<div class="floatleft">(http://i1226.photobucket.com/albums/ee406/Mostly_roleplay_pictures/People/Males/Andrej/7968e38f-8592-4d0a-8600-c85f60b33941_zpsac091115.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>a random hodgepodge of alternative clothing (http://www.metmuseum.org/toah/images/hb/hb_2004.15a,b.jpg)<br/><strong>Location:</strong>joined carriage<br/><strong>Date:</strong>September 1st<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Emilie, Marston<br/><br/>As the disembodied voice announced the carriage joining, Nassii turned to give his new friend a sheepish grin. "I should have warned you about that, shouldn't I have?" He asked, shaking his head when she asked if he thought her silly. "I hadn't noticed, either... Perhaps we will find a few of my friends, as you say...." He hadn't even thought of it yet, so engrossed in getting to know the lovely first year as he was. He took a quick look around, finding the suddenly empty section of carriage surprising.<br/><br/>Usually, he might be known to make a playful romantic advance in a situation like this, but the two of them had only just met and she was obviously somewhat anxious. He didn't realize her anxiety had anything to do with the two of them being alone, he figured it was all about the fact that she was worried about the sorting ceremony that would be taking place all too soon now. His rumination was drawn short as a fresh-faced stranger burst in by the two of them, chasing something tiny and brown.<em>"A chocolate frog! Of course!"</em>He thought upon getting a good look at it. He laughed loudly, enjoying the scene that had unfolded so quickly.<br/><br/>There was no mistaking that accent. He had spent some time in America and was used to the southern drawl and, since he and Emilie had already been conversing in English, he responded to the boy in his own language, "No, I am afraid I have not seen anyone out and about selling snacks yet." The thought made him conscious of his own hunger and he looked down, rummaging through his messenger bag. A moment later, he pulled out a colorful strand of Churchkhela (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Churchkhela) and he rose to hand the candied nuts over to the American boy. "But I do have these to share. It might seem odd, but I think you might enjoy them."