<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/>Ettiene Bonhomme entered the Paris carriage.  He did not do it intentionally.  Any carriage was better than the Marseilles carriage.  He hadn't looked around the Paris carriage to assure himself that it was indeed a better fit, but he<em>felt the mood.</em>It wasn't oppressive.  It wasn't exasperating.  The young man felt as if he could sit down and relax.  And so he did.<br/><br/>But one can't simply go through this emotional turbulence with the person one loves one instant, and forget about it the next.  So, despite trying not to think about Constance, he found himself wondering about her.  Where was she?  Who was she talking to?  What was she doing?  Was she still crying?  Would she forgive him?  What had they even argued about?  Though it had happened mere moments ago, Ettiene couldn't really remember exactly what the two had been arguing about.  This happened often.  He sort of wished that Abel and Kenneth had come with him, because they were very good minute keepers when it came to recalling these incidents.<br/><br/>"Oh yeah, that's when you said that you liked mayonnaise," Abel would say.<br/><br/>"And, in that moment, from Constance's perspective, it felt like you were saying that Constance was too skinny," Kenneth would add.<br/><br/>"And when Connie was like, 'I eat enough.'  And you were like, cold as ice, 'do you?'"<br/><br/>"Abel and I have been chatting about this.  We feel that you don't really understand the words that are coming out of your mouth."<br/><br/>It had to do something with Claudette, that was for sure.<em>Claudette!</em>The bane of his existence at Beauxbatons.  Life was hard enough, you know?  Here he was, a handsome, rich, noble wizard.  And the classes were hard.  Quidditch was rough.  It seemed that he was nearly getting expelled for one reason or another every other week.  He was nursing injuries every day.  And the women!  The women at the school were driving him nuts!  But Claudette was the worst one of the pack.<br/><br/>He suddenly got up to walk back to Constance and apologize, but who was there just then?  It was Claudette!<br/><br/>"Damn it, Claudette!" he cried.   "Why are you following me?"