<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:</strong>Lyon carriage<br/><strong>Date:</strong>September 1<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Anders<hr/><br/>Hand outstretched, Gustav greeted Anders properly with a firm handshake then cocked his head to the side with a lopsided grin when his friend revealed his reason for being in Lyons. If it had been anyone other than Anders then he might have doubted the man’s statement. Still, Gustav could not resist the perfect moment to harmlessly tease. “Oh man, don't tell me you wasted these last precious days of freedom on guided tours at the Musee Des Arts Decoratifs or the Musee Lumiere.”<br/><br/>There was a new collection at both locations. The only reason why Gustav knew of their existence was due to his mother’s persistence and strong hand. He had been dragged along with two of his brothers to appreciate objects from eons ago. Not that Gustav held a lack of respect for the arts. But after what felt like the millionth painting or statue, he was ready to be back in the fresh air than some place where touching was not an option. “Or,” he exaggerated the word with his tongue until it sounded like two syllables rather than one. “Were you talking about more…” He shifted his hand through the air as if to illustrate a woman’s curves. "Intricate and soft sightings that Lyon's has to offer? Not exactly like what is found in Pari but just as enjoyable."<br/><br/>Despite being in a committed relationship with a beautiful girl, Gustav was not blind to other women. However, just like in the museum, he was permitted to look but never ever touch. It was a rule he did not protest within that particular instance. His pleasant demeanor crumbled a bit when Anders questioned his reason for being in Lyons. He should have been prepared for the question but it was easy to forget what one did not wish to remember. “My uncle took a turn for the worst, and we were called to his side. Thankfully, he managed to pull through. A miracle is what the doctors are calling it.” He pressed his lips together into a frustrated smile. “It’s just bothersome. I know there is probably a cure or some form of medicine within the magical world. But his being a muggle which makes matters difficult.”<br/><br/>Gustav appeared ready to push the topic to the side because he did not want to be the cause for sadness. “Summer was summer. Work to be had during the day and fun at night.” It was no secret he felt more comfortable within the magical world than in the wizarding one. The only reason why he went to Beauxbatons was to learn some control over his natural abilities and with the hope that it would possibly help his family in the long run. “I missed it more than I thought. Home. The smell of my mam’s cooking. My brothers. Margo. Hell, even my dad. I sound like such a titty baby, don't I? I won't lament the entire ride back to school.”