<div class="floatleft">(http://media-cache-ec0.pinimg.com/236x/f8/69/4d/f8694d3a2bd7f1ca1e1f3e052c5c30df.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong>Ettiene Bonhomme (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=193964.msg9427792#msg9427792)<br/><strong>Relationship Status:</strong>Dating Constance Maree Jeannie Beauregard (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=193964.msg9449326#msg9449326)<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Carriage from Marseilles/Conjoined Carriages<br/><strong>House and Year:</strong>Bellefeulles 3rd Year<br/><strong>Date:</strong>September 1st<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Connie, Claudette, Gustav, Abel, Kenneth, Open<br/>*wearing (http://www.malemodelscene.net/wp-content/uploads/2011/07/Janice-Fronimakis-For-Canali-Fall-Winter-2011.12-MaleModelSceneNet-01.jpg)<br/><br/><hr/><br/><em>Damn it,</em>Ettiene thought.<em>Constance is getting that look on her face.</em><br/><br/>Ettiene and Constance were always fighting.  He hated it, but secretly enjoyed the drama.  Whenever he and Constance were together and alone, the two got along.  There was no ripple in the sea of their company.  They could sail and sail for days together, and be amiable, considerate and kind.  No one knew them to be unhappy, everyone thought them cheerful, and no one could ever think differently.  But, in the confines of this carriage and the prestigious Beauxbatons Academy of Magic, they no longer resonated with one another.  But it wasn't their fault.  The fault lay squarely upon the shoulders of that big-breasted troglodyte, Claudette.<br/><br/>"Wait, Constance, please don't go.  Don't do --"<br/><br/>Ettiene, Abel and Kenneth observed the American run by.  Ettiene didn't think much about it.  It wasn't uncommon to see strange things charge past them while they sat in the seats.  A would-be student chasing after a chocolate frog wasn't a rare sight.  Abel was disgusted.  He didn't like Americans.  He was a typical Parisian in that sense.  Kenneth felt bad for the American boy because chocolate frogs were tasty.<br/><br/>"... this," the young Ettiene said.<br/><br/>"It's like Claudette is a loser magnet," Abel said.   "That Gustav..."<br/><br/>Ettiene sort of felt bad about Gustav.  The kid was nice.  Introspective.  But he was a bit of an...  it was difficult to put it into words.  Dude held in a lot of stuff.  He wasn't very good at expressing himself, and his life seemed to be one humiliation after another.  It had gotten to the point that he didn't think it was funny any more, but it was difficult for him to perceive Gustav as anything but a clutz.  Take, for example, the present situation.  He could have accidentally fallen over an even more gorgeous girl, couldn't he?  The carriage was abound with them.<br/><br/>"Screw Gustav, god damn it," Ettiene said, put off by Constance's desire to be with her best friend.  That was an opportunity for Claudette to turn her against him, and that was something that needed to be stopped.  But before he could come up, Claudette was charging towards him like a bull.  He was forced to sit back in his seat.   "What the hell are you -- OOF!"  Claudette's bag fell on his lap hard.  Well, fell is a nice word for 'dropped.'  Ettiene wrenched about in pain.  Abel and Kenneth both scrunched their faces with pain and said, in unison, a long "....ooh."<br/><br/>"Doesn't look like you'll be impregnating anyone soon, Etty," Abel said.   "You're such an amazing wingman, Claud.  Even when you're trying to be a huge BITCH."<br/><br/>"Abel, will you please shut -- uh..."  Ettiene got an eyeful of Claudette's pendulous breasts, and liked what he saw.  I mean, they were huge, and they were right there in front of his face.  Teasing him.  TEASING him.  Claudette had her tits all in his face because she was teasing him!  Ettiene literally had to push her back to get up.<br/><br/>"Constance, I'm going to another carriage," he said, moody now that Claudette was up to her games.   "I need some air."