Beauxbatons Academy of Magic - Carriage
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				Title: <strong>Beauxbatons Academy of Magic - Carriage </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>persephone325</strong> on <strong>14-01-2014, 04:24:32</strong>
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				<div align="center">Beauxbatons students arrive at the school in beautiful powder blue carriages drawn by twelve winged horses. Each carriage can hold 30 students, and the carriage attendants are not included in that number. There are seven locations for students to board a carriage:<br><br>Paris, France<br>Nantes, France<br>Lyon, France<br>Bordeaux, France<br>Marseille, France<br>Brussels, Belgium<br>Bern, Switzerland<br><br>Each student is responsible for reaching and boarding the carriage on time. Lateness is not acceptable. If a student misses the carriage, they are responsible for finding another mode of transportation to make it to Beauxbatons. Students are given a warning when the carriage is at least 15 minutes away from the school, as to give them time to change into their school uniform.</div><hr><strong>Please use this tag for every post!</strong><br><div class="codeheader">Code: <a href="javascript:void(0);" onclick="return smfSelectText(this);" class="codeoperation">[Select]</a></div><pre style="margin: 0; padding: 0;"><code class="bbc_code">[floatleft][img height=300] insert your character avatar here[/img][/floatleft]<br>[b]Character Name (PC/NPC):[/b] Please use the appropriate label<br>[b]Year/House:[/b] (First years on the carriage, just put your year)<br>[b]Relationship Status:[/b]<br>[b]Wearing:[/b]<br>[b]Location:[/b]<br>[b]Date:[/b]<br>[b]Tagging:[/b]<br>[hr]</code></pre>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beauxbatons Academy of Magic - Carriage </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Loves</strong> on <strong>14-01-2014, 05:35:28</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i975.photobucket.com/albums/ae240/samanthamazur/ConnieAvie_zps1bd48eb5.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name PC:</strong> Constance Maree Jeannie Beauregard&nbsp; (goes by Connie) (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=193964.msg9449326#msg9449326)<br><strong>Relationship Status:</strong> Dating &nbsp;Ettiene Bonhomme &nbsp;(http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=193964.msg9427792#msg9427792)<br><strong>House and Year</strong> Papillonlisse, second year student <br><strong>Location:</strong>Carriage from Marseilles<br><strong>Date:</strong> September 1st <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Ettiene, Open <br>*wearing (http://media-cache-ec0.pinimg.com/736x/a5/4e/85/a54e855a2c8caa9d55da19e04dccd585.jpg)<br>*note, she is not wearing the hat* <br><br><hr><br>The past two weeks had been heaven. Connie had been sad to see the time come to an end. Sadly the sand continued to flow through the hour glass, regardless of how much she wished it would freeze. With the summer now truly behind her, Constance gracefully boarded the powder blue carriage and moved to the nearest open seat. She was wearing a pretty and romantic blue dress, (http://media-cache-ec0.pinimg.com/736x/a5/4e/85/a54e855a2c8caa9d55da19e04dccd585.jpg) one of her favorites. It always made her feel elegant, with its soft material that clung to her gentle curves, draping her figure perfectly. <br><br>The pure white Dove had been stored with some of the other exotic birds, and was no doubt nestled on its perch with its head tucked&nbsp; beneath one wing, as it was her habit when napping. The chest that housed her belongings was packed away with the others, leaving her with nothing to look after but herself and the charmed bag tucked at the side of her seat. <br><br>Beside Connie sat Ettiene, her boyfriend since her first year and the one responsible for the smile she had been sporting for the past two weeks. Her fingers moved to capture his, lacing in a soft hold, while her head rested upon his shoulder. <strong>”I miss the beach already”</strong> The public beach had been packed with holiday seekers, however Connie and Ettiene had been more fortunate than the average sunseeker, enjoying the romantic, and exclusive beaches not open to the general public.<br><br>Sadly, the lazy summer days were now officially behind them, but that wouldn’t stop her reliving their time together in her dreams! Looking out of the window, Connie sighed softly, smiling a secret smile that was reserved only for the handsome young man beside her. That is, when she wasn’t mad at him. Thier family’s didn’t approve of the relationship, and never missed an&nbsp; opportunity to try and drive a wedge between the young couple. However, the past two weeks spent alone, away from the pressures of family and the restrictions of school, the young couple had formed a stronger bond that would hopefully see them through another year, allowing them to overcome what obstacles the year might have in store. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beauxbatons Academy of Magic - Carriage </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caela</strong> on <strong>14-01-2014, 06:21:38</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/7c/Isaavi.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name (PC/NPC):</strong> Professor Isabeau Washington (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=193964.msg9431124#msg9431124)<br><strong>Relationship Status:</strong> Single<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Outfit (http://i980.photobucket.com/albums/ae282/caela_ecub/Misc%20Story%20Accessories/Clothes/clothes5.jpg), Shoes (http://i980.photobucket.com/albums/ae282/caela_ecub/Misc%20Story%20Accessories/Clothes/shoes8.jpg)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Beauxbaton Carriage<br><strong>Date:</strong> Sept. 1<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open<br><br><hr><br>Isa sighed softly as students began boarding the carriage for school. For the life of her she couldn't remember why it was that agreed to play chaperone for these things. Seated at the back of the carriage, she was easily within the line of sight of those students boarding, but out of the way enough to be ignored if they wished as well. Those returning would be the most likely to avoid the demanding teacher because they'd know they had a whole school year ahead of them under that dark and, at times, punishing gaze, a gaze that demanded everything they thought that they had to give with their magic...and then demanded they push themselves further.<br><br>Reaching into the small clutch she carried at her side, she pulled out a novel her Grandmother had purchased for her when she'd visited home this summer and smiled softly at it. It was actually a text she'd asked her Grandmother to order for her. She had no interest herself in the subject matter, but one of her fellow Professors might find it interesting enough...if he didn't have it already. There was a good chance that he did, but, considering it was a Muggle text, she was counting on it being the thought that counted. At the very least he should be amused that she'd actually deigned to go out with her Grandmother searching through Muggle bookshops. They hadn't found it that trip, her Grandmother had found it and picked it up on a later occasion. <br><br>Sliding the book back into her bag, the small, knowing, smile remained on her lips and she crossed her legs while glancing up at the students now entering the carriage. Lightly her foot bounced, a sure sign of impending boredom, but it also gave her time to examine the heels she'd chosen to wear as well. She liked this pair, liked the delicate straps, the way they wound around her ankles....giving her head a shake she chuckled softly at herself for letting her mind wander on such inane subjects as her shoes. If her students only knew her thoughts, she wouldn't be able to make them properly fear her steely gaze until just before the Christmas Holiday!<br><br>Settling back deeper into the lush cushions of the carriage seats she let her eyes drift shut and her head lean to the side, letting the children think that the ogre of a teacher slept, while in fact she listened to everything.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beauxbatons Academy of Magic - Carriage </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GnothiSeauton</strong> on <strong>14-01-2014, 06:31:40</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://24.media.tumblr.com/0ef361a221aeadcfa933a44847895e1f/tumblr_msj4zfDJSu1rjpd1ko1_1280.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name (PC):</strong>&nbsp; Jacqueline Bouchard<br><strong>Relationship Status:</strong>&nbsp; Single<br><strong>Wearing:</strong>&nbsp; This little number (http://25.media.tumblr.com/c20cae6b9553f39d911df80c1d30f3f8/tumblr_mzdkyl91L11rjpd1ko1_1280.jpg)<br><strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; Marseille Carriage<br><strong>Date:</strong>&nbsp; September 1st<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; Open<br><hr><br>When she had first arrived for the carriage in her first year, Jacqueline was no where near as comfortable and calm as she stood there outside the carriage.&nbsp; As her trunks were loaded into the baggage compartment, her eyes peering out through the dark sunglasses upon her face to watch for any signs of mishandling, she couldn't help but to think back to how nervous she had been the year before when it had been her first time going to Beauxbatons.<br><br>Over and over her parents had told her there had nothing to be fearful of, that she would be just fine.&nbsp; Yet that did not quell the monstrous butterflies in her stomach then.&nbsp; She had looked upon the carriage, with the giant, winged horses, with a sense of awe and fright, even for a pure-blood who was no stranger to magic.&nbsp; Nervous and afraid to be going away for so long, she hadn't stopped twiddling her fingers in her lap the whole way to the school, anxiously looking out of the windows at the sprawling landscape beneath them.<br><br>But with the changing of the year came a renewed confidence.&nbsp; Gone was the nervous anxiety, replaced with the calm, collected demeanor she had carried herself with outside the school.&nbsp; It was a new dawn, a new year, one that she intended to make her own.&nbsp; Quietly she had made her way into the carriage once her trunks had been loaded, soon finding a seat near the back where she could read her gossip magazines in peace.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beauxbatons Academy of Magic - Carriage </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PhantomPistoleer</strong> on <strong>14-01-2014, 06:49:04</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://media-cache-ec0.pinimg.com/236x/f8/69/4d/f8694d3a2bd7f1ca1e1f3e052c5c30df.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong>&nbsp; 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<br><strong>Date:</strong> September 1st <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Connie, 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>Ettiene entered hand-in-hand with his lovely girlfriend, the bewitching Connie.&nbsp; He was of above-average height with thick black hair.&nbsp; His almond eyes were penetrating and intuitive, but only discerned humor and never anything else.&nbsp; He was always smiling.&nbsp; And why wouldn't he be?&nbsp; Look at that stunning creature that stood beside him!&nbsp; Oh, she transcended beauty.&nbsp; She was elegance itself.&nbsp; Ettiene truly loved that well-crafted woman, and though his friends implored him not to be, he couldn't help but be in love.<br><br>He was dressed for a casual day of boating, with his white sports coat over his thin grayish turtle-neck.&nbsp; A red scarf accentuated his thin figure and gave it a more concrete appearance.&nbsp; He was wearing gray slacks and black boating shoes, and was lugging a small satchel that carried some small sundries for the trip.&nbsp; He had already taken care of their other luggage with the porter, and fortunately didn't mangle it.&nbsp; If he had not been supervised by She who is Smarter and Better, then he would have received a number of sundresses and she would have received very many slacks.<br><br>&nbsp;"The beach was lovely, ma chere," Ettiene said as he squeezed her arm tenderly, smiling secretively.&nbsp; &nbsp;"I cannot wait to do it again."<br><br>Ettiene didn't actually miss the beach.&nbsp; He simply missed the isolation.&nbsp; There was no one to hassle them and no one to oppress them.&nbsp; The two restless lovers could be free to express themselves without worry, and idle in their fancies until the sun came up.&nbsp; It was just so splendid to have no routine.&nbsp; There had been no schedule.&nbsp; They awoke whenever.&nbsp; They fell asleep whenever.&nbsp; They did what they wanted when they wanted, and sometimes all they wanted to do was nothing.<br><br>And though they were often inclined to do nothing, Ettiene felt like they had done so much!&nbsp; The two had said more to one another in two weeks than they had said in two years.&nbsp; The conversations were diverse and varied, and fortunately did not dwell on the issues that plagued their young relationship.&nbsp; It was implicitly agreed between them that they shouldn't discuss their families.&nbsp; Or their houses.&nbsp; Or their friends.<br><br>&nbsp;"I will miss our solitude," the young man said.&nbsp; Ettiene truly ravished that young woman, and had shared with her very many moments of extreme intimacy.&nbsp; There was not an inch of her flesh that he had not gotten to know in extreme detail.&nbsp; It was truly a wonder to see Ettiene so cheerful now.&nbsp; He knew that their time together would be slim once they got back into the swing of things, and that the time that they did have together was going to leave much to be desired.&nbsp; &nbsp;"But I'm glad that we did this.&nbsp; I had... Connie, I had the best time ever.&nbsp; You have made me peak early, dear.&nbsp; A young man should never know so much joy all at once." <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beauxbatons Academy of Magic - Carriage </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Florence</strong> on <strong>14-01-2014, 22:36:55</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://s8.postimg.org/dpm3gcsmt/robe_zara_23.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name (PC):</strong> Sylvianne Chastain<br><strong>Relationship Status:</strong> Single<br><strong>Wearing:</strong>(Same as in her character image.)<br><strong>Location:</strong>Carriage from Lyon<br><strong>Date:</strong>September 1s<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open<br><br><hr><br>Sylvianne found her way to the carriage at Lyon with little trouble. While this was her first year, she'd made a point to see her brother off every year when he went off. It was a bit disappointing when she'd finally done the math and realized that by the time she made her first year, he'd already have graduated, but it didn't matter. She'd heard nothing but wonderful things about the classes at Beauxbatons and could hardly wait to see them first hand. It would have been nice had her family the time to see her off, but she understood that they were busy people. Her mother, at least, found the time, and triple-checked all of her belongings enough for the whole family. When she'd finally boarded the carriage, she couldn't help but feel like she'd just done something significant, but of course, it was obvious she would experience some interesting things by the time she returned. Regardless, she kept her composure, she was just going off to school, nothing more. A princess had to be composed.<br><br>She found her seat swiftly enough. She didn't have any friends to sit with yet, so she decided to sit alone, near the middle of the carriage. It was only fitting she be the center of the carriage, if she were to be the center of attention; not that she planned on drawing undue attention to herself. But, of course, it only made sense that attention would be drawn to her. She was who she was; she was a Chastain, and surely others could see the nobility in her blood just from looking at her. Her poise, even while sitting, was as elegant as could be, as she sat comfortably, but not too comfortably. It wasn't even a conscious decision on her part anymore, her mother had beaten it into her brain to always look like the lady she was. Such things must come natural to someone in her position.<br><br>She wondered, though, what sort of people she would meet. Magical children from all over France, and even outside of France would be coming here to learn the magical arts; as well as the arts that had always interested her more. Some would be returning after coming here before, and she wondered how many of them would recognize her from her brother. It had only been a year since he had graduated, though he'd been making a good name for himself since then in the magical law enforcement community. Still, others would be first years, just like her. She wondered if she'd make friends, or enemies... she hoped more of the former than the latter. There was so much she was uncertain of, but that was kind of exciting. Her life had always been safe and controlled... but somewhat stifling. For the first time she had a sense of unknown possibilities, with limitless potential.<br><br>Still... she couldn't look too excited about it... that wouldn't be ladylike.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beauxbatons Academy of Magic - Carriage </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Loves</strong> on <strong>15-01-2014, 00:05:35</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i975.photobucket.com/albums/ae240/samanthamazur/ConnieAvie_zps1bd48eb5.