<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/originals/c0/bc/39/c0bc39a3df476bff5859875b7587c039.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong>Rosalyn Lamoureux<br/><strong>WEARING:</strong>Seafoam dreams (https://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=236675142[/URL)<br/><strong>Blood Status:</strong>Pureblood<br/><strong>Wand</strong>: 10 Inch/Alder/Unicorn hair- Slightly flexible<br/><strong>House/Year</strong>: Gryffindor, year 3<br/><strong>Date</strong>: September 1st,<br/><strong>Time/Day:</strong>10:30 AM<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong>Platform Nine and Three Quarters, on the train<br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong>Feeling absolutely downright bashful... where is the nearest rock to hide under?!<br/><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong>Rosalyn's theme- La Vie En Rose (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-NK9zdPj-oslink)<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Iain McGregor, Moray Morrigan, Nathaniel Warde and Zacharias Warde, Open.<br/>Mentioning: N/A<br/><hr/><br/><br/><strong>{Iain}</strong>“Well, we seem to have joined a Slytherin reunion. Moray…” Iain nodded to Moray Morrigan. “Lookin’ as innocent as ever.”<br/><br/>The first person that Rosalyn was honest delighted to see was her best friend, Moray Morrigan, she gave the brunette a warm 'hello' kind of smile, then directed her attention to two men Iain had proceeded to introduce to her.<br/><br/><strong>{Iain}</strong>“Nathaniel…I’m surprised they let ya out of Azkaban.” Without pausing he continued, “and this handsome devil…ya must be the one and only Zacharias. Now I won’t hold it against ya that you’re related to ‘im.”<br/><br/>Rosalyn's jade green gaze immediately slid curiously over to the younger male her family wanted her to marry and her face was instantly graced by a delicate light pink blush... he was very handsome, but... looks didn't make someone a good person, what kind of man was he really?<br/><br/><strong>{Iain}</strong>“I’m pleased to be introducin’ the heiress to Comte Lamoureux, Rosalyn.”<br/><br/>Rosalyn's eyes went wide with alarm as she looked over at Iain, her blush had darkened to a rosy hue, she was absolutely embarrassed at the entirely too formal introduction... her eyes slid back to the occupants of the compartment, not at all sure how to follow that up except to softly chuckle “Iain... you are too much sometimes... really...”<br/><br/>She decided it might help her to talk to someone more familiar to her first “Moray, it's so good to see you, I've missed you over the Summer”