<div class="floatleft">(http://i40.tinypic.com/29288wl.jpg)</div><strong>Alexander d'Artagnan VII</strong><br/>With:<strong> Miya Nakashima</strong><br/><hr/><br/>Alex waited outside for Miya while leaning against a wall and he examined the various paintings, some were blank and others were conversing with neighboring paintings. Things such as these always put a smile on his face, because he loved magic and the world that it encompasses. Then, he thought about Miya and the times they spent together. She was special to him and, while he was in France, he longed to see her. Miya had a different effect on him than other girls did. With her, he could view a peaceful life, in a nice little neighbourhood, little brooms flying around the house. The young man could barely hold himself from running towards her and kissing her in front of everyone, but Alex figured that Miya might find that too forward so he decided to be patient.<br/><br/><br/>Once Miya appeared before him, Alex held his arms out for the long-awaited embrace he has been imagining in his mind for months.