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name PC:</strong> Constance Maree Jeannie Beauregard&nbsp; (goes by Connie) (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=193964.msg9449326#msg9449326)<br><strong>Relationship Status:</strong> Dating &nbsp;Ettiene Bonhomme &nbsp;(http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=193964.msg9427792#msg9427792)<br><strong>House and Year</strong> Papillonlisse, second year student <br><strong>Location:</strong>Carriage from Marseilles<br><strong>Date:</strong> September 1st <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Ettiene, Open <br><br>*wearing (http://media-cache-ec0.pinimg.com/736x/a5/4e/85/a54e855a2c8caa9d55da19e04dccd585.jpg)<br>*note, she is not wearing the hat* <br><br><hr><br>Snuggling against Ettiene, Constance could not contain the smile that danced in the blue-green of her eyes, and so she didn’t bother to try. She was happy, truly, unquestionably delighted to be alive and by his side. In the back of her mind she knew there would be trouble ahead, dealing with the consequences of her trip would be just one. By now her family would have learned the truth. She had not been on vacation with Claudette, as Connie&nbsp; had told her parents. It was likely they would never fully trust her again, but the rift had been worth the two glorious weeks spent alone in Ettiy’s arms.<br><br>Shifting in her seat, Constance peered up at the delicious man she still had trouble believing returned her affection and softly cupped his cheek with her soft hand. Her slim fingers stroked along his strong jaw as she looked into his expressive eyes and fell in love with him all over again. He instinctively knew what words would make her melt into his arms, as easily as ice left out in the hot summer sun. <strong>”I am too Ettiy. No matter how much trouble results from it, I wouldn’t change a single thing...but one.”</strong> Connie leaned closer to place a soft kiss upon his cheek before adding <strong>”I would have planned to stay alone with you longer.”</strong><br><br>Stroking his inner wrist with the soft pad of her thumb, Connie looked around the carriage as more students, both old and new boarded the carriage. Claudette hadn’t entered yet. It was a blessing and a disappointment wrapped up in one. Claudette was Constance’s best friend, but she and Ettiene didn’t always get along. <strong>”Maybe we can find more time for us this year?”</strong> her eyes filled with hope that this year might be different. It was about time others could see how happy Ettiy made her, how happy they made each other. Shouldn’t that be more important than anything else? 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beauxbatons Academy of Magic - Carriage </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PhantomPistoleer</strong> on <strong>15-01-2014, 03:47:44</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://media-cache-ec0.pinimg.com/236x/f8/69/4d/f8694d3a2bd7f1ca1e1f3e052c5c30df.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong>&nbsp; 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<br><strong>Date:</strong> September 1st <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Connie, 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>He sat down beside Connie and folded one leg over the other.&nbsp; He draped his arm over her shoulder and permitted himself to be kissed on the cheek!&nbsp; But only the cheek.&nbsp; Things had to be very straight forward and as regular as an arrow, what with Judge Washington sitting not so far away.&nbsp; He smiled cheekily at that most magnanimous specimen of the female gender that sat beside him.&nbsp; Oh, a woman like her could make everything right, couldn't she?&nbsp; He stared at her impressive expressions with glee as she excitedly surmised that they could hide themselves away in the pocket of a week later in the year.<br><br>&nbsp;"Longer!" he said with a laugh.&nbsp; &nbsp;"Mademoiselle, the things you say."&nbsp; He checked his time piece.&nbsp; &nbsp;"Perhaps we can spend our winter in South Africa.&nbsp; It's summer down there when it's Christmas, you know.&nbsp; The added benefit!&nbsp; You in a bikini.&nbsp; A sight indeed."<br><br>The voyage would be irregular, of that Ettiene was sure.&nbsp; There was no telling when they would arrive.&nbsp; Indeed, since the Beauxbatons Academy of Magic was unplottable, the destination was unknowable and the distance unattainable.&nbsp; So, Ettiene made preparations for a comfortable trip.&nbsp; He removed from his satchel a wool blanket and draped it over their legs.&nbsp; He had originally planned to be particularly handsy beneath it, but with Professor Washington in the carriage, such plans had to be shredded.&nbsp; He then removed two thermoses -- one contained coffee and the other contained vichyssoise.&nbsp; He opened the thermos that contained the soup and... well, the aroma was over-powering.<br><br>When Ettiene entered the carriage, he had very briefly surveyed the compartment.&nbsp; He had been surprised to see Professor Washington, and a bit put off by it, too.&nbsp; There would be no indecency in her presence, that was for sure.&nbsp; The shrew was so imperious.&nbsp; Now that he was settled, Ettiene affected a smile as he waved a greeting at her, but he disliked her greatly.&nbsp; Life was so difficult already, and it was made all the more harder by such a demanding transfigurations teacher. <br><br>&nbsp;"Professor Washington, a pleasure to see you again."<br><br>He then turned to look at Mademoiselle Bouchard.&nbsp; He admitted to himself, as all men had to admit to themselves when their thoughts might be guessed at so readily, that she was very alluring.&nbsp; But her beauty wasn't arrived at through happiness and openness, like his Constance.&nbsp; No, her beauty seemed to be derived from sadder stuff.<br><br>&nbsp;"A pleasure to see you again, Mademoiselle," he said.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beauxbatons Academy of Magic - Carriage </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GnothiSeauton</strong> on <strong>15-01-2014, 05:05:58</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://24.media.tumblr.com/0ef361a221aeadcfa933a44847895e1f/tumblr_msj4zfDJSu1rjpd1ko1_1280.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name (PC):</strong>&nbsp; Jacqueline Bouchard<br><strong>Year/House:</strong>&nbsp; Ombrelune, 2nd Year<br><strong>Relationship Status:</strong>&nbsp; Single<br><strong>Wearing:</strong>&nbsp; This little number (http://25.media.tumblr.com/c20cae6b9553f39d911df80c1d30f3f8/tumblr_mzdkyl91L11rjpd1ko1_1280.jpg)<br><strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; Marseille Carriage<br><strong>Date:</strong>&nbsp; September 1st<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; Connie (Mentioned),&nbsp; Prof. Washington (Mentioned), Ettiene<br><hr><br>The laugh and jovial conversation from in front of her was more than enough to draw her attention away from her celebrity gossip rags.&nbsp; With an annoyed look over the top of her magazine, the sunglasses shielding away the annoyed and envious blaze of her fiery eyes.<br><br>Ettiene and Connie.&nbsp; She had known right away it could be only the two of them together that could make such happy noises of joy in each other's company.&nbsp; To see the two of them almost made her sick to her stomach with annoyed jealousy.&nbsp; They may have been a cute couple.&nbsp; She couldn't deny that, nor did she think anyone else would.&nbsp; But there was more than enough reasons for her to feel the vicious bite of jealousy.&nbsp; <br><br>Veela.&nbsp; That alone was more than enough reason to be envious of the attractive woman.&nbsp; She may have been only a quarter veela (at least that's what Jacqueline had heard through rumors), but it seemed to be more than enough to gain the attention of a good deal of males.&nbsp; It was almost natural for jealousy to spring up, to see the pretty young woman with a handsome boyfriend and admired by a good deal of other boys in school.&nbsp; <br><br>Yet it was the relationship and chemistry she had with her boyfriend which truly sparked the jealousy and annoyance within her.&nbsp; To see the two of them together, so happy and connected at the hip, only fueled the fires within.&nbsp; That was something she had wanted, something she truly wanted, deep down.&nbsp; To see it there before her eyes, to see their happiness, something she seemingly could not achieve, was something which made her sick with jealous annoyance.<br><br>She had pulled her attention back to her magazines, a hand dipped inside the pet carrier (http://s4.thisnext.com/media/largest_dimension/9D9AF5CA.jpg) to stroke her long-haired white cat, when the sound of footsteps and voice of Ettiene caught her attention yet again.<br><br>Unable to resist, Jacqueline could not help but to listen in upon the close by greeting he gave Professor Washington&nbsp; A part of her wanted to smirk at small amount of bullshit Ettiene had seemingly thrown her way.&nbsp; She didn't doubt that most students would not think it would be a pleasure to see her again.&nbsp; There was no denying the fact that she was one of the more disliked teachers, students dreading her demanding classes.&nbsp; Jacqueline didn't seem to mind the classes.&nbsp; A part of her enjoyed the demanding coursework, something to push herself forward in her studies.<br><br>"Likewise." She said, keeping her tone polite as Ettiene turned his attention to herself.&nbsp; "I take it you had a nice summer."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beauxbatons Academy of Magic - Carriage </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SpiralSpider</strong> on <strong>15-01-2014, 06:04:13</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1226.photobucket.com/albums/ee406/Mostly_roleplay_pictures/People/Males/f751268521500969738b744a5c878771_zpse1a88c57.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> open<br><br>Nassii had been incredibly excited to start his school year, but unlike what a muggle-born might feel - elation at the thought of stepping into the wizarding world once again - his was based on relief. He was so very happy to get away from his overbearing family and to finally get a chance to do things at his own pace again. He had wanted to bolt off to Paris a week before classes resumed with the story that he needed to get his supplies, but his annoyingly astute relations had already seen to that, bless them, and all his books had been delivered to their home.<br><br><div align="center"><em>sigh</em></div><br>Whatever was a curious boy to do? He could almost feel his wand aching to get out into the world and experience the new that the both of them so ached to find. When finally it was time to catch the carriage to the mansions, he thought for sure that he'd catch a break. After all, the trip from Zatec to Bern was more than a seven hour trip, by conventional means. He had hoped his parents would have let him go alone that far, but no, they had to take him there supervised as always. He would hardly be surprised if his father attempted to hold his hand...<br><br>He sighed, he rolled disinterested gray eyes at his Fathers' endless banter before his Mother caught him and gave him the look that made him straighten and avert his gaze. Quickly changing his mannerisms to smiling and nodding, he said his stiff goodbyes and boarded the handsome blue carriage that had come to claim him. Once aboard, he busied himself in setting his luggage away. After one final wave through the window, he visibly relaxed, his entire body slumping deep into the plush seats. If this would be anything like last year, he would likely spend the first leg of the trip alone. Not too many students of this particular academy lived this far away from where it sat. Of course, he would be more than happy to have some company, but he had very little faith that it would come to pass so quickly. So he kicked up his feet on the seat opposite him and leaned his pretty face backwards to take a nap.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beauxbatons Academy of Magic - Carriage </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Flower</strong> on <strong>15-01-2014, 16:54:55</strong>
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				<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?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beauxbatons Academy of Magic - Carriage </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PhantomPistoleer</strong> on <strong>15-01-2014, 20:37:27</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://media-cache-ec0.pinimg.com/236x/f8/69/4d/f8694d3a2bd7f1ca1e1f3e052c5c30df.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong>&nbsp; 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<br><strong>Date:</strong> September 1st <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Connie, 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>Mademoiselle Bouchard was something of a mystery to young Ettiene.&nbsp; He was certain that she didn't like him and he didn't really know why.&nbsp; It was flattering for a young man to be the object of such contempt from such a pretty girl, though.&nbsp; She was like Estella, the adopted daughter of Miss Haversham, from Charles Dickens' novel, "Great Expectations."&nbsp; At least, that is how Ettiene's romantic heart computed the matter.&nbsp; Her beauty was cold, and he did not imagine that her nobility had any weakness of character.&nbsp; A regular person might have been intimidated by her off-putting bearing, but Ettiene was -- again, admittedly -- fascinated by her.<br><br>&nbsp;"Oui, Mademoiselle Bouchard!" he said after regarding the young blonde with a curious stare.&nbsp; He then grinned demurely and nodded gratefully.&nbsp; "Constance and I have had a pleasant time in the French Riviera.&nbsp; We hope to visit again soon."<br><br>Mademoiselle Jacqueline Bouchard was the sort of woman that Ettiene's mother would have preferred for him.&nbsp; She had a strong character, and could make lazy men into responsible men with a glare.&nbsp; Belleza, Ettiene's mother, desperately wanted a woman that would make him responsible.&nbsp; But instead, a disgusting half-breed Veela had bewitched her poor son with her... arts!&nbsp; Oh, had she known that her son had spent an entire two weeks holed up with Constance...&nbsp; oh, she would be furious.&nbsp; It was a good thing that Belleza thought Ettiene to be following the French Quidditch team on a tour through the Balkans.&nbsp; A great deal of social capital had to be spent to fabricate lies and generate alibis, and that was on top of the material wealth young Ettiene had spent to keep his darling girl in the lap of luxury for the last two weeks.<br><br>&nbsp;"I hope your summer was eventful," Ettiene remarked as he took a sip of his soup.&nbsp; &nbsp;"It would be a travesty if it wasn't."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beauxbatons Academy of Magic - Carriage </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GnothiSeauton</strong> on <strong>15-01-2014, 22:00:18</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://24.media.tumblr.com/0ef361a221aeadcfa933a44847895e1f/tumblr_msj4zfDJSu1rjpd1ko1_1280.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name (PC):</strong> &nbsp;Jacqueline Bouchard (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=193964.msg9426967#msg9426967)<br><strong>Year/House:</strong>&nbsp; Ombrelune, 2nd Year<br><strong>Relationship Status:</strong>&nbsp; Single<br><strong>Wearing:</strong>&nbsp; This little number (http://25.media.tumblr.com/c20cae6b9553f39d911df80c1d30f3f8/tumblr_mzdkyl91L11rjpd1ko1_1280.jpg)<br><strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; Marseille Carriage<br><strong>Date:</strong>&nbsp; September 1st<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; Connie (Mentioned),&nbsp; Ettiene<br><hr><br>"Charming.&nbsp; I'm sure." She remarked, her lips curled into a gentle, polite, fake smile as he recounted the summer spent together with Constance.<br><br>Under what could be considered normal circumstances, she thought her parents might have thought Ettiene a fine suitor for their daughter.&nbsp; Even she had to admit he was charming in his own way, a personality that was hard to forget, and handsome looks.&nbsp; Her parents certainly would not have disapproved, given his blood status and rich family history (even if they could have been considered blood-traitors).&nbsp; But not for a second did she doubt that whatever approving thoughts would have gone out the window if they had known he was dating a half breed.<br><br>She could almost hear her mother and father's voice in her mind.&nbsp; How disgusted they were at the mere mention of a half-breed...&nbsp; He would have been tainted in her parents eyes, an invisible stain about him, for being so close to a half breed.&nbsp; She had remembered the year before, before school began, when she had been caught talking to a half-vampire.&nbsp; It seemed as if it had been only the day before with her mother's angry, voice in her ears, screaming her displeasure and rage at even coming into contact with a half-breed.&nbsp; Jacqueline had never been hit harder in her life than she had then, the vicious slap from her mother something she had not forgotten, nor could be forgotten easily.<br><br>"My summer was uneventful, but enjoyable nevertheless." She answered, idly straightening out the wrinkles in her dress.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beauxbatons Academy of Magic - Carriage </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>16-01-2014, 06:08:28</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1171.photobucket.com/albums/r554/onilobo1/Matias_zpsc39430f2.