<div class="floatleft">(https://24.media.tumblr.com/59196c0c20d321e5ff148706b53c6d68/tumblr_mzg9x6c3Bc1r7wrq1o1_250.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong>Gustav Giuseppe Beauvais<br/><strong>Year/House:</strong>Second Year, Bellefeuille<br/><strong>Relationship Status:</strong>Attached<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>white shirt, slacks, dress shoes, and suspenders (https://24.media.tumblr.com/9b1597461e7b37d3f7cf74f1f56728c4/tumblr_mzeyf42ZIQ1t6yu02o1_500.jpg)<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Lyon carriage<br/><strong>Date:</strong>September 1<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Sylvianne<hr/><br/>As soon as his family, mainly his mother, disappeared out of view, Gustav slipped his hand upward to loosen his tie before pulling it off completely to clutch in one hand. Finally, he undid a few of the top buttons then inhaled deeply without the collar of his shirt pinching into his neck. His mother always insisted for him to wear his best clothes whenever he returned back to school from home.<br/><br/>Love and respect made him tolerant of her efforts, especially due to understanding his being away more than half of the year deprived her of rearing him. Course, almost always, Gustav would accidentally ruin her efforts due to taking care of some last minute chore around the farm or engaging his brothers in a farewell wresting match. Today, the former happened. To his mother's dismay, there was no time for Gustav to change clothes. So rather than appearing camera ready, his shirt was crumpled and stubborn specks of dirt clung to his slacks.<br/><br/>Unceremoniously, he stuffed the black tie in to his pocket then walked toward the carriage easily guiding his suitcase through the growing crowd. Rather than instantly boarding like some of his peers, Gustav headed over to stand in front of the lead horse which stamped its hoof down on the ground and shifted its wings with obvious annoyance. The Abraxan horses were nothing short of a fascination for Gustav mostly due to their boorish nature. To be earn their trust would be a feat. Knowing the driver would not appreciate his efforts to establish a trust between horse and himself, Gustav quickly shoved his hand into his pocket then dug around until he found a suitable offering. He held out the hay cube then sighed with disappointment when the Abraxan turned its head rather than accept the treat.<br/><br/>Gustav sighed and place a hand to his heart. "You wound me."<br/><br/>The horse nickered in response before the others joined in. It appeared Gustav was the laughingstock of horses.<br/><br/>Without further delay, he headed back around the horses then boarded the carriage. As he walked down the narrow aisles, he searched for his normal group of friends but was unable to locate them. He decided to stop searching when Tink hooted loudly. Gustav stopped in front of a willowy girl who appeared uncomfortable in her seat. As though something was shoved between the cheeks of her derriere. He silently debated if he actually wanted to spend the duration of his trip next to her but another impatient hoot deterred the possibility of further searching.<br/><br/>"Umm, excuse me, are you saving this seat for anyone?"