<div class="floatleft">(http://i975.photobucket.com/albums/ae240/samanthamazur/ConnieAvie_zps1bd48eb5.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name PC:</strong>Constance Maree Jeannie Beauregard<br/>(goes by Connie) (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=193964.msg9449326#msg9449326)<br/><strong>Relationship Status:</strong>Dating  Ettiene Bonhomme  (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=193964.msg9427792#msg9427792)<br/><strong>House and Year</strong>Papillonlisse, second year student<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Carriage from Marseilles<br/><strong>Date:</strong>September 1st<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Ettiene, Abel, Kenneth and Claudette and Open<strong>*if you wish to chat with a weepy part veela, feel free to say she has joined your character*</strong><br/><br/>*wearing (http://media-cache-ec0.pinimg.com/736x/a5/4e/85/a54e855a2c8caa9d55da19e04dccd585.jpg)<br/>*note, she is not wearing the hat*<br/><br/><br/><hr/><br/>Constance couldn’t believe what she was seeing! There he was! Sitting there ogling her best friend right in front of her! He was practically drooling! Connie had had enough! He was supposed to love her! That was not the action of<br/>a man in love! And then! Then he had the nerve to push against Claudettes breasts under the ridiculous excuse of “needing air”.  Oh he neede air alright! He needed a cold breeze to settle his lustful eyes that had gotten a close up view of Claudette’s breasts!<br/><br/>To be fair to Ettiene, he hadn’t had much of a choice in where to put his eyes as Claudette had purposely placed her assets before him in a manner that gave him the perfect view. He was, as they say, damned if he did and damned if he didn’t.  Had Constance had time to consider the facts carefully she might have come to a different conclusion than the one she was currently feasting upon. However she was young and french and part Veela! Her temper was inherited.<br/><br/>She was so angry that all she could do was scream and point at his two best friends as if they were the scourge of the universe and the problem to all mankind. She marched off muttering things like “if he wants air then he can take a long walk out of the carriage!” and “how dare he!” and “right in front of me like I am nothing!” Her pride was hurt. She felt unattractive, unloved, no longer adored by him! In short she felt exactly how Claudette hoped she would feel.<br/><br/>Moving along the carriage, Constance tried to keep the tears at bay, but she was an emotional young woman at the best of times, while at the worst, she was simply a mess.  Uncaring who she sat beside, whether she was alone or intruding on another. Plopping down in the nearest empty chair Connie turned her head to the window and allowed her sorrow to fill her soul.<br/>