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name (PC/NPC):</strong> Professor Chevalier<br><strong>Year/House:</strong> Bellefeuille's Head of House<br><strong>Relationship Status:</strong> Single with a few Amis-Amants <br><strong>Wearing:</strong> &lt;-- Blue Suit<br><strong>Location:</strong> About to catch the Marseille Carriage<br><strong>Date:</strong> September 1<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> The various (PC and NPC) students on Marseilles Carriage, Prof. Washington <br><br>Many would argue a transit stop was the wrong place to serenade a woman (http://grooveshark.com/s/Volare+Nel+Blu+Dipinto+Di+Blu/4MSLtl?src=5) , much less a stranger, a shame no one told Matias that. Tourist ate it up and he knew it, the impeccably dressed man loved to make the ladies swoon, local and tourist alike. The man was a flirt, no one who crossed paths with him could deny. A few heads turned as he sang in his low pleasing voice, worthy of the crooners he idolized, to the group of ladies he has single-handedly turned into squealing and blushing school girls. The streets of Marseille were busy and crowded as ever but he was able to catch the passing carriage while he was mid song. The massive carriage and its winged horses were charmed, hiding them from muggle eyes. Matias ended the song and gave each lady a kiss on the cheek before he waved good bye to them and ducked into an alley.&nbsp; <br><br>Matias ran down the street out of sight as he caught a glimpse of the carriage and apprated! A blur of blue and grey within the isle of the carriage produced the head of house of Bellefeuille. The man flashed a smile as he stood up and fixed his hat. "I see we are running a little ahead of schedule." He commented as he began to walk down the isle and he turned to address and greet the new and returning students as he passed them. "Hands above the blankets ladies and gentlemen, you are not fooling anyone." The man teased as he made his way to the back after spotting another member of the faculty. He only carried a picnic basket and nothing else as he settled next to Ms. Washington. "You returned for another year, this calls for a celebration." The man greeted her as he placed his basket on his lap and produced to glasses and a bottle of chilled wine. "I know you are not sleeping, might as well have a drink with me." Matias called her out with a wicked smirk. <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beauxbatons Academy of Magic - Carriage </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Loves</strong> on <strong>16-01-2014, 06:29:58</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i975.photobucket.com/albums/ae240/samanthamazur/ConnieAvie_zps1bd48eb5.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name PC:</strong> Constance Maree Jeannie Beauregard&nbsp; (goes by Connie) (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=193964.msg9449326#msg9449326)<br><strong>Relationship Status:</strong> Dating &nbsp;Ettiene Bonhomme &nbsp;(http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=193964.msg9427792#msg9427792)<br><strong>House and Year</strong> Papillonlisse, second year student <br><strong>Location:</strong>Carriage from Marseilles<br><strong>Date:</strong> September 1st <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Ettiene, Jacqueline Bouchard, Professor Isabeau Washington, Professor Chevalier Open <br><br>*wearing (http://media-cache-ec0.pinimg.com/736x/a5/4e/85/a54e855a2c8caa9d55da19e04dccd585.jpg)<br>*note, she is not wearing the hat* <br><br><hr><br>Constance couldn't resist the gentle giggle that tripped from her tongue as Ettiene suggested a trip at Christmas. She certainly wouldn’t say no, not to him at least. <strong>”I shall pack one for each day we are there!”</strong> promised the enchanting young woman. <strong>”Can we really spend the holiday together? I would like that very much Ettiene. Whether it is South Africa or the South Pole, I really do not mind...as long as I am with you...though I shan't wear a bikini in the snow, not unless its charmed to keep me hot.”</strong> <br><br>She watched as her boyfriend began to prepare for their trip. He was always prepared for their needs. Ettiene took great care of her. He made her feel cherished and loved, like a story prince come to life just for her. <strong>”You think of everything Ettiy”</strong> she smiled up at him as her fingers stroked along the soft blanket, tucking it against her body so that it wouldn’t slip. Curiosity tickled her as he pulled out two thermoses. <strong>”You really do think of everything, what else do you have planned I wonder?”</strong> If Constance had any say in the matter, it would involve a lot of kissing and some heavy petting with them both locked away in a lovely dark place...alone.<br><br><strong>”Oh vichyssoise…how delightful”</strong> Constance busied herself with the offered soup, though her portion was much smaller in comparison. She turned to glance over her shoulder and smile at the serious professor, greeting her in the same friendly and welcoming manner that Constance was known for. <strong>”Bonjour Professor Washington”</strong> she might have asked the transfiguration teacher if she had enjoyed her summer, but there was a line the students didn’t cross with her. She didn’t seem to be in a hurry to make friend with her students. <br><br>Ettiene deep voice drew her attention to Jacqueline, who was seated nearby. Constance didn’t feel jealousy over his choice to greet the girl, why would she? Ettiy was a friendly young man that spoke with many girls, beside herself. That didn’t mean he was betraying their love. She had, at one time, been worried that she wasn’t enough for him as Claudette had let it slip on more than one occasion that she had him “mingling” with the female body of the school. However, after their time away together these past two weeks she had grown secure with their love, casting away any doubts as easily as she had cast away her clothing, revealing every inch of herself to him. <br><br>As the two conversed Constance blushed when talk of the trip to the Riviera was mentioned. She cocked her head to one side and tried to hide the secret smile that spoke of romance, desire and long, sultry nights wrapped in each other’s arms. Connie drifted off into her own world, recalling the many lovely details that had made up the most wonderful two week period in her young life. she wiggled in her seat as a sigh began to build from her heart. She was practically glowing from the love that filled her, releasing a small dose of Veela charm that was her heritage. Had she had the full strength it was possible not a single man would be able to resist. <br><br>A deep sound brought her attention to another returning Professor, though one she could honestly say was her favorite. He was delightfully charming, and Constance (along with a great many others - Claudette included) had a schoolgirl crush on the man. <strong>”Bonjour&nbsp; Professor Chevalier”</strong> greeted the partial Veela, sitting up a tad straighter and holding the soup in her hands to show she had not slipped her hands beneath the blanket. <br><br>She returned her attention to Ettiy and Jacqueline, offering the girl a welcoming and friendly smile. <strong>”I like your dress”</strong> commented Connie as she tried to insert herself in the conversation. <strong>”Is it new?”</strong> It was then she noticed the face she had been looking for making her way towards the carriage door. <strong>”Oh...I think I see Claudette!”</strong> mentioned Connie as she waved towards her friend. Constance settled once again as Claudette made her way towards them in her usual manner, hoping that the usual arguements wouldn't start between her best friend and her boyfriend. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beauxbatons Academy of Magic - Carriage </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Loves</strong> on <strong>16-01-2014, 07:30:29</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i975.photobucket.com/albums/ae240/samanthamazur/dFNG5BTi033S_zpsa5e722e0.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name PC:</strong> Claudette Nadeen Touchet&nbsp; (goes by Claud) (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=193964.msg9460236#msg9460236)<br><strong>Relationship Status:</strong> Single<br><strong>House and Year</strong> Ombrelune, second year student <br><strong>Location:</strong>Carriage from Marseilles<br><strong>Date:</strong> September 1st <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Constance, Ettiene, Jacqueline, (Noticing Professor Washington and Professor Chevalier) Open <br><br>*wearing (http://fashionistatrends.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/10/classy-outfits-44.jpg)<br><br><br><hr><br>Claudette had tried her best to enjoy the summer but when you were forced to work as a waitress in a dive, having your backside pinched, and beer and wine spilled down your top by annoying tourist, well it was hard to be sad to see the damn holiday go! To top it all off, she had been contacted by Constance in a desperate plea to drag Claud into the summer scam for the two would be lovers. She had agreed of course, Claudette hadn’t really been given a choice. The request had been sprung on her with little warning. Still, she had taken great pleasure in “accidentally” letting the cat out of the bag, just a few days after the plan had been put into action. With a bit of luck there would be an angry Constance to greet her, or at the very least, a sad one. <br><br>With her cat Precious curled up asleep in the black bag that Claudette held firmly in her hand, the second year student made her way through the carriage looking for the pouty face of her friend. <strong>”You’ve got to be kidding!”</strong> grumbled Claud the second she noticed Constance happily waving to get her attention. What was worse, she was practically glowing with pleasure as she sat snuggled against Ettiene. They were supposed to have called it quits! Connie’s parents were supposed to have tracked the two love birds down and dragged their daughter home by her hair if need be!&nbsp; Good Lord, was everyone incompetent! <br><br><strong>”Yeah, yeah...I see you”</strong> called out Claud as she made her way through the isle. She paused in her annoyance to watch Professor Chevalier move through the isle, heading for the warden, aka Professor Washington. God that man had a nice ass! If only he was into students...literally. He wasn’t that much older than she was after all….but then anything happening between them was nothing but a wish that would never come true.&nbsp; To him, she was nothing but a student, a child. She wondered if he would even remember her name, or think of her as yet another fluttery flirt that drooled over him throughout his classes. <br><br>Coming to stand near her friend and Ettiene, Claudette grinned. <strong>”You gonna move over so I can sit?”</strong> as if making up his mind for him, Claud sat in a seat across from the couple and placed her the bag with her Precious, still sleeping inside, on the empty seat beside her. <strong>”Don’t worry, I wouldn’t dream of coming between the two of you.”</strong> Looking over at her housemate she greeted the pureblood with a simple nod of her head. Claudette didn’t care much for blood snobbery, she was confident enough not to be intimidated by what some of them felt was their superiority. Bollocks! that’s what she said to that!&nbsp; <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beauxbatons Academy of Magic - Carriage </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PhantomPistoleer</strong> on <strong>16-01-2014, 08:09:41</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://media-cache-ec0.pinimg.com/236x/f8/69/4d/f8694d3a2bd7f1ca1e1f3e052c5c30df.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong>&nbsp; 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<br><strong>Date:</strong> September 1st <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Connie, Jacqueline, Monseur Chevalier, Claudette, 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><br>He had found himself staring at the beautiful Mademoiselle Bouchard, nodding at her brief answer when Monsieur Chevalier, of all people, entered.&nbsp; Ettiene half-stood up and sheepishly waved at the Head of House, stammering a small greeting at the man before sitting back down into his seat.&nbsp; What unfortunate luck!&nbsp; It was a rare thing to catch a ride with two professors, but thankfully, they didn't divide their duties by sitting on opposite ends of the carriage.&nbsp; They sat together.&nbsp; Hopefully, Professor Chevalier and Professor Washington might find the voyage to their satisfaction, and divert their attention away from their charges, and devote some time to themselves.&nbsp; Ettiene did not quite intend to behave as a gentleman should, because alas he was very weak in the matters of Constance, and the treasure that lurked between her legs was always calling to him, like a sailor's siren.&nbsp; He needed for the two professors to somehow hit it off.<br><br>&nbsp;"I will desperately try to keep my hands above the blanket, for I always try to be good," remarked Ettiene to Professor Chevalier with a grin.&nbsp; He pushed his forehead against Connie's temple and pressed his nose against her cheek before very softly pecking her on the cheek.&nbsp; &nbsp;"Is that not so, my Constance?"<br><br>Blurgh, she was hot!&nbsp; The last two weeks had proven that she was the Queen of his Heart, and so many other things, too.&nbsp; He lifted his hand to stroke the tips of her hair.&nbsp; He especially liked to press the back of his hand against her bosom when it was layered by her long brown hair.&nbsp; It was pillowy and cold, and the sensation infuriated him by making him desperate and keen to get nude.&nbsp; But there would be no nudity.&nbsp; There would be no fun.<br><br>There would be no fun and no joy and no happiness to be had.<br><br>Claudette clambered on board and clumsily fell into a seat across from them.&nbsp; He leaned his head back, his jaw agape and he groaned.&nbsp; By the seven broom handles of the three witches with the four cauldrons, was this woman designed purposely to vex him?&nbsp; Now not only were his last inroads for indecency with his beautiful girlfriend barred, but they were barred by the most obnoxious female that Ettiene had ever met.<br><br>&nbsp;"Hello, Mademoiselle Touchet," he said mechanically.&nbsp; &nbsp;"It is a pleasure to see you again.&nbsp; I hope you had a good summer.&nbsp; Kill me now."&nbsp; He coughed and then searched his waist and breast pockets.&nbsp; He seemed to find what he was looking for, because he instantly delved into the inside breast pocket of his sports coat and removed a small nautilus shell.&nbsp; He set it on the arm rest opposite Constance.&nbsp; It was his pet hermit crab.&nbsp; The hermit crab didn't actually have a name.&nbsp; He told Constance one ago that it was the smartest hermit crab in all of creation, but he (the hermit crab) had never quite spoken to Constance when she was sober.&nbsp; And when it did speak during a bout of tipsiness, it wasn't very coherent.&nbsp; But this can't really be said to have happened, and might have occurred in a dream.&nbsp; Ettiene said that he often spoke to the Hermit Crab, but no one could ever tell if he was joking or not.<br><br>&nbsp;"Good afternoon, Mr. Hermit Crab," he said.&nbsp; &nbsp;"Would you care for some soup?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beauxbatons Academy of Magic - Carriage </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Senti</strong> on <strong>16-01-2014, 10:05:40</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i975.photobucket.com/albums/ae240/samanthamazur/IslaAvie_zps78609c4d.jpg)</div><br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://www.irishdogs.ie/images/gallery/104/1873_album.jpg)</div></div>Character Name PC: Isla<br>Relationship Status: Single<br>House and Year first year<br>Location:Carriage Paris<br>Date: September 1st <br>Tagging Open<br><br><br>Graham had already headed off to catch up with some of had friends, it had been a crazy summer with concerts&nbsp; and though he had managed to catch up with a few of his friends it had not been ideal. Much as he loved his sister he was not about to be her babysitter, even Mother and father had suggested it was not a good idea. School can be far worse than an bed of vipers and much like the world of the arts one had too be strong and they were sure that she would be.<br><br>Thus after kissing her mother and father goodbye the most pristine Isla walked with the dignity and poise of a princess towards the carriages. Yes she briefly looked back but then continued on. It was hard to miss her, and perhaps even some people might recognise her if they frequented the ballet or classical music performances.<br><br>She was graceful and moved with such beauty, it was as if she lived in another world almost as if she was on slow Ounagh was her name, after Grandmother... even if Grandmother could be a cat…<br><br>So there Isla was climbing on the carriage and trying to remain calm, reminding her self that this was no different than when she performed in from of many. As both her parents had said she must be a lady throughout, but also be brave. After all she was a young lady and had proved this throughout her life.<br><br>Stepping into the carriage the demure girl dressed with such a wonderful and expert style entered and sat down, and remained quiet. She stared out the window whilst stroking the dogs head that lay at her feet. In the end it decided it would take a seat for itself. This made Isla smile, Una could be a little naughty when she wanted to be. After apologising she took a sip of water… this was going to be along journey.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beauxbatons Academy of Magic - Carriage </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caela</strong> on <strong>16-01-2014, 14:33:35</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/7c/Isaavi.