<div class="floatleft">(http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg157/onilobo/BL-7_zpsaf330971.jpg) (http://s247.photobucket.com/user/onilobo/media/BL-7_zpsaf330971.jpg.html)</div><div class="floatright">(http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg157/onilobo/Marstonsmom_zps592ec7db.jpg) (http://s247.photobucket.com/user/onilobo/media/Marstonsmom_zps592ec7db.jpg.html)</div><strong>Character Name(s) PC:</strong>Madeleine Desrosiers and Emmanuelle Harlaw<br/><strong>Relationship Status:</strong>Widowed / Widowed<br/><strong>Beauxbatons Alumni:</strong>Papillonlisse / Papillonlisse<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Arriving at the School (long before the carriage is scheduled to arrived)<br/><strong>Date:</strong>September 1st<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Annabelle Delacroix<br/><hr/><br/>"My my, if the teachers are not tolerant of such mundane things, then the school has truly changed since we attended." Madeline commented, not hinting if she favored this revelation one way or another.<br/><br/>Emmanuelle was brought to smile, drawing the attention of her mother as the headmistress mentioned the traits of the head girl. "Careful now, those are his favorite. He is nothing like my sisters, myself or my mother...he is a Harlaw. You knock a Harlaw down a few pegs and they stand up even taller." She spoke with pride in her son and the family back home that had reluctantly accepted her.<br/><br/>"To add to what my daughter is saying, he is unlikely to be sorted into Papillonlisse. Over a five generations broken...imagine that." The older of the two commented to which the daughter simply dismissed with a wave.<br/><br/>Madeline turned back to Annabelle. "Well my dear, we will not take up any more of your time. Do you mind if we linger long enough for my daughter to give my grandson her wand in person? If not, we can leave it with you."