<div class="floatleft">(http://i1226.photobucket.com/albums/ee406/Mostly_roleplay_pictures/People/Males/Andrej/day_zps62cf4d29.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name (PC):</strong>Afanassii Abez'iana (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=193964.msg9431176#msg9431176)<br/><strong>Year/House:</strong>2nd year / Papillonlisse<br/><strong>Relationship Status:</strong>single<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>a random hodgepodge of alternative clothing (http://www.metmuseum.org/toah/images/hb/hb_2004.15a,b.jpg)<br/><strong>Location:</strong>the carriage from Bern, Switzerland.<br/><strong>Date:</strong>September 1st<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Emilie Callahan, Professor Anais Lachance (and little Annalise)<br/><br/>Nassii's attention kept snaking back to the little darling on the floor and he inevitably began to make faces at her again. Of course, a child's attention is often a fickle thing to maintain, even more so when you are attempting to converse with her mother. Not wanting to make a nuisance of himself with the new professor already, he politely excused himself from her company.<br/><br/>It was a little strange being one of the only students on board so far, but only because he thrived so much amongst company. The previous year's transport was equally desolate, but his anxiety proved to be a helpful distraction in so the trip had not seemed as long. He stretched and looked out the carriage window nearby. Judging from the sun's position, they should be on their way any time now and he doubted anyone else would be boarding. With a bit of a pout, he sat, his legs spread slightly and his hands clasped and hanging between them. His melancholy behavior brought his fastidious mottled tabby out of her hiding spot beneath the seats. Margaritka had slunk into the carriage unnoticed, keeping mostly between her friend's feet, and then ran to the shadows so as not to be bothered by anyone who might have thought that a cat was public property for stroking. She was an intelligent cat, far more of a confidant than a pet and she wasn't interested in many activities that were typically associated with her species.<br/><br/>Margaritka jumped on the soft surface of the seat next to the boy and performed her unique call - a trill that was something between a purr and a meow. She lifted a paw to bat gently at Nassii's hair until he turned her way and she leaned in to bestow "kisses" upon his cheek. Afanassii smiled for a moment and reached a hand out to pet her before she curled up on his lap. He sighed and frowned once more, his sullen mood keeping him from noticing the conversation outside until - at last - his peripheral vision finally took in the new girl's entrance. He turned his fair face towards the motion, the smouldering dismal expression remaining for a moment before he realized that he didn't know the girl. Suddenly, he sat up and his face brightened. First year students were always the most interesting, which was partly because they were such a mystery. This one was a beauty; with freckles and ...the most unusual eyes. The steely blue ones he had lit up at the thought of talking to her, even before he noticed her adorable and unusual choice of a pet. Lucky for the lot of those on board the Bern carriage, Daisy was a cat gentler than the flower she was named after... although he was aware that most would not know the meaning behind her Russian name.<br/><br/>The new student seemed somewhat nervous. She'd yet to really look about the carriage and the way she spoke quietly to her black feathered friend and played with the shiny object she held made him worry that he would be intruding if he came her way. He wrestled with the thought of conversing with her for a minute or so before finally giving in to temptation. He had reached the compromise that he would not leave his spot and instead he called across the row of seats gently, "Hello, Miss...." The foreign boy, reached up to brush a long lock of red hair back back behind an ear and smiled, anxiously leaning to the side a bit to get a better view of her reaction.