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name (PC/NPC):</strong> Professor Isabeau Washington (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=193964.msg9431124#msg9431124)<br><strong>Relationship Status:</strong> Single<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Outfit (http://i980.photobucket.com/albums/ae282/caela_ecub/Misc%20Story%20Accessories/Clothes/clothes5.jpg), Shoes (http://i980.photobucket.com/albums/ae282/caela_ecub/Misc%20Story%20Accessories/Clothes/shoes8.jpg)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Beauxbaton Carriage<br><strong>Date:</strong> Sept. 1<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Matias Chevalier, Ettiene &amp; Constance (Acknowledged)<br><br><hr><br>Feeling the seat beside her move, Isa opened her eyes when a familiar voice claimed to know she wasn't asleep anyway. The smile she gave Matias was shockingly, to the students, warm and open and softened a face that most in the carriage were used to seeing in stern lines. Shifting in her seat so that she was turned to face him better, she took the offered glass of wine with an appreciative glance around the Carriage. She adored teaching, loved shoving new information, new spells into her students head (seemingly by force if needed) but being caught in the Carriage and listening to endless teenage prattle was <em>not</em> her idea of a good time.<br><br>"You know it's only worth drinking if it's from <em>your</em> vineyard," she said, her eyes sparkling with amusement as she sipped her drink and let her pleasure in such a simple thing as a glass of wine, shine in her gaze. "You've gone and spoiled me for anything else Matias."<br><br>Glancing around the Carriage she nodded to the students who had boarded while she'd been pretending to sleep and said, "Bonjour" to Ettiene and Constance who had actually greeted her. She was surprised that Ettiene had bothered. They didn't come near to liking each other, he had so much potential and seemed to delight in annoying her by simply not working to meet it. It was his choice if he didn't want to test the limits of his magic, if he simply wanted to ride on his laurels but she it made her glad she wouldn't have to deal with him in her Advanced Transfiguration classes.<br><br>Turning her attention back to her seatmate, she sipped at her wine again and flashed him a fresh smile as she tapped him playfully with the heel of her shoe across his shin to ensure she had his attention, "So, how was your summer? How long is the string of broken hearts you left behind you this you?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beauxbatons Academy of Magic - Carriage </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GnothiSeauton</strong> on <strong>16-01-2014, 19:53:24</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://24.media.tumblr.com/0ef361a221aeadcfa933a44847895e1f/tumblr_msj4zfDJSu1rjpd1ko1_1280.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name (PC):</strong> &nbsp;Jacqueline Bouchard (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=193964.msg9426967#msg9426967)<br><strong>Year/House:</strong>&nbsp; Ombrelune, 2nd Year<br><strong>Relationship Status:</strong>&nbsp; Single<br><strong>Wearing:</strong>&nbsp; This little number (http://25.media.tumblr.com/c20cae6b9553f39d911df80c1d30f3f8/tumblr_mzdkyl91L11rjpd1ko1_1280.jpg)<br><strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; Marseilles Carriage<br><strong>Date:</strong>&nbsp; September 1st<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; Connie, Claudette, Ettiene (Mentioned)<br><hr><br>"No, I've had it for a while." She remarked with a reserved, cold tone to the veela girl as she adjusted her legs.<br><br>The dark shades still covering her eyes were a blessing.&nbsp; Under their cover her eyes rolled with annoyance as a result of the openness of their affection.&nbsp; A whole storm of emotions ran through her at the sight of it.&nbsp; Jealousy for what the two of them had, for what she wanted.&nbsp; Annoyance that they could be so open about it, obnoxious in a way which made her sick.&nbsp; She was half tempted to hex them both, just to ruin their little moment, if it were not for the ever present fear of getting caught by the two professors close by.<br><br>And then came the arrival of Claudette.&nbsp; Being in the same house, in the same year, seemed so far to be the only thing the two of them had in common with one another.&nbsp; If only her parents could see her now, if only they knew she was in the same dormitory as a muggleborn.&nbsp; It was people like her which made her parents want to, at first, ship her off to schools which were more <em>selective</em> when it came to their admissions.&nbsp; If it weren't for her mother's need to have her precious daughter close to home, she would have been on a ship by now, heading towards Scandinavia.&nbsp; <br><br>When it came to muggleborns, she certainly did not feel her mother and father's prejudices against them.&nbsp; They could be far too extreme, far too harsh, in their choices of words and criticisms.&nbsp; She had grown up in a post-Dark Lord World, a world where blood seemed to matter less and less, much to the private chagrin of her parents.&nbsp; All over the world, more and more pureblood families were dying out, their bloods becoming more and more diluted with the marriages of purebloods and muggles, of halfbloods and purebloods, and so on and so on, wearing away the status of a true-pure blood until there would be nothing left.<br><br>Jacqueline was proud of her heritage, proud she could say she could trace her family's wizarding genealogy back for centuries.&nbsp; She was proud to say she was a pureblood witch, a slowly dying breed.&nbsp; It made her feel unique in a way, special, nothing to be ashamed about.<br><br>She had returned the curt nod with one of her own, a courtesy she was willing to extend to one of her own housemates, before turning back to her magazines to read and take her mind off of her troubles.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beauxbatons Academy of Magic - Carriage </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>16-01-2014, 20:48:29</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1171.photobucket.com/albums/r554/onilobo1/Matias_zpsc39430f2.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name (PC/NPC):</strong> Professor Chevalier<br><strong>Year/House:</strong> Bellefeuille's Head of House<br><strong>Relationship Status:</strong> Single with a few Amis-Amants <br><strong>Wearing:</strong> &lt;-- Blue Suit<br><strong>Location:</strong> About to catch the Marseille Carriage<br><strong>Date:</strong> September 1<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; Prof. Washington with an eye kept on the students in the carriage <hr><br>Matias corked the bottle of wine and placed it back inside of his basket. "I have my ways." He teased as he swirled the wine in his glass before taking a drink himself. The bottle of wine had come from his family's vineyard and his own personal selection. He watched the exchange between her and the students and smiled. "Ahhh look at that, the first years already sense the dread from the others and it all leads to you. Still playing the cruel taskmaster?" Matias asked as he scanned the new and returning faces a second time. A hand reached into the basket to produce a small container that held an assortment of cheeses, crackers and olives for them to snack on. <br><br>"The summer was enjoyable, my last sister married and my brother had a second son. My father is already planning on building her small villa for my sister on the hills opposite mine if I ever I decide to grace them with a wife and grandchildren." He shared, from what Isa knew of Mattias's family, Mattias's father loved to keep his family close and on their land they had owned for generations. "As for my summer, I had my fun. I became good at dodging vases but that is a story for another day" He laughed before asking her the same question she had asked. "And yours?" 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beauxbatons Academy of Magic - Carriage </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caela</strong> on <strong>17-01-2014, 02:59:46</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/7c/Isaavi.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name (PC/NPC):</strong> Professor Isabeau Washington (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=193964.msg9431124#msg9431124)<br><strong>Relationship Status:</strong> Single<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Outfit (http://i980.photobucket.com/albums/ae282/caela_ecub/Misc%20Story%20Accessories/Clothes/clothes5.jpg), Shoes (http://i980.photobucket.com/albums/ae282/caela_ecub/Misc%20Story%20Accessories/Clothes/shoes8.jpg)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Beauxbaton Carriage<br><strong>Date:</strong> Sept. 1<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>Professor&nbsp; Matias Chevalier<br><br><hr><br>Isa actually smirked when Matias commented on the students reaction to her. Certainly she could have chosen to be easygoing and no doubt could have had half the boys who took her classes half in love with her by Christmas if she chose...but that wasn't her method of gaining obedience from her students and he knew it. "Whose playing? In my classroom I <em>am</em> a cruel taskmaster. I expect them to give their best and accept nothing else. You know you do to, you're just cuter than I am and nicer about it," she added with a soft laugh as she sipped her wine. <br><br>Listening to him talk about his summer, her smile continued. She liked hearing about his family, so much larger and more connected than her own! She couldn't imaging what it would have been like to grow up with brothers and sisters and parents who wanted&nbsp; you around so hearing him talk about his own family was always a treat. She wouldn't trade her Grandparents for all the siblings in the world, but there were times she thought it might have been nice to have a larger family as well.<br><br>"Quiet compared to yours no doubt. Mostly I helped my Grandparents tutor the magical children who come to them for preparation before they are old enough to start school formally. There are a few who will be starting in another year or two who seem quite promising at the moment. I helped Grandfather with his garden as well. You'd never have made me believe it as a child or teenager, but as an adult I find working in his garden quite soothing. It's almost a form of meditation digging in the dirt," she said with a laugh, clearly finding herself silly for only now realizing she enjoyed gardening.<br><br>Fingering her bag she flashed him a wry grin before opening it and pulling out the book she'd been looking at earlier. Sliding to him she couldn't help but to chuckle softly, "I had to get it for you when my Grandmother mentioned having seen it and asked if that wasn't the vineyard my Professor friend lived at," she said. The book itself was a large coffee table table, it's cover hard and glossy, and prominently displaying his family's vineyard as a gorgeous landscape. The book itself wasn't so much about famous vineyards, but about those that produced the best wines from all over Europe and the Château d'Chevalier featured prominently. Clearly the author had not only enjoyed their wines, but the whole feeling the Chateau as well. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beauxbatons Academy of Magic - Carriage </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GnothiSeauton</strong> on <strong>17-01-2014, 05:23:10</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://24.media.tumblr.com/ac71a6a595c83aaf50f65a0e1d66c125/tumblr_mzilhx0O3P1rjpd1ko1_1280.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name (PC/NPC):</strong> &nbsp;Professor Jerome Bellerose (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=193964.msg9464083#msg9464083)<br><strong>Year/House:</strong>&nbsp; Professor<br><strong>Relationship Status:</strong>&nbsp; Single<br><strong>Wearing:</strong>&nbsp; Black coat and casual attire with carry-on satchel (http://24.media.tumblr.com/f9e421484bc77337c362feea32b50fa8/tumblr_mzj1c41Uog1rjpd1ko1_1280.jpg)<br><strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; Bern Carriage<br><strong>Date:</strong>&nbsp; September 1st<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; Afanassii (Mentioned)<br><hr><br>Tired, aching feet and legs carried Jerome Bellerose up the short steps into the warm interiors of the carriage.&nbsp; More and more the sight of the comfortable, plush seats looked inviting, a welcomed sight after his long journey.<br><br>He sat alone, near the back of the quiet carriage.&nbsp; It was only one of the few times he had been on the carriage from Bern, and admittedly he wasn't used to how quiet and empty the carriage was.&nbsp; Apart from the student whom seemed to be sleeping, already prepared for the long and quiet journey, he seemed to be the only other person in the carriage.&nbsp; It was something he didn't mind.&nbsp; In fact, it was already becoming one of his more enjoyable travels back to the Mansion.<br><br>It had been a quiet, isolated summer spent in a quiet, isolated valley of the Alps.&nbsp; Surrounded by the lush greens and waterfalls, he could be alone, away from everyone he knew, away from the troubles of the world and his troubling thoughts, where he could feel some sense of freedom.&nbsp; There was no owl post, no fireplace where people could contact him.&nbsp; He had been alone, cut off from everyone, just the way he liked his summers.&nbsp; There were no pestering parents or students writing him about their grades.&nbsp; No former students asking for letters of recommendation.&nbsp; Nothing at all but the village of muggles and the crisp mountain surroundings.&nbsp; It was a beautiful place, the kind of place he thought he could retire to, one day which crawled closer and closer.<br><br>The quiet air was soothing as he settled into his seat, retreiving old issues of "The Practical Potioneer" periodicals he hadn't been able to receive while away from his bag before diving into the backlogged scholarly journals on potion-making.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beauxbatons Academy of Magic - Carriage </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bloodied Porcelain</strong> on <strong>17-01-2014, 05:53:00</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i867.photobucket.com/albums/ab235/bloodiedporcelain/elcharacterpics/beauxbatons/professor1_zps81ffe063.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name (PC):</strong> Professor Ciaran Philippe Bellerose (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=193964.msg9463946#msg9463946)<br><strong>Relationship Status:</strong> Single<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Suit (http://www.printkiller.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/3cnipIS3RbEjyNG1.jpg)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Brussels Carriage<br><strong>Date:</strong> Sept. 1st<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open<br><hr>Germany was a glorious country... and Berlin was a city he really did need to visit more often, with its bars and clubs... His interactions with muggles were rare most times, but when he went out on trips like his pre-school-year outing around Europe? He saw <em>plenty</em> of muggles... especially females. He was never entirely sure what drew them to him... if it was the finely tailored clothes, the blue eyes, the natural fae appeal, or something else entirely, but when they were too far gone on shots of whatever alcohol they'd picked out for the night to notice the markings on his back and were caught up in the pleasures of bouncing on him, he really couldn't bring himself to mind them as much. They were gloriously predictable creatures who suited his purposes perfectly. <br><br>Nothing would come of it, he knew. He used one of those infernal contraptions to prevent pregnancy, and they'd never see him again as he rarely spent more than a day or two in the same city before moving on. When the last day of his trip came along, he sighed and apparated himself to Brussels. It hadn't been a long enough trip... even with the booze, the women, and the music... it hadn't been nearly long enough. And yet, no matter how nicely they distracted him from his troubles, there was always something missing when he was with a muggle woman. He could never quite put his finger on it, but he suspected it was because of their perfectly mundane natures. A muggle woman could never be what a witch could be. <br><br>Shoving the thought aside and asserting to himself that they had been wonderful, he ran his hand back through his messy, long black hair and made his way toward where the carriage stood waiting, already holding students. His suit was on the casual side, with no vest and the jacket unbuttoned, the lack of tie a rare thing indeed for him, but as he slid a pair of black sunglasses on over his blood shot eyes and shifted his suitcase in his hand, he stepped up on to the carriage, gave the students there a sweeping glance as they looked his way, and then made his way toward an empty seat. