<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>Adrian Beauchene and his fishy (Open)<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 cooed over the lady fish that had been created just for Herbert, the smile that tugged at the corner of her lips and shimmered in her pretty blue-green eyes. She watched the fishes swim around each other, float close then swim away, only to give into curiosity and meet up again. They looked to be courting. Connie just knew they were falling in love. She sighed. That was what love was supposed to be like. Two people (or fish) that couldn’t stand to be away from each other without feeling the pull to return to each others arms (or fins). Her mind returned to Ettiene. That was what it had been like for them in the summer. Their time away from everyone had shown Constance how much her Ettiene loved her.<br/><br/>It was the chirp from Adrian’s Phoenix that brought her back to the young man before her. She hadn’t been listening to his explanation on how to change the colours, she had been thinking of Ettiene, remembering their time together and wishing he was with her now. Constance blinked back a batch of fresh tears that threatened to spill down her cheeks and swallowed the lump of sadness that formed in her throat.<strong>”Pardon, it is time to change…”</strong>pushing the fish back into his hands she smiled and rose to her feet.<strong>”Your fish are pretty. Excuse me please”</strong>Smoothing her dress free of wrinkles Connie rolled her shoulders back and looked towards the doors that would lead her to the Paris carriage. She should go to him…<br/><br/>With a scared smile Connie headed down the aisle in search of her boyfriend. She wanted to apologize, to tell him how much she loved him and most of all to taste the flavor of his lips, sharing a passionate kiss to celebrate them making up. But what she wanted and what might actually happen could be two very different things.