<div class="floatleft">(http://www4.images.coolspotters.com/photos/718362/kit-harington-profile.png)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong>Valter Endresen (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=193964.25)<br/><strong>Year/House:</strong>First year<br/><strong>Relationship Status:</strong>Single<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>This, minus the watch. (http://i.imgur.com/VYnlHlg.jpg)<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Carriage from Marseille, in the back.<br/><strong>Date:</strong>September 1st<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Open<br/><br/>Pulling his gaze from the window for a moment, he looked at other students in the carriage. They seemed to all know each other and were conversing though it did not seem be enjoying it given their body language. He shrugged slightly to himself. It really wasn’t his place to be judging things based on only what he could see, but what else was he supposed to do? He really didn’t feel like going over and introducing himself. What if there was some sort of decorum for such things and he made a fool of himself. That would certainly not be a good first step into this strange world.<br/><br/>Shaking himself from his thoughts, he spotted the pair kissing and shook his head again. He was so unused to that kind of thing. Perhaps it had to do with a lack of a mother growing up or that his father was not that kind of guy. Either way he was not big on affection and seeing it usually just caused him to blush, avert his gaze and look for the nearest exit. Alas he was stuck in this carriage for some unknown time. Looking for his bag, he dug around in it until he found his copy of Beauxbaton: A History. Getting comfortable in his seat, he opened to the first chapter.<br/>