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beauxbatons Academy of Magic - Carriage </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bloodied Porcelain</strong> on <strong>17-01-2014, 06:30:15</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i867.photobucket.com/albums/ab235/bloodiedporcelain/elcharacterpics/beauxbatons/ladyprofessor3_zps7d15e8ad.jpeg)</div><strong>Character Name (PC):</strong> Professor Anais Lachance (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=193964.msg9464986#msg9464986)<br><strong>Relationship Status:</strong> Single<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> This (http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=110483339)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Bern Carriage<br><strong>Date:</strong> Sept 1st <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Afanassii Abez'iana (noticing), Professor Jerome Bellerose, Annalise Lachance (NPC)<br><hr>The morning they were supposed to leave was hectic for Anais Lachance. Her little girl was antsy and knew was something up, the two year old wandering around their hotel room, calling out words related to things and sounds around her. Anais just smiled through the stress, watching the glossy black curls bounce around her baby girl's face as she packed away the last of their things. They'd spent the last week in Switzerland, taking an impromptu vacation before the work year would begin and she wouldn't have much chance for quality time, and not wanting to spend a week in their now empty flat waiting for the day the carriage would arrive. They saw some of the sights, spent time playing and cuddling in their hotel room, and just generally not having a care for the world. It was blissful. It was peaceful. Even the fact that little Annalise had a new tooth coming in didn't seem to ruin the trip. <br><br>"Ben!" Annalise called, slapping her hand against the bed as Anais once more checked over their bags to be sure she hadn't forgotten anything. <br><br>"Yes, mon précieux. Bed," Anais answered with a smile. <br><br>Annalise seemed pleased with her mother's repetition of her word and toddled over, her tiny feet encased in a pair of shiny black toddler dress shoes and her legs in grey tights, a pale blue dress around her small form. Her black, doll like curls were soft and shone in the light, and her big blue eyes, so much like her mothers, looked up at the older woman adoringly. "Mama? Up?" Without another word, Anais scooped her up and perched her on one well curved hip while her free hand gathered their bags, slinging her purse over her shoulder and grabbing the strap of her bag and their rolling suitcase with the other as she headed for the door. <br><br><div align="center">~*~*~*~</div><br>A short ride in a muggle taxi later, and they were as close as they could get to the drop off point without garnering suspicion. Anais paid the cab driver before putting Annalise right back on her hip where she belonged and the two set off to meet the carriage. <br><br>On board, the petite redhead&nbsp; cast her eyes around as one of the attendants took her bags and stowed them away. She spotted a young man with long blonde hair who looked gloriously relaxed and bored in a seat nearby, but it was an older man who most got her attention, as as soon as she set Annalise down, the toddler took off down the aisle and straight for the back of the carriage. "Annalise! No!" she cried, but it was too late. Tiny little hands accompanied a squeal of delight, reaching out and pushing the periodical the man held in his hands up toward his chest and out of the way of the little girl, whose crystal blue eyes looked up at him curiously. <br><br>"Nose!" the girl cried, pointing at his face, and a moment later, Anais caught up, looking breathless and mortified. <br><br>"I'm so sorry, monsieur. She's a bit anxious today." Her hands moved immediately to scoop the little girl up and in to her arms, but Annalise seemed quite intent on the man she'd disturbed. <br><br>"Nose!" she cried, and Anais's cheeks turned a darker shade of pink. <br><br>"Yes, mon précieux, that's his nose. Now come on, lets find our seats," she answered, beginning to turn away even as Annalise tried to lean toward the other professor, finger stretching desperately, as if she was intent on touching the tip of his nose. <br><br>"Nooooooose!" she called happily, though there was a hint of frustration in her tone too, and it was growing more and more apparent as her mother tried to find a seat with the squirming toddler in her arms. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beauxbatons Academy of Magic - Carriage </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Loves</strong> on <strong>17-01-2014, 18:38:04</strong>
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				<br><div class="floatleft">(http://i975.photobucket.com/albums/ae240/samanthamazur/ConnieAvie_zps1bd48eb5.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name PC:</strong> Constance Maree Jeannie Beauregard&nbsp; (goes by Connie) (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=193964.msg9449326#msg9449326)<br><strong>Relationship Status:</strong> Dating &nbsp;Ettiene Bonhomme &nbsp;(http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=193964.msg9427792#msg9427792)<br><strong>House and Year</strong> Papillonlisse, second year student <br><strong>Location:</strong>Carriage from Marseilles<br><strong>Date:</strong> September 1st <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Ettiene, Jacqueline, Claudette Open <br><br>*wearing (http://media-cache-ec0.pinimg.com/736x/a5/4e/85/a54e855a2c8caa9d55da19e04dccd585.jpg)<br>*note, she is not wearing the hat* <br><br><hr><br>Constance couldn’t help but feel hurt by Jacqueline’s cold attitude. Though she had never shown signs of wishing to be friendly before, so why Connie would feel that would change now was a mystery. Still, the part Veela was an optimist, as well as a hopeless romantic. She would continue to try and break the cold shell whenever the opportunity arose. <br><br>Snuggling closer to her boyfriend, Connie raised her cheek just enough to accept the kiss Ettiene chose to offer her. Her lips curled into a soft smile as she nodded in agreement to his claim of being a gentleman. He was indeed the perfect gentlemen, and even more so when he was being naughty. <strong>”Very good”</strong> she added in a soft voice that whispered of sensual delights. <br><br>She felt herself being drawn closer to him, as was the case when they had been alone on their stolen vacation. She couldn’t get enough of him then, and it would appear she was still in desperate need of him now. However, Connie was careful to not show her lust for him openly, as that would not fit the description of a lady. Her eyes told him another story as she smiled, lost in smoldering gaze. If she could she would mount him right there! The only outward show of need came in the form of nibble to her bottom lip. She would have to steal him away for some alone time once they arrived at school. There was no way she could be without him...she would simply die!<br><br>As Claudette made herself comfortable Constance silently prayed to whatever god would listen that the two would not pick up where they had left off. But it would appear that Claud was not happy unless being sarcastic with Ettiene. She was pleased to see Ettiy attempt to be civil, though the tone and ending comment contradicted his efforts. Though she could never truly be angry with Ettiy, even when they argued they often ended up in a heated embrace. They were both very passionate people who felt emotions deeply. <br><br>A soft giggle sounded as Ettiene offered soup to his hermit crab, and small silly act that endeared him to her. She loved that he could be both strong willed and utterly adorable. Still from the from the roll of Claudette’s eyes it was obvious her friend did not feel the same affection, not for Eittene, or the hermit crab. In hope to keep the peace, Connie offered her friend a warm and inviting smile and took over the conversation. <strong>”I have something for you Claudette. A thank you for helping us this summer.”</strong> shifting in her seat, Connie pulled her purse from it’s hiding place and gracefully withdrew a golden wrapped package, and offered it to her friend. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beauxbatons Academy of Magic - Carriage </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GnothiSeauton</strong> on <strong>17-01-2014, 18:53:43</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://24.media.tumblr.com/ac71a6a595c83aaf50f65a0e1d66c125/tumblr_mzilhx0O3P1rjpd1ko1_1280.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name (PC/NPC):</strong> &nbsp;Professor Jerome Bellerose (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=193964.msg9464083#msg9464083)<br><strong>Year/House:</strong>&nbsp; Professor<br><strong>Relationship Status:</strong>&nbsp; Single<br><strong>Wearing:</strong>&nbsp; Black coat and casual attire with carry-on satchel (http://24.media.tumblr.com/f9e421484bc77337c362feea32b50fa8/tumblr_mzj1c41Uog1rjpd1ko1_1280.jpg)<br><strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; Bern Carriage<br><strong>Date:</strong>&nbsp; September 1st<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; Prof. Anais Lachance, Annalise Lachance (NPC), Ciaran Bellerose (Mentioned)<br><br><hr><br>Jerome had been settled in his seat, already delved into his few months stack of journals when the peaceful little bubble around him was popped by one of the most unlikeliest of sources.<br><br>He had been caught off guard by the sudden intrusion and swift action of the young toddler whom had bolted up to him.&nbsp; A slight sense of shock had taken him, a slight jump in his body as the periodical was pushed out of his view, pressed up against his chest.&nbsp; She had stared at him brightly, like a curious little being having discovered something new and amazing with those hungry little blue eyes.<br><br>An awkward smile came across his lips as the young little girl shouted "Nose!".<br><br>Whenever a situation arose, Jerome had usually known what to do.&nbsp; He was good like that, always with a plan in mind, to think things through to find the best way to approach it.&nbsp; If Ciaran had been with him, Jerome held little doubt that his brother would have more than welcomed the chance to play with the little child, to play that silly Got-Your-Nose game with the child all the way to the school.&nbsp; He could see Ciaran right now in his mind, laughing and playing along.&nbsp; But Jerome was not Ciaran.&nbsp; He didn't know how to act around young children, not since his own.<br><br>Soon he was rescued by the young girl's mother, who quickly scooped her up with embarrassment seemingly burning upon her cheeks.&nbsp; "It's quite alright." He remarked, straightening out his magazine as he sat up straighter in the seat.&nbsp; "I remember how it can be with little ones."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beauxbatons Academy of Magic - Carriage </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PhantomPistoleer</strong> on <strong>17-01-2014, 19:13:35</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://media-cache-ec0.pinimg.com/236x/f8/69/4d/f8694d3a2bd7f1ca1e1f3e052c5c30df.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong>&nbsp; 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<br><strong>Date:</strong> September 1st <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Connie, Claudette, 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><br>Ettiene was the perfect image of smoldering.&nbsp; He could smolder very well.&nbsp; It was his face's natural inclination.&nbsp; He had very serious eyes, which were penetrating and held an intellectual profundity that was seldom tapped.&nbsp; He was gaunt and lean for failure to eat often, especially in the last couple of weeks.&nbsp; There was only one dish being served and it was Constance -- and he ate that in heaps.&nbsp; Moohoohaha.&nbsp; And his lips never were very still, as he was always smirking or grinning one way or the other.&nbsp; His flesh, which was of an olive hue, as his family line was that of a mix between Caucasians and Middle Easterners, gave him a very healthy appearance, never too pale and never flushed.<br><br>But, as he leveled his gaze at Constance and looked into her soft, knowing gaze, Ettiene knew what she was talking about.&nbsp; He got hot at the collar, and his flesh was covered with a fine layer of sweat.&nbsp; His face became red with wanton desire.&nbsp; He knew that look!&nbsp; It was the look that drove him crazy with adoration and reckless with despair.&nbsp; It was the sort of look that Penelope gave to Odysseus to give him courage to crash between Scylla and Charybdis.&nbsp; But he couldn't quite bring himself to do it!&nbsp; He didn't care about school, but Constance did.&nbsp; He couldn't just assault his beloved darling and pepper her with his fondness, could he?&nbsp; No!&nbsp; He had to divert the course of the mighty river of his profound love, and steer it in a manner that was productive.<br><br>&nbsp;"Winter vacation!" he suddenly exclaimed as he leered at his beauty.&nbsp; &nbsp;"Yes, like I said, South Africa has several resorts!&nbsp; It's summer there, like I said.&nbsp; And lots of animals, too.&nbsp; Have you ever hunted?&nbsp; Ghastly business.&nbsp; But it gets very hot there during December, and things aren't always closed during the holidays."&nbsp; He suddenly realized that the idea of re-living the summer later in the year was reminding him of Constance in an inappropriate manner, so he again had to divert!&nbsp; &nbsp;"But a summer retreat during winter vacation seems like a waste of a season, dear.&nbsp; Winter is fun, too.&nbsp; We could rent a lodge in the American Rockies, and we could ski.&nbsp; I hear that Argentina has some beautiful slopes, too.&nbsp; Am I speaking too much?&nbsp; I'm all out of sorts."<br><br>He took off his coat, folded it and placed it on the chair beside him, careful to knock the Hermit Crab over.<br><br>He then gave Claudette a very wicked smile, reclined back against his chair and said:<br><br>&nbsp;"Your friend was the perfect lady this summer, Claudette.&nbsp; Just remarkable.&nbsp; We went to see the Opera, and so many people remarked how lovely she was.&nbsp; She really is very lovely, but it is nice for people to notice.&nbsp; We sailed on a yacht, and visited deserted islands and... well, we had a lot of fun.&nbsp; There is a lot of things to do in Marseilles.&nbsp; The way my parents speak of it, I thought that it was just a provincial village, but it is really quite large and there are plenty of things to do.&nbsp; I didn't know that you were from Marseilles.&nbsp; You must really like it here.&nbsp; My Constance and I found it so very agreeable."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beauxbatons Academy of Magic - Carriage </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bloodied Porcelain</strong> on <strong>17-01-2014, 19:16:04</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i867.photobucket.com/albums/ab235/bloodiedporcelain/elcharacterpics/beauxbatons/ladyprofessor3_zps7d15e8ad.jpeg)</div><strong>Character Name (PC):</strong> Professor Anais Lachance (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=193964.msg9464986#msg9464986)<br><strong>Relationship Status:</strong> Single<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> This (http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=110483339)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Bern Carriage<br><strong>Date:</strong> Sept 1st <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Professor Jerome Bellerose, Annalise Lachance (NPC)<br><hr>Anais gave the man a grateful smile, glad he wasn’t going to be the way some people were when around a young child in public. So many just didn’t seem to understand that kids weren’t going to behave 100% of the time. They cry. They throw tantrums. They want to get attention from people around them… Try as a parent might to keep a tight rein on them, it was often easier said than done. And once they started walking? Good luck! <br><br>“I’m still trying to figure out when she got so quick!” she said, letting out a small laugh. It took a few moments, but Annalise soon enough seemed to give up on trying to reach the nose of the man in the seat, and instead relaxed, contenting herself with playing with a teething toy Anais produced from her purse. Burbling around the soft plastic, she chewed on it and watched her mother’s face even as Anais lifted her eyes back to the man she’d been talking to. <br><br>After a long moment, her eyes went wide. “Professor Bellerose?” she asked breathlessly, finally recognizing him. It hadn’t been long, after all, since her last potion’s class and she remembered the man well. True she had changed greatly, but he really hadn’t. He was as quiet and studious as ever, the picture of what one might expect from the professor of such a serious study as Potions. <br><br>“You probably don’t remember me. I had you just a few years ago. Anais Lachance, I graduated a few years ago. You were the only teacher I had that almost gave me an M and not an R. Your final was the only one I thought I might actually fail,” she said with a laugh. She hadn’t, of course.&nbsp; She’d managed to graduate with R’s in every subject, including potions, which she had begun to believe had been an absolute miracle and not the hours upon hours upon hours of study she’d put in every week of every month of every year. It had been her worst subject by far, outside of divination, and she’d nearly given herself an ulcer stressing out over it. <br><br>Shifting Annalise on her hip, she held a hand out to shake his own, hoping deep down that she’d left an impression that was good enough that he <em>did</em> remember her, no matter how unlikely it was. “It looks like we’re going to be colleagues now,” she commented with a cheeky smile. “Headmistress Delacroix asked me to come on as the new Charms professor.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beauxbatons Academy of Magic - Carriage </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Loves</strong> on <strong>17-01-2014, 19:36:42</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i975.photobucket.com/albums/ae240/samanthamazur/dFNG5BTi033S_zpsa5e722e0.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name PC:</strong> Claudette Nadeen Touchet&nbsp; (goes by Claud) (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=193964.msg9460236#msg9460236)<br><strong>Relationship Status:</strong> Single<br><strong>House and Year</strong> Ombrelune, second year student <br><strong>Location:</strong>Carriage from Marseilles<br><strong>Date:</strong> September 1st <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Constance, Ettiene, Open <br><br>*wearing (http://fashionistatrends.