<div class="floatleft">(http://i1226.photobucket.com/albums/ee406/Mostly_roleplay_pictures/People/Males/Andrej/7968e38f-8592-4d0a-8600-c85f60b33941_zpsac091115.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name (PC):</strong>Afanassii Abez'iana (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=193964.msg9431176#msg9431176)<br/><strong>Year/House:</strong>2nd year / Papillonlisse<br/><strong>Relationship Status:</strong>single<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>a random hodgepodge of alternative clothing (http://www.metmuseum.org/toah/images/hb/hb_2004.15a,b.jpg)<br/><strong>Location:</strong>the carriage from Bern, Switzerland.<br/><strong>Date:</strong>September 1st<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Emilie Callahan, all Professors (mentioned)<br/><br/>Nassii blinked as the Irish girl switched languages so quickly and then shrugged. It would be easier to converse with her this way, though he did worry if school staff would be angry they weren't using French. Only time would tell. "No, I don't mind at all. It's not as if we're in class or anything so I don't think the Professors will mind." At that, he threw a glance back over his shoulder, red hair swishing in his face from the movement. He tested the waters a bit as he continued to speak English, looking over the faces of the teachers he knew were riding in back.<br/><br/>"Mmmn?" he hummed, turning around to consider her question. "You're right, I am Russian and yet do not live in Russia. We are avoiding the country for various reasons so even if a school was made available to me there, I would not attend." He kept the answer vague so far but gave no indication that he was uncomfortable in her manner of questioning. "I live in the Czech Republic now and there is no wizarding school there, to my knowledge. Some thought I should attend Durmstrang..." his nose wrinkled a little in vague distaste, "and they were of equal distance from my home. I would choose Beauxbatons over the Bulgarian school, of course.... I do not like that they forbid muggle-born wizards there."<br/><br/>He grew silent and studied the girl's face then, smiling slightly at how adorably the blush accentuated her freckles. Her words captured his attention back and his eyes lit up at her implied confession. "Oho! So you<em>are</em>a first year student! I had thought you might be." He gave her a wink and a beaming smile, leaning back into the seat more to get comfortable. It was nice that she was curious - or was that... anxiety behind the questions? "I can't tell you much about the other houses - without inside knowledge everything is superficial. My house is Papillionlisse," he brought a hand to his chest as he spoke, "We are the artists."