what might interest Anders in the same way as Quidditch.<br/><br/>His stomach turned at the mention of Defense against the Dark Arts due to it being his most loathed course. "I do hope our new professor is more interested in theory than practicum." It was not likely but the lad held onto the hope with both hands. "Herbology," Gustav answered without any hesitation whatsoever. Other than Care of Magical Creatures, it was what he looked forward to most in his academic school day.  "The shrivelfig I took home last year has grown a little. It's progress is slow. Too slow if you asked me. I wonder if I did something wrong. I plan to ask the professor about it once we're settled at school." He continued to talk more in detail about the plant's progress with surprising detail for those who did not know of his interest. Over the summer, Gustav had cared for the sapling with the tenderness of a proud father. Measurements and daily checks of the soil occurred on a daily basis. His brother said perhaps he had been too attentive.<br/><br/>Finally, he noticed Anders' attention seemed drawn to the front of the carriage. Without any discretion, Gustav peered over the top of the seat then noticed who had entered the carriage. It was Nionette. That was the basis of what the second year knew about her other than a few rumors churned through the mill. His eyebrows rose with silent knowing before he nudged Anders lightly with his elbow. "More time for women," he stated plainly in reference to their earlier conversation.<br/><br/>Without further delay, Gustav rose up from his seat and waved his hand in the girl's direction. Just to make sure she knew he was attempting to grab her attention and not some invisible person behind her, he called out loudly, "Hey! Nionette!" His fingers crossed behind his back and silently prayed that she really was not an ice queen or a bitch. It was entirely too early in the day for a hex. He made a gesture with his hand for her to come over and join then before flopping down into his seat. "No time like the present, my friend, and your schedule for the duration of this train ride is wide open. Go ahead. Say thank you."