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/10/classy-outfits-44.jpg)<br><br><br><hr><br>Claudette could barely keep the smile on her face as she was force to watch the love fest play out before her. Okay, so forced wasn’t exactly the truth, she&nbsp; had after all chosen to sit with them. She offered Ettiene an obviously forced smile and replied to his insincere question electing to use a voice that was equally robotic and ingenuine. <strong>”Oh lovely summer...if you like having strangers paw at you and going home smelling like smoke and booze each night. But then I wasn’t invited on a private getaway, so I guess I shouldn’t complain. It was as good as it could have been. I’m not going to ask how yours was...I wish to hold onto my breakfast.”</strong> However that didn’t seem to keep Ettiene from his mission in life to drive her insane. <strong>”Of course...she’s lovely...we all know she’s lovely”</strong> commented Claud, gritting her teeth as she tried to hold onto her temper. <br><br>She caught the look in Constance’s eyes and refused to feel badly. Was she jealous? Yes god damn it! But that didn’t seem to bother anyone but her, so she used the emotions to rule her annoyance against Ettiene. Looking at the crab, Claud rolled her eyes and snickered, making a comment with a sweet smile upon her face. <strong>”That thing is perfect for my Precious’ lunch. The soup will be a fitting last meal.”</strong> She rolled her eyes as Constance gasped from shock. <strong>”Oh don’t go all weepy, it was a joke.”</strong> Reluctantly she leaned forward to accept the offered present. <strong>”Thank you sweetness, you didn’t have to you know….did you keep the receipt?”</strong> she was of course teasing, but the pout on her friends face was well worth the aggravation she would no doubt end up receiving. <br><br>Claudette knew that Connie wanted her to open the present, and if she was truthful she would admit to wanting to open the present. But she wouldn’t open the present! Not under threat of losing her life! Instead she placed the package into her bag that held her sleeping kitty. <strong>”So another vacation for you two is in the works, nice. But then your mother will be very disappointed that you are not willing to spend Christmas with them at home Constance. I wonder how she will feel when she learns of these plans.”</strong> Claud knew exactly what buttons to press with the sweet part Veela, but what she failed to understand was the hold that Ettiene had on the girl, and just how powerful her desires for him were. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beauxbatons Academy of Magic - Carriage </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GnothiSeauton</strong> on <strong>17-01-2014, 20:54:05</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://24.media.tumblr.com/ac71a6a595c83aaf50f65a0e1d66c125/tumblr_mzilhx0O3P1rjpd1ko1_1280.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name (PC/NPC):</strong> &nbsp;Professor Jerome Bellerose (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=193964.msg9464083#msg9464083)<br><strong>Year/House:</strong>&nbsp; Professor<br><strong>Relationship Status:</strong>&nbsp; Single<br><strong>Wearing:</strong>&nbsp; Black coat and casual attire with carry-on satchel (http://24.media.tumblr.com/f9e421484bc77337c362feea32b50fa8/tumblr_mzj1c41Uog1rjpd1ko1_1280.jpg)<br><strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; Bern Carriage<br><strong>Date:</strong>&nbsp; September 1st<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; Prof. Anais Lachance, <br><br><hr><br>It took him a few moments to search his mind in memory of the young woman before him.<br><br>There had always been a few former students whom could not resist a chance to say hello or greet him if they had come across him.&nbsp; He had so often played it off casually, in a cordial, if not awkward, manner.&nbsp; In a school with so many students, so many years, it was hard to keep track of who was who after they left the school.&nbsp; It had been difficult to say the least, usually relying on his ability to be polite or to get out of a conversation with some excuse.&nbsp; But as soon as Anais began to recount her final with him, how she had persuaded him to change the grade, his mind clicked in recognition.<br><br>"Ah yes...&nbsp; I remember.&nbsp; Forgive me." He said with a nod.&nbsp; "The one I debated about for some time."<br><br>When it came to grades, Remarkable was rarely given in his class, and often the easiest to remember.&nbsp; Most students were lucky to get a Marvelous, the majority receiving Satisfying or Insufficient.&nbsp; Anais had come close to getting a simple M for her final, her exam giving him something to wrestle with for some time.&nbsp; But he had seen how hard she had worked and studied, had occasionally witnessed the long hours she had put in at the library, pouring over various potions books in an attempt to prepare herself for the great unknown which was his examinations.<br><br>He had heard there would be a new charms teacher, the former having packed up and retired to live out her remaining years in peace and seclusion, something which would be coming soon for him, he knew.&nbsp; Jerome had not expected, however, to have such a young replacement, let alone another former student.<br><br>"Well, in that case, welcome back to the school." He commented.&nbsp; "I'm sure you'll make a wonderful addition to the faculty."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beauxbatons Academy of Magic - Carriage </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>17-01-2014, 21:06:13</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1171.photobucket.com/albums/r554/onilobo1/Matias_zpsc39430f2.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name (PC/NPC):</strong> Professor Chevalier<br><strong>Year/House:</strong> Bellefeuille's Head of House<br><strong>Relationship Status:</strong> Single with a few Amis-Amants <br><strong>Wearing:</strong> &lt;-- Blue Suit<br><strong>Location:</strong> About to catch the Marseille Carriage<br><strong>Date:</strong> September 1<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; Prof. Washington with an eye kept on the students in the carriage <hr><br>"Only in your classroom?" He asked with a raised brow and smiled knowingly at her before he drank again from the glass. "I don't know if cute is the word I would use to describe myself. I think handsome is more fitting, ohh and charming, can't forget that. I wouldn't be surprised if some are already in love or lust with the cruel taskmaster, Warden of Transfiguration, you just enjoy knowing you intimidate the poor boys, don't you?" Matias teased as he gave her chin a little playful nudge. <br><br>"If you enjoy playing in the dirt that much, you can give me a hand in the green house this year. I am sure they are chaotic, they tend to be after long holidays." Matias was commenting when Isa reached into her bag and produced a large book. The man set aside the basket in the empty seat beside him along with the platter and reached for it. "Look at that, it's like stepping back in time. My father met one of the authors, gave him some of our old photos to publish in this book when he came around." He was sharing as he turned to the section dedicated to his family home and vineyard. The long (partial) history of the family was written into the book with pictures to match. As he turned the page and the history neared his current generation, he spotted a photo of him in his "awkward" phase and began to laugh. "Look at that...is this the reason you got the book?" He chuckled. "To bad they don't have a current picture." <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beauxbatons Academy of Magic - Carriage </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SpiralSpider</strong> on <strong>17-01-2014, 21:37:48</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1226.photobucket.com/albums/ee406/Mostly_roleplay_pictures/People/Males/Andrej/tumblr_lqmach09v01qlhliso1_500_zps21065338.gif)</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> Professor Anais Lachance (and little Annalise), Professor Jerome Bellerose (mentioned)<br><br>When the stillness of the Bern carriage was so suddenly dispelled by tiny pittering feat and a childish squeal, Nassii immediately opened his eyes and locked on to the newcomers. A wide grin spread across his fair features and he sat up with interest, watching the little one's antics and trying to contain his laughter at the expense of the professors' embarrassment. He had hardly noticed the stoic potions master boarding before and had thought he might be his only company for the journey so the little girl was an exciting breath of fresh air. <br><br>The 2nd year was very fond of children - especially girls - so he couldn't help but become enchanted by her little smile and natural sincerity. As the adults conversed, he began to attempt to get the little one's attention and entertain her with a round of peek-a-boo. He almost didn't notice when Anais mentioned her new role at the school. It was a few seconds later that he jerked his head over to consider her. That's right! He had heard that there would be a new charms professor. If his summer hadn't been so busy, he would have taken the time to find out more about her. After all, charms <em>was</em> his favorite subject. <br><br>Not wanting to directly interrupt their conversation, he instead rose to his feet and strode over to kneel by the feet of the little blue-eyed sweetheart. "Bonjour, Princess..." his baritone softly cut in, as he brushed back his long red locks. His pronunciation was passable but he was obviously foreign, even without considering his Russian accent. "Would you do the honor of telling me your name?"<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beauxbatons Academy of Magic - Carriage </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caela</strong> on <strong>18-01-2014, 04:07:58</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/2/20/Salbeaux.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name (PC):</strong> Salome Elisabetta Beliveau (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=193964.msg9465295#msg9465295)<br><strong>Year/House:</strong> 1st Year / TBD<br><strong>Relationship Status:</strong> Single<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Jeans and tank top (http://i980.photobucket.com/albums/ae282/caela_ecub/Misc%20Story%20Accessories/Clothes/clothes12.jpg), Jacket (http://i980.photobucket.com/albums/ae282/caela_ecub/Misc%20Story%20Accessories/Clothes/2ba9aafd-2c9d-45bd-bd85-321981658505_zpsb8dc94e8.jpg)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Bordeaux Carriage<br><strong>Date:</strong> September 1<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open<br><br><hr><br>"Mother, I will be fine, do <em>please</em> stop fussing!" Salome said, exasperation clear in her voice as her mother, once more, dug through her bag to make certain she'd have everything she needed for the carriage ride to school. Unlike many of the other students, she didn't have a trunk that would need to be loaded, her trunk would be travelling with her horse. At the thought of Moonshadow a sigh parted her lips, she hated that her beautiful mare was travelling separate from her but there was nothing to do about it.<br><br>She'd make it a point to visit the stables as soon as the welcoming and sorting were over to make sure Moonshadow was settled. Before if she could manage it, but that would depend on how many students this carriage had to pick up and how swiftly it traveled.<br><br>Watching the door open she turned and hugged her mother tightly. The woman could drive her mad, but she loved her fiercely and would miss both of her parents and even her annoying little sisters! "I'll send Hestia with a letter every week. I can't promise they'll be long but I'll send one," she said and climbed into the carriage before her mother could reply. She didn't want her mother to see the brief burn of tears in her eyes. She'd never been away from her family like she was going to be now, and while she was incredibly excited to start school, she was already homesick as well.<br><br>Moonshadow. She'd feel better when she could throw her arms around her gentle mare's neck and nuzzle her soft coat. A piece of home was coming to school with her after all.<br><br>Settling into her seat she opened the bag she and her mother had packed and pulled out a small medium sized container - you had to love charms that made a small bag bigger on the inside! - that held fresh strawberries, blackberries, raspberries, and blueberries from her grandmother's garden. She also drew out a small sketch pad and pencil and began drawing the smooth sure lines that would, gradually, take the shape of her beloved mare Moonshadow. She didn't hide what she was doing, anyone who glanced over her shoulder would see a variety of horses drawn on the page she had open and would quickly realize the young girl had a particular love in her life for horses.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beauxbatons Academy of Magic - Carriage </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bloodied Porcelain</strong> on <strong>18-01-2014, 04:53:11</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i867.photobucket.com/albums/ab235/bloodiedporcelain/elcharacterpics/beauxbatons/faylinn4_zpsbc57e562.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name (PC):</strong> Faylinn MacRhagnal (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=193964.msg9468759#msg9468759)<br><strong>Year/House:</strong> 1st Year / TBD<br><strong>Relationship Status:</strong> Single<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> This (http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=110572790)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Bordeaux Carriage<br><strong>Date:</strong> September 1<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Salome Elisabetta Beliveau, Open<br><strong>NOTE</strong>: Hover over Irish parts to see translation<br><hr><br><acronym title="I still don't know if I trust this whole thing. Who ever heard of this place, anyway?">"Nach bhfuil fós a fhios agam má tá muinín mé an rud ar fad. Cé a chuala riamh an áit seo, ar aon nós?"</acronym> Came Carlow's thick brogue from the back seat of the SUV as it rumbled along the last stretch of country road to where Fay had been directed to meet the carriage. His Irish was impeccable and oddly comforting, Fay realized, as she looked out the window at the french countryside. <br><br><acronym title="The point is that no one has heard of it.">"Is é an pointe go bhfuil aon duine a chuala sé,"</acronym> Fay answered easily, hands lifting to push her red hair back away from her sweet face where she could pull it in to a tight ponytail. <acronym title="Do you think Tempest is okay?">"An gceapann tú go bhfuil Tempest ceart go leor?"</acronym> she asked, not for even the fiftieth time since they'd left the farm. Her answer earned a groan from her brother and a chuckle from her father. <br><br><acronym title="I'm sure he's fine. You saw how well Professor Desrosiers did with him once you got them aquainted. You'll see him soon, little fire. And then you'll see for yourself.">"Tá mé cinnte go tá sé breá. Chonaic tú cé chomh maith agus a rinne an tOllamh Desrosiers leis nuair a fuair tú iad aquainted. Feicfidh tú a fheiceáil dó go luath, beag Dóiteáin. Agus ansin beidh tú a fheiceáil duit féin.,"</acronym> her father answered. <br><br>Nodding, Fay felt her mouth smooth in to a grim, worried line. "I hope so," she answered in English when they pulled up at the stop. <br><br>A few minutes later and Fay was exchanging a surprisingly lingering hug with her older brother, valiantly blinking back even the hint of tears as she embraced him. As miserable as her brothers could make her, it stung to think about how much she would miss having them around. "Behave, kiddo," her brother grunted, and she could tell by the tone of his voice that he was probably holding back the urge to cry as much as she was. <br><br>"Yeah, whatever, I'm not the one who is dating a psycho," she shot back, taking one last chance to make it clear she thought his choice in women was insane... literally. Her brother shook his head with a chuckle and pushed her trunk over to her before climbing back in to the SUV, apparently done with saying goodbye. <br><br>Her father stroked her hair for a long moment, looking down at her with a proud, pained smile on his lips. <acronym title="I'm proud of you, little Fire. We will see you for Christmas break.">"Tá mé bródúil as tú, beag Dóiteáin. Beidh muid a fheiceann tú do shaoire na Nollag."</acronym><br><br>The two embraced then, and Fay clung to him as if her life depended upon it. In that moment, she knew that if Tempest wasn't already on his way to this new school, she'd refuse to leave, it hurt too much... Only knowing she had to get to her "baby" and take care of him helped her keep from begging him to take her home. <acronym title="I love you, Daddy">"Is breá liom tú, Daidí,"</acronym> she whispered, voice muffled by his shoulder. <br><br><acronym title="I love you too, my Fay. Now go. Do us proud. Show those prissy French how it's done.">"Is breá liom tú ró-, mo Fay. Anois dul. An bhfuil bródúil dúinn. Taispeáin iad siúd Fraince prissy conas a dhéanfar é."</acronym> Her father gently set her away from him, and she caught a glimmer of a tear in his eye as she looked down, bending to grab the handle of her trunk with one hand while the other subtly wiped at the tear in her eye. <br><br>Waving goodbye to her father and brother, she made her way up and on to the carriage, letting the staff take the trunk before she walked inside. It was eerily quiet, and outside she could hear the SUV pulling away, her father clearly unsure if he could stay to watch them leave. Hands in her pockets, Fay shuffled down the empty aisle before spotting a dark haired girl sitting in one of the seats. Coming up behind her, she peered over her shoulder for a moment at the horses over the page and immediately knew she needed to sit there. "Mind if I sit here?" she asked, her French heavily accented by her natural lilt, giving it an oddly exotic sound. <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beauxbatons Academy of Magic - Carriage </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caela</strong> on <strong>18-01-2014, 05:09:18</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/2/20/Salbeaux.