<div class="floatleft">(http://25.media.tumblr.com/e58b169ad3a561f1b86c5d0bd241f7d7/tumblr_mzmh064agc1rjpd1ko1_1280.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name (PC):</strong>Jacqueline Bouchard<br/><strong>Relationship Status:</strong>Single<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>This little number (http://25.media.tumblr.com/c20cae6b9553f39d911df80c1d30f3f8/tumblr_mzdkyl91L11rjpd1ko1_1280.jpg)<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Marseille Carriage<br/><strong>Date:</strong>September 1st<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Valter Endresen<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Try as she might to put her mind and attention back into her magazines, she was still unable to avoid listening to the conversation taking place around her, having forced to listen to the two love-birds summer together.  It was almost enough to make her sick to have to listen to how perfect it sounded.<br/><br/>With a sigh she sat her magazines back into her back, giving up hope on having the magazines to distract her.  Her eyes turned out of the windows, glancing out as she occasionally glanced back to the familiar and new faces which began to crowd the carriage.<br/><br/>One new face caught her attention.  From her seat she had watched as he settled in, studying him as he seemed somewhat unsure and nervous of the experience.  It made her think back to her own first year the year before.  Nervous, unsure of what to say, nor what to do as she sat on the carriage, all she had was her ball of nerves and cat on the way to the school.  How she would have killed for some conversation back then, something to help lessen her nerves and uncertainty.<br/><br/>Putting her things closer together upon her seat, Jacqueline rose from her seat in the back, making the short walk over to the empty seat next to the attractive looking first year.<br/><br/>“Welcome to my personal hell called the Marseilles Carriage.” She greeted, offering a hand to him.  “First year?  I'm Jacqueline.”