<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, Open<br/><br/><br/>Valter had the sensation that he was being watched, doing his best to ignore it. At first he suspected that it was the trio that was conversing in such a heated manner. Perhaps they had spotted him gazing in their direction and were now conversing about him. He sincerely hoped that they were not as that was the last thing that he really wanted to deal with at the moment. Truly it would not be a good first step to start off the school year in such a strange place with the judgments of older students already upon him. Silently bidding himself to just ignore them, he scooted himself a little lower in his seat, attempting to focus on the pages before him while silently wishing that the coach would just take off already.<br/><br/><em>“Welcome to my personal hell called the Marseilles Carriage.” She greeted, offering a hand to him.  “First year?  I'm Jacqueline.”</em><br/><br/>He winced slightly at the voice, knowing full well that it was directed at him. For a long moment he kept his nose in his book, debating with himself over what he should do. He could try to ignore her and maybe she would go away but that seemed like such a rude thing to do and he could only imagine the words that his mother and father might say if they were to ever learn that he was rude to someone on his first day, especially a woman.<br/><br/>Exhaling slowly to try and settle his nerves, he gave her words a moment to sink in, suddenly understanding that she was actually offering him a warm gesture, something that he hadn’t really been expecting. Purposely closing his book, he looked up to the girl before him, praying that he wasn’t blushing from being so awkward in such a simple situation.<br/><br/>“Hello…” It was Norwegian and he blanched. What a fool he was to speak in a foreign tongue. His nerves were truly getting the better of him today. Clearing his throat, he could feel the heat in his cheeks as he focused on French, praying that it wasn’t too broken and coarse for her to understand.. “Sorry… I meant hello. Yes this is my first year. So nervous. I hardly knew about this side of me…”<br/>