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name (PC):</strong> Salome Elisabetta Beliveau (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=193964.msg9465295#msg9465295)<br><strong>Year/House:</strong> 1st Year / TBD<br><strong>Relationship Status:</strong> Single<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Jeans and tank top (http://i980.photobucket.com/albums/ae282/caela_ecub/Misc%20Story%20Accessories/Clothes/clothes12.jpg), Jacket (http://i980.photobucket.com/albums/ae282/caela_ecub/Misc%20Story%20Accessories/Clothes/2ba9aafd-2c9d-45bd-bd85-321981658505_zpsb8dc94e8.jpg)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Bordeaux Carriage<br><strong>Date:</strong> September 1<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Faylinn MacRhangnal, Open<br><br><hr><br>Salome felt eyes looking over her shoulder but she didn't mind. If she'd been drawing something intensely personal she might have closed the sketch pad, but since she was drawing what she loved most in the world, she was happy to let the other girl look without pausing in her drawing. The eyes were always the hardest for her when she drew Moonshadow. It was hard to perfect that look of intelligence and sometimes annoyance that her mare could give her, as if <em>she</em> were an unruly foal that Moonshadow needed to protect and take care of. If you had seen it in person, than Salome's pictures never quite captured it, but if you hadn't met the Arabian mare then it came close.<br><br>"Please have a seat," she said at last, looking up with a friendly smile. She liked the accent the redhead put on her French and wondered what her native language was that it gave her voice that particular lilt. Salome failed terribly when it came to recognizing accents, especially when they were speaking French. When she heard them speaking their own languages she could usally pick out what they were, but in all honesty, languages had never interested her half so much as her horse. <br><br>"I'm Salome Beliveau, and this beauty," she said tipping her pad to make the half finished picture of Moonshadow more apparent, "Is my mare Moonshadow. Do you <em>like</em> horses?" she asked, the uptilt in her voice clearly hopeful. Someone who wouldn't roll their eyes at her particular obsession would make the ride to school an absolute delight! 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beauxbatons Academy of Magic - Carriage </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bloodied Porcelain</strong> on <strong>18-01-2014, 05:25:01</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i867.photobucket.com/albums/ab235/bloodiedporcelain/elcharacterpics/beauxbatons/ladyprofessor3_zps7d15e8ad.jpeg)</div><strong>Character Name (PC):</strong> Professor Anais Lachance (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=193964.msg9464986#msg9464986)<br><strong>Relationship Status:</strong> Single<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> This (http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=110483339)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Bern Carriage<br><strong>Date:</strong> Sept 1st <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Professor Jerome Bellerose, Annalise Lachance (NPC), Afanassii Abez'iana<br><hr>Anais flushed a bit, clearly somewhat embarassed by the fact that he only remembered her by the fact that her final had almost been a failure. While most would have considered it a triumph to get an M in Bellerose's class, for Anais, anything less than an R in <em>any</em> subject was unacceptable. She worked too hard, too long, too diligently to get anything less than perfect marks. The fact that that final could have ruined her perfect record was something that hadn't sat well with her at all, and more than once she'd fallen asleep in the library and had to be sent off to her room just barely before curfew, always pouting slightly that she'd fallen asleep and missed out on much needed study time. <br><br>"Thank you for the warm welcome, Professor," she said, attempting to not be too obvious about the fact that she was half disappointed, half embarrassed by his recollection of her final. "Do you mind if we si-" her words were cut off by a giggle from the little girl in her arms, and ever the vigilant mother, Anais glanced over her shoulder to see the young man she'd believed to be asleep awake and playing peek-a-boo with her. Grinning at the boy, she didn't stop him and their playing, and when he rose to approach, she put Annalise down at her feet, watching with interest as the little girl gazed up at the young man, still chewing on her teething toy. <br><br>At his question, Anais looked expectantly down at the little girl, curious if she would perform for him and say her name (something that was no small feat for her still developing speech skills) or not. Annalise, never one to disappoint, removed her toy from her mouth and burbled for a moment before she got the name out... or something close to it. "Annawise," she managed after a few false starts, and she looked up at Anais for approval, who just nodded and gave her an adoring smile. <br><br>Turning back to the boy, the baby lifted her hand and wrapped her fingers around the long red strands of his hair, rubbing it between her fingers for a moment before her finger moved to his nose and poked it firmly. "NOSE!" she cried happily, letting out an excited squeal a moment later as she poked his nose again before moving her hand to smash her fingers against her own nose. "Nose!" <br><br>Anais just chuckled and found a seat nearby, her legs in the Aisle and her eyes returning to Jerome to give him a soft smile. "I'm sorry, I know she's a bit loud... but believe me, this is much better than the screaming we'd all be treated to if I tried to make her be quiet," she chuckled, shaking her head and removing her hat to run her fingers back through her long red curls. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beauxbatons Academy of Magic - Carriage </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bloodied Porcelain</strong> on <strong>18-01-2014, 05:51:16</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i867.photobucket.com/albums/ab235/bloodiedporcelain/elcharacterpics/beauxbatons/faylinn4_zpsbc57e562.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name (PC):</strong> Faylinn MacRhagnal (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=193964.msg9468759#msg9468759)<br><strong>Year/House:</strong> 1st Year / TBD<br><strong>Relationship Status:</strong> Single<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> This (http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=110572790)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Bordeaux Carriage<br><strong>Date:</strong> September 1<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Salome Elisabetta Beliveau, Open<br><hr>Fay slit in to the seat with a sigh, stretching her body out. Compared to the SUV, the carriage was positively roomy and she stretched her shapely legs out, crossing them at the ankles. When the other girl introduced herself, she smiled. "Faylinn MacRhagnal," she introduced herself, but it was the sight of the sketches of the horse that really got her attention. Eyes following the lines of the horse, she studied it for a moment. Spotting the raised tail though, she just smiled. "Arabian, eh? Good lines," she said, nodding in approval. <br><br>When the other girl asked if she "liked" horses, Fay could only laugh aloud. "<em>Like?</em> she got out, grinning before she rifled through her small mail carrier styled bag before finding a small photo album. Flipping it open, she held it up for the other girl to see, showing off a normal muggle picture of her Tempest standing proudly, head raised and long mane caught on a momentary breeze. "My Tempest. My wild, lovely boy. He's meeting me at the school," she explained as she tucked the book back in to her bag. The horse in the photo was huge, made obvious by the fact that she was standing beside him in the photo, grinning at the camera, her hand stroking along his neck and her other hand on one cocked out hip. <br><br>"Are you having yours brought too?" she asked after a moment, looking curiously at the other girl. She could already tell horses would be something they could talk over during the ride to the school, but she wondered if it would be a continuing theme, something that would keep them bumping in to each other as the year went on. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beauxbatons Academy of Magic - Carriage </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SpiralSpider</strong> on <strong>18-01-2014, 06:12:44</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1226.photobucket.com/albums/ee406/Mostly_roleplay_pictures/People/Males/Andrej/tumblr_mhgfk5Nobw1rar94xo1_500_zpsc608f929.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> Professor Anais Lachance (and little Annalise)<br><br>Afanassii nearly squealed in delight at the little one's pronunciation of her very distinguished name. His eyebrows raised up and he smiled wide. "You're so smart! Wow!" he exclaimed in french before saying something in Russian under his breath in appreciation of how charming she was. Then... the fingers were in his hair and he paused, looking almost cross-eyed at her hand, his mouth agape as he waited to see what she would do. When she proudly displayed her knowledge of facial anatomy once more, he laughed delightedly, taking a rather inappropriate seat on the floor of the carriage so he could better interact with the tiny lady. "Yes!" he said, nodding. "Nez in French or Nos in my language." He tilted his head a bit and let his long red tresses spill out sideways while he made another silly face at her.<br><br>It was only then that he became self conscious of the awkwardness of his actions and his pale face flushed. He turned a bashful smile up at the new professor and deliberately averted his gaze from the potions master. "I'm sorry..." he said, pulling hair back behind one ear, "I do not mean to be rude. I have several younger sisters and have always loved to entertain children. I should have introduced myself earlier...." he took to standing and bowed a little, "My name is Afanassii. I am a second year student now and I really enjoy Charms class, so I think you shall be seeing a lot of me." He smiled sweetly and tried to give the Professor his undivided attention, even though Annalise was proving to be a very good distraction.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beauxbatons Academy of Magic - Carriage </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caela</strong> on <strong>18-01-2014, 06:15:19</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/2/20/Salbeaux.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name (PC):</strong> Salome Elisabetta Beliveau (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=193964.msg9465295#msg9465295)<br><strong>Year/House:</strong> 1st Year / TBD<br><strong>Relationship Status:</strong> Single<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Jeans and tank top (http://i980.photobucket.com/albums/ae282/caela_ecub/Misc%20Story%20Accessories/Clothes/clothes12.jpg), Jacket (http://i980.photobucket.com/albums/ae282/caela_ecub/Misc%20Story%20Accessories/Clothes/2ba9aafd-2c9d-45bd-bd85-321981658505_zpsb8dc94e8.jpg)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Bordeaux Carriage<br><strong>Date:</strong> September 1<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Faylinn MacRhangnal, Open<br>Moonshadow (http://i980.photobucket.com/albums/ae282/caela_ecub/Misc%20Story%20Accessories/Animals/horse1_zps2a2939db.jpg)<br><br><hr><br>"She does," Salome agreed with Faylinn's comment about her image having good lines. "I can never get the eyes quite right though. She a smart thing my lovely girl is and I can never quite capture that intelligence, or the annoyed look she can give me," she added with a soft chuckle before continuing, "No matter how many times I draw her, it's never quite right."<br><br>With a shrug she folded her sketch pad away and folded her legs up underneath herself, letting her body turn so she could face her new companion more fully. Smiling when she pulled out a Muggle photo, Salome suddenly found herself glad for all her grandmother's lessons in the Muggle world because they kept her from commenting on the fact that the image didn't move! Still horse and girl looked quite happy and well matched despite the difference in their sizes. "He's beautiful! That look on his face though, he's a handful isn't he?" she asked but it was a question that wasn't really a question because it was clear she thought she already knew the answer.<br><br>Reaching into her own bag once more she pulled out her own photo album and flipped through the pages until she found the one she wanted, in her picture she was riding Moonshadow and they were practicing their jumps, her seat on the horse easy and confident and the horses gait smooth. The two clearly rode together well with barely a squeeze of Salome's knees or twitch of the reins to guide her mare. "This is my girl," she said, pride and love clear in her voice and in her gaze as she touched the picture lightly. "She's been mine since she was born practically. Papa knows a horse breeder not far from where we live and I spent innumerable weekends when she was just a foal out visiting, letting both her and her mother get to know and trust me. We've learned everything together," she said her voice gentle and soft as she remembered those trips to visit Moonshadow for years before she was actually old enough, and both trained well enough, for her to be brought home. It had been a long process and her parents had actually thought she'd grow bored with it, but horse and girl had only grown well bonded to each other.<br><br>"It'll be interesting to see if they get along," she said with a smile when Fay said her boy would be at the school. "Papa is bringing Moonshadow to the school as we speak. Gentle as she is, he thought she'd settle into a new stable better if one of the family were the ones to put her in her stall. She can be quite stubborn when she get's it into her mind to be!" she added with a bright laugh before stashing her photos back into her bag and holding out her container of berries to share, "Would you like some? My grandmother grows them in her garden."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beauxbatons Academy of Magic - Carriage </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caela</strong> on <strong>18-01-2014, 18:42:20</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/7c/Isaavi.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name (PC/NPC):</strong> Professor Isabeau Washington (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=193964.msg9431124#msg9431124)<br><strong>Relationship Status:</strong> Single<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Outfit (http://i980.photobucket.com/albums/ae282/caela_ecub/Misc%20Story%20Accessories/Clothes/clothes5.jpg), Shoes (http://i980.photobucket.com/albums/ae282/caela_ecub/Misc%20Story%20Accessories/Clothes/shoes8.jpg)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Beauxbaton Carriage from Marseille<br><strong>Date:</strong> Sept. 1<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>Professor&nbsp; Matias Chevalier<br><br><hr><br>"Only the most masochistic of my students would be in love with the Warden, and you know good and well that would hold no interest for me. The poor boys will have to learn to grow a backbone and speak to girls their own ages," she replied, her eyes glimmering with amusement. There was clearly a byplay happening in their conversation, but it wouldn't be obvious just what it was unless someone knew them much better than any of the other students in front of them would.<br><br>"I'd be more than happy to help in the greenhouses if you'd like...though <em>not</em> during your classes!" she added with a warm laugh. "I handle my own students, you get to handle yours," she added while he flipped through the book she'd bought him. She'd actually enjoyed reading it herself, the pictures were quite lovely and the article covered things about his family's history on their vineyard that it probably never even occurred to him to share. It had been an enlightening look at a, mostly, Muggle family and their lives. It was a perspective she didn't get much in her own family life.<br><br>She, the Warden, actually grinned when he found the picture of himself as a gawky youth, "It wasn't the reason I bought it no, but I thought it was a wonderful addition when I realized it was there. Hard to believe that awkward teenager grew into a handsome, debonair, Professor," she teased. "You will, however, <em>not</em> be finding any such awkward pictures of myself as the snobby little priss I was as a teenager...my grandparents are wise and have hidden all such evidence that could be used against me safely away where they will never be found," she said with a straight face and a sage nod, though the look didn't reach her eyes in the slightest which were dancing with mirth. She really had been uptight as a teenager.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beauxbatons Academy of Magic - Carriage </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GnothiSeauton</strong> on <strong>18-01-2014, 22:57:32</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://24.media.tumblr.com/ac71a6a595c83aaf50f65a0e1d66c125/tumblr_mzilhx0O3P1rjpd1ko1_1280.