<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/Date:</strong>In a Carriage, September 1<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Leonore, Jean-Paul Lesperance, Luc-Ambroise, and Marcelline<hr/><br/>An embarrassed expression crossed Gustav’s face, causing his face to turn beet red, when Jean-Paul pointed out a fact which be obvious to those who boarded this particular carriage. In an effort to shift attention away from his now burning face, he supplied information the Ombrelune probably did not care to possess considering his aloof demeanor. However, nervousness and anxiety often loosened the boy’s tongue. “I normally get on at Nantes since I’m from Pays de la Loire.”<br/><br/>If the interaction with Jean-Paul was not difficult then witnessing Ambroise’s flirtatious wink towards Leo made Gustav’s stomach churn and then knot painfully. He tried not to allow these emotions to display on his features because it was obvious Leonore felt comfortable with her house members. Gustav never wanted her to feel forced or pressured to choose between whose company suited her. “I would believe you if being a beater just involved lifting stuff.” The only reason why he managed not to sound snarky due to his own doubts about Quidditch. Despite his current state of mind, he succeeded, or at least he thought, in hiding his brewing discomfort.<br/><br/>Gustav did not bother to debate the issue of cleanliness with Zoe. Instead, he patiently waited for her wrath upon being called the dreaded nickname, Marcie. He nearly laughed at the annoyance which painted itself across her features almost instantly but knew better than to allow the sound to be heard. If so, Zoe probably would whoop his ass from now until they reached the castle. Perhaps he was a glutton for punishment seeing as his teasing actions accelerated to a more physical approach. He displayed an inkling of remorse when Leonore chided his behavior although he had no intention of ceasing his more creative displays of friendliness towards Zoe. “Ouch!” He exclaimed loudly at her swat despite the power behind it not being enough to injure a fly. Then he emitted a more genuine sound of pain when Zoe pushed him backwards. All he did was snicker at her following words because he knew them to be untrue. “Is this one of those moments when you want me to do the exact opposite? Because I will.” His tone remained lighthearted even though it was a genuine question to Leonore. Despite being in a relationship, he had absolutely no clue on how the female mind operated. Yet, experience permitted him to create a few hypotheses. It seemed whenever a woman said one thing it generally meant another.<em>I’m hungry</em>translated to<em>I’m hungry but don’t want to appear fat</em>.<em>I’m fine</em>meant<em>you’re in serious trouble.</em><br/><br/>Gustav wisely took his seat across from Jean Paul and Ambroise, a second before the carriage did another one of its violent jerks, causing him to wonder if something outside had disturbed the horses. Silently he prayed Zoe would sit with them since it would make the ride across from Pain and Agony slightly better. It took a lot of restraint not to smile when she chose to seat rather than head off somewhere else. Jace, the little traitor, snuggled up to Pain. "I'm surprised no one brought something to pass the time with." The carriage jerked once more, causing his elbow to collide with Leo.