<div class="floatleft">(http://i975.photobucket.com/albums/ae240/samanthamazur/dFNG5BTi033S_zpsa5e722e0.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name PC:</strong>Claudette Nadeen Touchet<br/>(goes by Claud) (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=193964.msg9460236#msg9460236)<br/><strong>Relationship Status:</strong>Single<br/><strong>House and Year</strong>Ombrelune, second year student<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Carriage from Marseilles<br/><strong>Date:</strong>September 1st<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Gustav and his smelly owl, Open<br/><br/>*wearing (http://fashionistatrends.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/10/classy-outfits-44.jpg)<br/><br/><hr/><br/>The noise that poluted her solitude was the first to alert Claudette that her private world had been invaded. Looking over with a sharp expression on her features she narrowed her eyes at the sight of “Farmer Ted.”  She of course knew his name was Gustav, but it just didn’t roll from the tongue as freely as the nickname she had awarded him. The second affront to her peace and quiet was the offending bird stuffed in a cage. The only redeeming feature the feathered beast had going for it was the soul scorching glare it held for its owner. Claude briefly thought it might be worth while to flick her wand, opening the cage freeing the pissed off owl. With any luck it would peck out the eyes of her unwanted and uninvited visitor.<br/><br/><strong>”What do you think you are doing… excuse me!”</strong>her voice rose to an earsplitting volume as Gustav attempted to silence her by raising his hand as if he were her lord and master. No one,  NO ONE controlled Claudette Nadeen Touchet!<strong>”How dare you! Mon Dieu! Imbecile! You’ve bloodied my blouse!”</strong>The look on her face was priceless. Her beautiful, perfectly white blouse was not splattered with tiny speckles of blood. It really wasn’t that big of a deal, as the stains could have easily been removed with a well used cleaning spell. However that was hardly reason to spread ones blood about the place like you were offering a homemade treat!<br/><br/>Standing, or rather springing to her feet Claudette moved to collect her carry on bag when she realized it was still in the overhead compartment above her previous seat that she had shared with Constance and her constant companion, Ettiene. Not to mention the wonder twits! Could this day get any worse?!<strong>”Out of my way you…”</strong>she was about to spill yet another insult when another bump caused her to propel forward into his arms. The surprised expression was classic. Her pretty green eyes sparkled, and framed with dark, thick lashes, while her painted lips formed the perfect o-shape. For a moment, a single heartbeat, Claudette was vulnerable.<br/><br/>And then the indignation struck a cord that released the shrew.<br/><br/><strong>”How dare you manhandle me! Let me go now! Release me!”</strong>As she moved smoothly into the dramatics that she was well known for Claudette barely  struggled to get out of his hold, especially considering Gustav had only reacted to the fall and was hardly heartbroken to let her go.