<div class="floatleft">(http://amaskedrogue.files.wordpress.com/2014/01/katie_mcgrath__sven_arnstein_photoshoot_2-other.jpg?w=294&amp;h=384)</div><strong>Character Name (PC):</strong>Nionette Lebeau (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=193964.msg9488088#msg9488088)<br/><strong>Year/House:</strong>Papillonlisse/ 5th Year<br/><strong>Relationship Status:</strong>Single<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>this (http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=111247978)<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Lyon Carriage<br/><strong>Date:</strong>September 1<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Open<br/><hr/><br/>Another summer over, another school year ahead of her, Nionette shifted her bag on her slender shoulder and looked up at the carriage settled a few yards away. Her father stood beside her proudly, looking up at the thing before the two turned to look at each other, their movements oddly in sync. “You will have another good year, of this I am certain,” her father said, but there was a sad light in his eyes, as there always was the day she left, be it at the end of the summer or the end of a break.<br/><br/>“Yes, Papa,” she said with a nod. “I promise I will. Just… no more surprise parties to congratulate me when I come home, okay? Good grades don’t need that much fanfare,” she said with a chuckle, and her father grinned.<br/><br/>“That, my darling, was all your mother. But I will see what I can do.” The two embraced briefly, and he kissed her cheek before turning to look at the large, imposing pure white eagle perched atop a cage nearby. “And you, who nearly destroyed my window sill with those talons of yours,” he said, and though his words were stern and annoyed, his tone didn’t seem quite so committed to the message he was conveying until it shifted, becoming serious and quiet. “You take care of my girl,” he said, and the bird tilted its  head at him, clicking its beak. So far as Jacques Lebeau could tell, that meant “duh”.<br/><br/>“I should go or I’ll never get a good seat,” Nionette said, sounding mildly apologetic about having to cut their goodbye short.<br/><br/>“Yes, yes, of course. I remember,” her father said with a laugh. “Go and see your friends. Make sure you write home more often this year or your mother will have a heart attack! I thought last year she was going to try to drive to the school. No nevermind about the fact that she’d never be able to find the place.”<br/><br/>“Knowing Mama she would have found a way,” Nette commented with a laugh as she held out her arm, allowing Blizzard to climb on to her arm. Her father helped one of the carriage workers put away her trunk and bags, and Nionette climbed aboard the carriage by herself, only Blizzard and her carry-on bag with her. She hardly seemed bothered by the weight of the bird on her arm, nor the way he would occasionally lean over to nuzzle his beak against her cheek and neck or click his beak near her ear, as if chattering away at her.<br/><br/>Finding a stunningly empty set of seats, she slid in and sat down, letting out a soft sigh as Blizzard shifted from her arm to the arm of her seat, one hand lifting to stroke along his pure white feathers. “Just three more years, Blizzard. Three more years and we’ll never be on this carriage again. I can’t believe it’s been so long already,” she commented quietly, a sad tone in her voice. She’d been resistant to the idea of coming to Beauxbatons at first, but now that she’d been there for four years and was entering her fifth, she had a hard time grasping the idea of not coming back.