<div class="floatleft">(http://media.meltyfashion.fr/article-1259538-ajust_930/l-actrice-scarlett-johansson.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Character Name (PC):</strong>Leonore Braun (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=193964.msg9474781#msg9474781)<br/><strong>Year/House:</strong>Second Year, Ombrelune<br/><strong>Relationship Status:</strong>Single<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>This (http://www.dicandiafashion.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/02/Casual-wear-for-women-over-50-434x1024.jpg)<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Carriage from Paris, France<br/><strong>Date:</strong>September 1st<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Jean-Paul, Luc-Ambroise, Gustav, Marcelline<br/><br/><hr/><br/>That smile on her lips only widened, feeling slightly thrilled at the prospect of introducing Gustav to her seniors and letting friendship bloom between them. She had known on the slight reputation when it came to her own House, especially when people had assumed that Ombrelunes were quite distant and a bit snobbish in a way. Yet, Leonore couldn't really blame any of them who thought of that, especially when she was considered to be somewhat like that until Gustav came along.<br/><br/>She could almost recalled the memory quite vividly; on the rather nervous Gustav approaching her and she was confused, and stared at him quite blankly when he asked for her assistance with his class. Back then, she found it a bit trivial but soon relented, especially having herself being a rather kind soul and would extend a hand to help someone who was in need, especially when it came to studies. She had been there when it came to Charm Class, and she approached Jean-Paul because of it. Why couldn't she do the same to someone who needed her help? In the end though, it became a very wise decision as both her and Gustav became rather good friends after that.<br/><br/>Leonore couldn't resist smiling more, mistaking that the boys were getting along well since they were talking. She waited for the blonde boy to take the empty seat until she heard some noises, which only drew her attention away and towards the source. Her grayish-blue eyes widened at the sight of Marcelline, though it was more out of pleasant surprise as she lifted a hand to wave towards her. She was somewhat shy towards the older girl, but knew her name and who she was, especially with Gustav introducing them both together last year. She was another Bellefeuille, someone Gustav could be comfortable with and she was glad actually that her good friend was comfortable doing something like what he had done to Marcelline. She did gave a sympathetic look towards the brunette female, seeing that pinching only to be quite painful. "Gustav, you should really stop doing that to Zoé," Leonore chimed in, but she spoke with a smile before giving a playful swat at his upper arm. She did wondered on what her good friend meant about what he said, as it sounded like he did faced some trouble just before they finally met again just moments ago. Yet, she knew it would be best to ask later than at the present moment.<br/><br/>"Forgive him, Zoé. I'm just glad he doesn't do that to me, because if he did, I would had offered to stop helping him with his classes as punishment," she gave a playful look towards Gustav but nevertheless neared herself to him to give an affectionate scratch behind Jace's ear. "Hello there, Jace! It's so good to see you too!" Nevertheless, she had moved away a bit and looked over to Luc-Ambroise and Jean-Paul.<br/><br/>In a way, the arrival of Marcelline was definitely unexpected and now, Leonore could see on how this little group had went larger by minutes. She didn't mind, but only hoped her seniors wouldn't be too troubled by the newcomers nevertheless. "A-ah, this is Marcelline Zoé Rex," she decided to introduce Marcelline, since she figured the senior of Gustav would prefer to sit with them and mingle. "She's a senior of Gustav, in the same house. I'm not too certain whether you all are familiar with each other." Leonore turned her head to spare a soft smile towards Marcelline but nevertheless, nudged Gustav to let him take the next empty seat.