<div class="floatleft">(http://www4.images.coolspotters.com/photos/718362/kit-harington-profile.png)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong>Valter Endresen (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=193964.25)<br/><strong>Year/House:</strong>First year<br/><strong>Relationship Status:</strong>Single<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>This, minus the watch. (http://i.imgur.com/VYnlHlg.jpg)<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Carriage from Marseille, in the back.<br/><strong>Date:</strong>September 1st<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Jacqueline Bouchard, Able, Open<br/><br/>He told himself to focus on the book before him, to tune out the rest of the carriage and hope for the best when they arrived at school. That seemed like the smartest thing to do at the moment. Yet despite his best intentions he found himself listening to the exchange between Jacqueline and guy that she had hinted at before returning to her seat. It was obvious there was tension between them but perhaps that was just the playful tension of school kids. He had encountered a little of that when he was younger so of course that was going to be his first conclusion. But as the lad continued on he found himself slightly shocked by what he was saying to her. How could a man be so bold as to say such things? Just listening to them was causing a great deal of unrest within him.<br/><br/>For a long moment he tried to convince himself that it wasn’t his place; that he didn’t need to be sticking his nose into the business of other people, especially those that were older than he was. But it was just so mind boggling for him. Of course it could be that he was from a very traditional family, that his father had worked hard to instill a sense of honor and integrity within him. The comment about the pants was the last straw that he could really handle.<br/><br/>Thinking quickly, he shoved his book into his bag, swinging it over his shoulder. Rising from his seat, he moved towards her, attempting to act like he hadn’t spotted her before hand. “Jacqueline? Dear cousin why didn’t you let me know when you were arriving. Why I haven’t seen you all summer.”<br/><br/>Dropping onto the seat next to her, he smiled and nudged her with his elbow, hoping she would play along and wondering if his little ruse would do the trick to get Able to leave her alone. Spotting her magazine, he pointed to it. “Is that the latest issue? Can you believe she cut her hair? I was just getting attached to that long look she was going with!”<br/>