<div class="floatleft">(http://ilarge.listal.com/image/3063774/936full-paula-zago.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><strong>Character's Name:</strong> Marcelline Zoé Rex<br/><strong>Nickname:</strong> Zoé (common), Rex (common), Marcie (hates it)<br/><strong>Character's Age &amp; Birth date:</strong> 19. <em>July 21st, 1995</em><br/><strong>Relationship Status:</strong> Single.<br/><strong>Year/House:</strong> 3rd, Bellefuille<br/><strong>Location:</strong> Brussels, Belgium - Carriages<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 1st.<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong> Professor Fauchex.<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>This, sans bag (http://media-cache-ec0.pinimg.com/736x/49/e4/0c/49e40c847b7db806bd64bc785c07b350.jpg). Messenger Bag. (http://img0.etsystatic.com/006/0/5520134/il_570xN.391262034_9rj2.jpg)<br/><strong>Jace:</strong> (http://cdn-www.dailypuppy.com/dog-images/arlo-the-australian-shepherd_38593_2009-12-10_w450.jpg) Present<br/></span><hr/><hr/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: timesnewroman;"><br/><br/>This hadn't been a normal summer for Zoé at all. The fact she was in Brussels said a fair amount about that as a whole, figuring Besançon was far closer to Switzerland, quite south of Paris, and over all just <em>far from Brussels.</em> But family was family, and though she'd never met her Grandfather Gagne, it hadn't stopped her from pre-packing and transfiguring all of her things for Beauxbaton's in addition to what she would need for her stay in Belgium. Spending nearly a week and a half there had been almost too much for her, as she felt largely out of place among the mourners. She cared, but even after the funeral she'd found it to be more like meeting that side of the family for the first time at an age she could remember. Well, ex-family, she guessed, but to her they always would be. It was just a weird mix of feelings with the slightly added awkwardness of the two families actually having no link anymore whatsoever except for Marcelline.<br/><br/>Arrangements had been made, things had been repacked, Jace was given a thorough bath, and over all she had just prepared herself for what was to come. Which had all led up to her arriving comfortably in time, getting everything unloaded and placed where it needed to go, and then it was with no further adieu she had made her way to find a seat on the carriage. Thankful not to be the only student headed for Beaux from Brussels, she was equally disappointed to have been one of the very few. It didn't help any that she had road the carriage from Besançon both years prior to this one, always somewhat looking forward to hearing the stories from her normal gang of misfits from the tourist town. <br/><br/>Once she'd climbed up inside, the hand holding Jace lowered the awfully excited adolescent dog who sniffed and panted at the air to the ground. He took a few quick bounds forward, pausing to turn to the short haired girl, and then continued to lead her down the hall until she'd found herself within eyesight of a very familiar husky, one that was approached by the bounding pup with an ineffective pouncing leap, entirely enthused to have found something <em>familiar</em>. Marcelline found herself smiling, just about as relieved as the dog with her was, though the excitement in her gaze also mingled with happiness and amusement. "Pleasant seeing you here," she motioned to the seat with her left hand, each nail painted a different color of the rainbow across both hands. "May I, mademoiselle Desiree Fauchex?" Even knowing the woman to be her senior by some unimportant amount of years, Zoé had offhandedly complimented her even in the first <em>who knew</em> how many seconds, which was about as it had always been. She was especially sweet with the people she considered friends, and Professor Fauchex had helped her quite a bit outside of classes.<br/><br/>Which was preferable, because Art for grades made Zoé tired to even think about... but because of all of that, she didn't expect the woman to say no. She still waited politely, though, and only once the older woman had agreed, she placed her messenger bag out of her way and stripped off her jacket, laying it over her bag and settling in across from her. Leaning back and getting comfy, she brought her eyes to meet the other woman's, still fully surprised to have anyone there she recognized. Not to mention <em>her.</em> "Do you come from here every year?" Even as she asked it, she could almost feel the coming question of what had brought her to Brussels, and she wasn't entirely sure how to describe the odd course of events other than just as that. Jace calmed down and laid at her feet, panting and lulling onto his side.</span>