<div class="floatleft">(http://ilarge.listal.com/image/3063774/936full-paula-zago.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><strong>Character's Name:</strong> Marcelline Zoé Rex<br/><strong>Nickname:</strong> Zoé (common), Rex (common), Marcie (hates it)<br/><strong>Character's Age &amp; Birth date:</strong> 19. <em>July 21st, 1995</em><br/><strong>Relationship Status:</strong> Single.<br/><strong>Year/House:</strong> 3rd, Bellefuille<br/><strong>Location:</strong> Brussels, Belgium - Carriages<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 1st.<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong> Professor Fauchex.<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>This, sans bag (http://media-cache-ec0.pinimg.com/736x/49/e4/0c/49e40c847b7db806bd64bc785c07b350.jpg). Messenger Bag. (http://img0.etsystatic.com/006/0/5520134/il_570xN.391262034_9rj2.jpg)<br/><strong>Jace:</strong> (http://cdn-www.dailypuppy.com/dog-images/arlo-the-australian-shepherd_38593_2009-12-10_w450.jpg) Present<br/></span><hr/><hr/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: timesnewroman;"><br/>Marcelline had always appreciated every moment she'd spent with the woman outside of the classroom. She wasn't exactly the best at many things associated with art, but painting had found a special home inside of her. It wasn't often she found an outlet for that desire to paint (and make a mess, one part of it all she thoroughly enjoyed,) but it was one reason why she enjoyed being a stagehand. Adjusting her sweater for a moment, tugging the cloth down from where it had situated once she'd sat, she smiled sweetly, eyes locked on Desiree as she spoke of her trip. "I've never been, either. Do anything particularly amazing?" And then, unknowing of the woman's instinctual avoidance of the subject, she spoke again, a hint of curiosity and overall <em>teenager</em> in her words. "Lots of cute boys in England..." <em>And women</em>, though the latter was better left unsaid, a curious notion that wasn't entirely worth speaking of. Especially not to a teacher.<br/><br/>Marcelline's eyes had wandered down to watch the woman's husky settle its head on her lap, an unanticipated smile tugging the corner of her lips to match her mood. "Family stuff. Felt kind of out of place, you know? I'm glad I made it on time and that..." A short pause, eyes rising to meet her Professor's in that soft silence. ".. I know someone here." The smile had bloomed into something else entirely, completely warm and sweet. There was no doubt she was excited, the thought of returning to school one she'd been focused on even as she had prepared to leave for summer months ago. Teeth sunk into her bottom lip, mind considering how to answer Desiree's question appropriately, eyes moving down to Jace, staying there a moment. "It <em>is</em> my third year, and I'm extremely excited. My classes are all exactly what I wanted. What about you?" She knew it was more work for the Professors than enjoyment, but some part of her hoped the woman was excited, as well.<br/><br/>That did raise a question, though, and it pushed its way into Marcelline's mind even as she reached down to scoop up her pup, situating him in her lap. The animal's response was a lazy roll into her body, pressing himself against her and yawning. Her hands idly scratched along the dog's side and belly, eyes lifting back up to find her companion's either when she spoke or after a few minutes of comfortable, content silence. "Will you have time for lessons with me, this year?" Lessons was a bit of an overstatement, as Marcelline had gotten through a lot of the basic technical aspects of painting quite quickly. She still struggled with some, though she found the company and feedback of Ms. Fauchex the most benefitial part of the entire experience. By the time she looked out the window again, they had lifted off, meaning that soon they would be attached to the rest of the carriages. Marcelline wondered if she'd find Gustav or not this trip, her hands still rubbing and scratching the now dozing dog in her lap without cessation.<br/><br/></span>