<div class="floatleft">(https://24.media.tumblr.com/d32e64c7793514dd2ee9190f2b890625/tumblr_mzsfxr3auR1r7wrq1o1_400.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, Anders<hr/><br/>Gustav attempted to put into practice all of the patience instilled in him from years of lessons from his mother but it was becoming difficult with Tink, his owl, displaying her behavioral tendencies which warned of an approaching storm. In other words, his pint sized owl would scream bloody murder in about a minute or so if her demands were not meet. Women, regardless of the species, were loved but fickle creatures. To have the entire carriage’s attention on him was the last objective on his mind, least of all for the misbehavior of his owl.<br/><br/>Using his foot to balance his suitcase, he reached into his pocket and retrieved the hay cube from earlier. Gustav tossed the small cube into Tink’s cage to buy himself some time. His impromptu planned work since the invasion triggered the owl’s instinct to inspect an intrusion to what was considered her nest.<br/><br/>“You know what? Never mind,” he said, voice clouded with a speckle of the agitation he felt about the situation. “I should have picked a quiet familiar like a insect.” Those words were muttered more for his benefit than the unknown girl.<br/><br/>It was his intention to find another empty seat next to a potentially low energy student who would not disturb his naps when he spotted a familiar face out of the corner of his eye.  “Anders!” He called out with a jovial smile curving at his lips. Instantly, he pulled his belongings and guided it expertly through some of the outstretched feet in the aisle. It only took him a moment to reach the portion where Anders decided to spend his trip. “What in hell are you doing in Lyons?” It was obvious from the overt relief displayed on Gustav’s face that he was pleased to see a familiar face. “I figured you would be on another carriage.” Then again, the same could be said for Gustav since last year he rode the carriage in Nantes. After all, it was closest to his home. However, this year, they were in town to visit his father’s ailing brother. Gustav took a moment to place Tink’s cage on a hook which would not agitate her with constant swaying then put away his crap before flopping down with an audible sigh into the seat directly next to Anders.<br/><br/>“How was your summer? I swear leaving would be easier if Margo didn't cry her eyes out whenever its time to leave.” Margo was the only person outside of his family who knew the true reason for Gustav's disappearance was not due to his being a caretaker for an elderly couple. "Well, maybe not." He revealed with a hint of honesty in his tone as he folded his hands together and twiddled his thumbs over each other.