<div class="floatleft">(http://media-cache-ec0.pinimg.com/236x/f8/69/4d/f8694d3a2bd7f1ca1e1f3e052c5c30df.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong>Ettiene Bonhomme (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=193964.msg9427792#msg9427792)<br/><strong>Relationship Status:</strong>Dating Constance Maree Jeannie Beauregard (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=193964.msg9449326#msg9449326)<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Carriage from Paris/Conjoined Carriages<br/><strong>House and Year:</strong>Bellefeulles 3rd Year<br/><strong>Date:</strong>September 1st<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Claudette, OPEN<br/>*wearing (http://www.malemodelscene.net/wp-content/uploads/2011/07/Janice-Fronimakis-For-Canali-Fall-Winter-2011.12-MaleModelSceneNet-01.jpg)<br/><br/><hr/><br/>"Just because I walked forward does not mean I was following you," Claudette said.  "What a big ego you have."<br/><br/>That was certainly a pickle, wasn't it?  Claudette was quite an adept at capturing a man flat-footed with her reason, and Ettiene abhorred the cold current of Claudette's correlations.  She was right.  There were a number of explanations as to why she had entered the Paris train, all of which were far more plausible than her following him specifically.  Ettiene was still too young to understand women, especially when they were as cold and as calculating as Claudette.  Alas, he was unarmed for this war, both mentally and psychologically, and could not help but stammer in response.<br/><br/>"Uh... well, of course, you are right," he said, almost with a half-heart as he looked beyond the horizon of her creamy shoulder.   "I'm just not in the right mind... What?"<br/><br/>He had not caught that last portion of her statement.  Well, he did catch it.  And his face turned so red and his eyes went wide with terror!  But he could not believe that she had actually just alluded to that incident from so long ago.  That was going to be his initial response.  "But Claudette, it was so long ago."  But even in his mind, that was not much of a defense.  The truth was, Ettiene had made a mistake.  He was a young man who was prone to making similar mistakes, but unless some young woman had secretly borne a child, Claudette was the only mistake that was still holding that night against him.<br/><br/>It wasn't fair to Constance in any way.  Indeed, that night didn't quite appeal to Ettiene's sense of justice, duty, loyalty or love.  You just don't fuck your girlfriend's best friend, no matter how drunk you are.  But Ettiene had.<br/><br/>"Claudette!" he hissed, snatching Claudette's wrist.  He wanted to tell her off.  He wanted to set things straight.  But instead, the next blow came.<br/><br/>"Don't worry about Constance," Claudette said.  "She's happy enough flirting with a handsome older student.  Blonde, pretty face.  He made her a fishy... isn't that cute, Ettiene?  It must feel horrible to be replaced so fast, with such ease."<br/><br/>"... Constance..." he said, his eyes wide with rage.  He wasn't a very jealous person.  But it put him off to see her so cordial just so recently removed from a conversation.  She was inconsolable about her fight with Claudette.  But, as soon as she's done arguing with him, everything is daisies.<br/><br/>"That... that... that cow!" he said.  He threw Claudette's wrist down and turned around, glaring ahead of him and at everything.  Then, he marched deeper into the Paris carriage, until finding an empty seat, whereupon he fell seated with a huge harumph.