<div class="floatleft">(http://i975.photobucket.com/albums/ae240/samanthamazur/IslaAvie_zps78609c4d.jpg)</div><br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://www.irishdogs.ie/images/gallery/104/1873_album.jpg)</div></div>Character Name PC: Isla<br/>Relationship Status: Single<br/>House and Year first year<br/>Location: Carriage Paris<br/>Date: September 1st<br/>Tagging Open, Virginie Moreau, Collette<br/><br/>Isla still sat upright as the carriages moved, it could take a little time to get ones balance, and she closed her eyes and considered the swan and the way to sail upon the water beautiful and serene almost as the lily. It was strange that for someone that could leap and dance through the air in the way that few could, coaches and trains tended to cause upset. Of course reading did not help the matter but it also kept her a little less nervous as she was able to concentrate. Of course Graham was being his usual self and that nasty cat of his was eyeing up her poor dog.<br/><br/>Everyone here seemed so confident, perhaps they were rather more used to socialising, not that she did not go to parties, but this was so very different. Practice had of course been so important to her parents, and Isla was nothing like her elder  brother. Save for the fact they were both artists. From a distance his cat spat the the huge dog moved from Isla which indeed panicked her somewhat, how terrible would it be to loose ones familiar even before school.<br/><br/>The dog that was as large as she was, well actually larger though he was on four legs made his was through the carriage then finally realised he was he was lost well lost from Isla, the problem was he was a sight hound, and though his sense of smell was good there were too many scents within the vehicle, though somewhat intimidating by his size he was actually was very much a gentle beast.<br/><br/>Isla was getting a little more nervous yet remembering her manners and asked politely if anyone had seen her dog. Eventually she found him licking an older girl’s hand, and it was terribly embarrassing. The young dancer approached Virginie Moreau, with her usual graceful manner. Then pausing for a moment she spoke,<strong> “Please excuse me, you seem to have found my dog or rather he found you. I do apologise for his behaviour.</strong>Looking up slowly a smile was offered to both girls<strong>“Forgive him, he is rather nervous.” </strong><br/>.<br/>