<div class="floatleft">(http://i1226.photobucket.com/albums/ee406/Mostly_roleplay_pictures/People/Males/Andrej/tumblr_lqmach09v01qlhliso1_500_zps21065338.gif)</div><strong>Character Name (PC):</strong>Afanassii Abez'iana (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=193964.msg9431176#msg9431176)<br/><strong>Year/House:</strong>2nd year / Papillonlisse<br/><strong>Relationship Status:</strong>single<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>a random hodgepodge of alternative clothing (http://www.metmuseum.org/toah/images/hb/hb_2004.15a,b.jpg)<br/><strong>Location:</strong>the carriage from Bern, Switzerland.<br/><strong>Date:</strong>September 1st<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Professor Anais Lachance (and little Annalise), Professor Jerome Bellerose (mentioned)<br/><br/>When the stillness of the Bern carriage was so suddenly dispelled by tiny pittering feat and a childish squeal, Nassii immediately opened his eyes and locked on to the newcomers. A wide grin spread across his fair features and he sat up with interest, watching the little one's antics and trying to contain his laughter at the expense of the professors' embarrassment. He had hardly noticed the stoic potions master boarding before and had thought he might be his only company for the journey so the little girl was an exciting breath of fresh air.<br/><br/>The 2nd year was very fond of children - especially girls - so he couldn't help but become enchanted by her little smile and natural sincerity. As the adults conversed, he began to attempt to get the little one's attention and entertain her with a round of peek-a-boo. He almost didn't notice when Anais mentioned her new role at the school. It was a few seconds later that he jerked his head over to consider her. That's right! He had heard that there would be a new charms professor. If his summer hadn't been so busy, he would have taken the time to find out more about her. After all, charms<em>was</em>his favorite subject.<br/><br/>Not wanting to directly interrupt their conversation, he instead rose to his feet and strode over to kneel by the feet of the little blue-eyed sweetheart. "Bonjour, Princess..." his baritone softly cut in, as he brushed back his long red locks. His pronunciation was passable but he was obviously foreign, even without considering his Russian accent. "Would you do the honor of telling me your name?"<br/><br/><br/><br/>