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name (PC/NPC):</strong> &nbsp;Professor Jerome Bellerose (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=193964.msg9464083#msg9464083)<br><strong>Year/House:</strong>&nbsp; Professor<br><strong>Relationship Status:</strong>&nbsp; Single<br><strong>Wearing:</strong>&nbsp; Black coat and casual attire with carry-on satchel (http://24.media.tumblr.com/f9e421484bc77337c362feea32b50fa8/tumblr_mzj1c41Uog1rjpd1ko1_1280.jpg)<br><strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; Bern Carriage<br><strong>Date:</strong>&nbsp; September 1st<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; Prof. Anais Lachance, Afanassii Abez'iana<br><br><hr><br>A soft, knowing smirk came across Jerome's stony features as he nodded his head in understanding.&nbsp; He had remembered how it had been to have children, especially young ones such as that, even if it seemed like it had been a lifetime ago.&nbsp; Moments like that, those precious moments, were ones which were hard to forget, for any parent he assumed.<br><br>He pushed the troubling thoughts out of his mind.&nbsp; It would do no good to dwell upon the ghosts of his past.&nbsp; Instead, he focused his thoughts upon Anais, forcing his mind upon her as a distraction.&nbsp; To remember her from her grades had been easy enough, yet when he tried to remember her from the few years ago, she had seemed totally and completely different.&nbsp; She had changed it seemed, had transformed herself from the young, driven student whom always seemed to have her nose buried in a book, into a beautiful, woman whom seemed to have found herself.<br><br>For a moment, as Anais' attention was directed to the bright, energetic young child, he couldn't help but to think upon her beauty.&nbsp; Not for a second did he doubt she had trouble finding men.&nbsp; She seemed beautiful and charming enough to never have a shortage of potential suitors.&nbsp; <br><br>Out of mild curiosity in the otherwise quiet carriage, he could not help but listen to Afanassii's conversation with Anais.&nbsp; He couldn't help but to let the knowing smirk linger upon his face for a moment longer, noticing the young man's deliberate attempt to turn his gaze away from him.&nbsp; It was something to be expected, he thought, something he had grown used to.&nbsp; He known too well that he was perhaps not one of the more liked professors, and that was fine with him.&nbsp; As far as he was concerned, he was not hired to make friends with students, but to teach them, to get them to reach their full potential in his classes.<br><br>"I'm sure Mr, Abez'iana and I won't mind little Miss Annalise playing." He said politely.&nbsp; "It makes this rather long and dull ride to the Mansion more lively."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beauxbatons Academy of Magic - Carriage </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ArtemisHighmore</strong> on <strong>19-01-2014, 08:03:40</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www4.images.coolspotters.com/photos/718362/kit-harington-profile.png)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong> Valter Endresen (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=193964.25) <br><strong>Year/House:</strong> First year<br><strong>Relationship Status:</strong> Single<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> This, minus the watch. (http://i.imgur.com/VYnlHlg.jpg)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Carriage from Marseille, in the back.<br><strong>Date:</strong> September 1st<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open<br><br>Valter was more nervous than he had ever been in his young life. It was still simply mindboggling to be going to a school where magic was a part of life. His relatives had done a few spells around him to try and adjust him but he had still found it hard to believe they were anything other than parlor tricks like the street artists that he had experienced back home. Just thinking about such things caused him to reach for the letter that he had in his right coat pocket, feeling it to make sure that it was still there, that he hadn’t gone and lost all of his marbles.<br><br>He had arrived early for the carriage as per the wishes of his relatives. His father had not come with him, unable to deal with all of the heartache that this had brought up. Valter wished he would have come but understood that it was not fair to his father. Recently they had been discussing the magical side of mother and he had noticed the pain that it had caused his father, opening up all these wounds though he could see that there was pride and happiness among the tears. That had been encouraging for Valter, giving him the desire to accept the invitation. <br><br>Now he sat in the back, watching the other students occasionally. He wondered how many of them were in his shoes and he found that he doubted that any of them where. They all seemed so comfortable which led him to suspecting that they were not first year students like he was. Settling back into his seat, he turned his gaze to the window and wondered if he had made the right choice. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beauxbatons Academy of Magic - Carriage </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AdrianZef</strong> on <strong>19-01-2014, 09:40:20</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/8/86/Frchar.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name (PC):</strong> Jean-Paul Lesperance<br><strong>Year/House:</strong> 3rd year / Ombrelune<br><strong>Relationship Status:</strong> Single<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Grey wizard robes, with a black bowtie.<br><strong>Location:</strong> Carriage, Paris, France<br><strong>Date:</strong> Sept. 1st<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open<br><br><hr><br>"Bye Mom! Bye Dad!" he shouted to his parents as he walked away from them, towards the carriage. He never liked letting these farewells going on for too long, and his parents seemed to want it to drag it out further since he was the last of his siblings to go. Letting it drag on would be useless, though. Before getting on the carriage, though, he looked behind him on the suitcase he was rolling behind him. "Athena! What are you doing there, you lazy bird? Get off so I can put this away inside the carriage. It's heavy enough without you." he said to the dark raven that had been his pet since his first year. As if it understood, the raven flew off inside the carriage, probably to save a seat for him, like she knew to do.<br><br>Jean-Paul stepped inside of the carriage, and stowed away his suitcase. He stuffed it above of the seat his raven was on with a little difficulty. Then, sighing, he sat down. The raven squawked and moved out of his way, flapping her wings briefly to land on his shoulder. He idly petted it with his left hand as he looked around to see who else had gotten on. He recognized some of his classmates, and some upperclassmen and lowerclassmen, and of course the newbies, the first years.<br><br>His mind quickly drifted, though, as he thought about his third year. So many new classes and new things. Avenues of exploration opened up once you hit your third year at Beauxbatons, and Jean-Paul was excited for them. He hadn't had a chance to add anything to the map his brothers had given him, which had embarrassed him. This year, he would find plenty of secret routes to add to the map. And maybe a few in the village, too. He let his attention come back to the present as his raven gave him a sharp peck on the neck for daydreaming again. He looked back again at the first years and wondered how many of them would end up in Ombrelune, his own house, and obviously the best of the houses.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beauxbatons Academy of Magic - Carriage </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Loves</strong> on <strong>20-01-2014, 04:03:44</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i975.photobucket.com/albums/ae240/samanthamazur/ConnieAvie_zps1bd48eb5.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name PC:</strong> Constance Maree Jeannie Beauregard&nbsp; (goes by Connie) (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=193964.msg9449326#msg9449326)<br><strong>Relationship Status:</strong> Dating &nbsp;Ettiene Bonhomme &nbsp;(http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=193964.msg9427792#msg9427792)<br><strong>House and Year</strong> Papillonlisse, second year student <br><strong>Location:</strong>Carriage from Marseilles<br><strong>Date:</strong> September 1st <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Ettiene, Claudette Open <br><br>*wearing (http://media-cache-ec0.pinimg.com/736x/a5/4e/85/a54e855a2c8caa9d55da19e04dccd585.jpg)<br>*note, she is not wearing the hat* <br><br><hr><br><strong>”You could never talk to much, such an engaging man should be able to express himself freely”</strong> replied Constance as she turned towards Claudette and added <strong>”Do you not think it is true?”</strong> A soft pout formed on her lips she snuggled closer to Ettiene. Why did Claudette have to shake her head in disagreement. Sometimes Connie was certain her friend wouldn’t be&nbsp; happy until she drove Ettiene from her. <strong>”Skiing sounds fun, as long as I am with you I am sure to enjoy my holiday.”</strong><br><br>Claudette’s teasing wasn’t making Constance feel any better. She had hoped her friend might have been sweeter once shown she had not been forgotten, but the gift seemed unimportant. On top of that upsetting response, Claud seemed to take great pleasure in finding issue with the upcoming Christmas holidays. Honestly, they weren’t even at school yet and already Connie was feeling put out by her friend...if she indeed was a friend. <br><br><strong>”Mother will have to learn to live with disappointment. I am far too old not to live my own life Claudette. If I choose to spend time with Ettiene then everyone else will have to find it in them to be happy for me.”</strong> Looking up at her boyfriend Constance bravely placed another kiss upon his cheek, uncaring if she upset those watching. If they didn’t want to see a couple in love then they ought to look away! <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beauxbatons Academy of Magic - Carriage </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Timeless</strong> on <strong>20-01-2014, 06:59:05</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://media.meltyfashion.fr/article-1259538-ajust_930/l-actrice-scarlett-johansson.jpg)</div><br><strong>Character Name (PC):</strong> Leonore Braun (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=193964.msg9474781#msg9474781)<br><strong>Year/House:</strong> Second Year, Ombrelune<br><strong>Relationship Status:</strong> Single<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> This (http://www.dicandiafashion.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/02/Casual-wear-for-women-over-50-434x1024.jpg)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Carriage from Paris, France<br><strong>Date:</strong> September 1st<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Jean-Paul, Open<br><br><hr><br>Giving a small wave to her uncle and his small family, Leonore parted with them as the view of the carriage came to her. In her first year, she would had taken the carriage in Bordeaux since it was the nearest to her hometown, but this year, she had to change her plans quite a bit. Not that she minded in any way, especially when she took the invitation from her uncle to pay them a visit in Paris and decided to stay with them for a few days during her vacation. It just so happened that she could catch a carriage in Paris itself when she has to return to her academy.<br><br>And so here she was. Holding the clutch of her suitcase tightly in her hands and making sure her little snowy owl was with her this whole time, she moved over to the carriage and waited for her turn to step into the vehicle before trying to find a seat for herself. With her grayish-blue eyes, her gaze trailed around inside the carriage for an empty seat and decided at first to be by herself during the trip to Beauxbatons Academy. That initial idea was instantly scrapped as she found a familiar face in the sea of students, old and new as her gaze fell upon the very tall figure of Jean-Paul.<br><br>Her face lit up slightly, the smile on her lips widened as she made her way to his seat. He was his senior, and she had wanted to pay respects to him by greeting him first. "Hello Jean-Paul," she spoke out ever so politely towards him like always, "Fancy seeing you here." She held her suitcase to her side, moving away slightly as students walked past behind her. "Do you mind if I sit with you during the trip?" A small hooting noise sounded from Weib and she raised a hand to tickle under its little beak to hush the creature down, "She says 'hello' to you and to Athena."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beauxbatons Academy of Magic - Carriage </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PhantomPistoleer</strong> on <strong>20-01-2014, 07:50:00</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://media-cache-ec0.pinimg.com/236x/f8/69/4d/f8694d3a2bd7f1ca1e1f3e052c5c30df.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong>&nbsp; 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<br><strong>House and Year:</strong>&nbsp; Bellefeulles 3rd Year<br><strong>Date:</strong> September 1st <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Connie, Claudette, 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>Whenever that perfect female alighted his flesh with her electric lips, Ettiene felt revitalized!&nbsp; His limbs coursed with lightning, and in their wake, the pleasurable sensation that dulled his senses permeated through his body and made him feel fuzzy and woozy and lightheaded.&nbsp; He was no longer an intelligent, compassionate young man.&nbsp; No, that identity had been stunned!&nbsp; What was left was a savage!&nbsp; A brute.&nbsp; The aspect of man that lurks within man, behind the facade of empathy.&nbsp; He represents want and desire.&nbsp; How else could the dazed lover immediately react in the manner he did to return Constance's kiss?&nbsp; For that is what he did!&nbsp; She kissed him, and immediately, like an asp at a passing ankle, he snapped his face towards hers and pressed his hard lips to her plushy and perfect ones.&nbsp; His lips tasted of brine, as the two young adults had waded in the Mediterranean one last time before departing back to Beauxbatons, and made love upon the rocks.&nbsp; Hers tasted sweet.&nbsp; And though he was spent, and verily, for Constance was a perfect Veela in her demands during their vacation, he found just enough strength to want her one more time.&nbsp; They would have to be discreet.&nbsp; She would have to promise to be quiet.<br><br>No, they had to behave appropriately!&nbsp; Argh!<br><br>How did she do it, he wondered to himself?&nbsp; How did she always smell so fine?&nbsp; How did she always taste so great?&nbsp; Even the manner that her heart fluttered within her supple chest sounded like an unconquerable cadence that inspired him to do better for his just desserts.&nbsp; And there could be no greater reward than the love and affection of Constance.&nbsp; <br><br>Every.&nbsp; Single.&nbsp; Time.&nbsp; Every single time that he looked at her beautiful, steely gaze, and spied her teeth behind her smile, he thought the same thing.&nbsp; <em>Dude, you are hitting that.&nbsp; This is awesome!</em>&nbsp; Ettiene wished that it was a more romantic thought, but he wasn't thinking straight.&nbsp; He couldn't capture the carnal sensations he felt for his darling with words or feelings that made sense.&nbsp; He wasn't a poet, and he couldn't describe the indescribable, except to say that it felt pretty cool.&nbsp; She was breathtaking in appearance!&nbsp; Every movement, from the way she craned her neck to the manner in which she sat, fascinated the poor Frenchman.&nbsp; The way she wielded every word could melt the hardest heart, and resurrect men who now were, functionally speaking, not men.<br><br><em>Yes, my Queen!&nbsp; I can listen to you speak all day.&nbsp; It doesn't sound like syllables to me.&nbsp; Just sounds.&nbsp; Sounds fluttering through my ears, affecting my mind like a Veela's song.</em><br><br>Ettiene clutched her hand piously between his large palms, worshiping his beloved as she imperially stated her intent to spend her Christmas with him.&nbsp; He felt like he just won the lottery.&nbsp; That's how a man felt when they were loved by a woman like Constance.&nbsp; Every instant is like winning the lottery.&nbsp; Beaming now from ear to ear, he turned to look at Claudette and said:<br><br>&nbsp;"It is nice for you to care about your friend, and be concerned about her social welfare like that," Ettiene said, smiling warmly.&nbsp; He always liked it when Claudette tried to get Constance to do the right thing, because it demonstrated, to him, that she cared.&nbsp; Ettiene couldn't really see that it was an attempt to separate them.&nbsp; He didn't really think that Claudette liked him!&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;"Indeed, her mother will have to learn to deal with it," he said as he smiled at Constance.&nbsp; &nbsp;"As my mother will have to."<br><br>Ettiene had been too busy having the greatest time of his life to worry about his mother.&nbsp; But now that he brought her thought into being by mentioning her, he was utterly mortified.&nbsp; He wouldn't put it past Belleza Bonhomme to come down to Beauxbatons and completely humiliate him in front of everyone.&nbsp; And it wasn't like you could say anything to her to get her to change her mind!&nbsp; No, she was like a wolf on the prowl for calves, and the world only contained one wolf, and that was her!&nbsp; And everyone else was just a calf ready for slaughtering before that intimidating and vindictive woman.&nbsp; Belleza Bonhomme really cared about her son.&nbsp; But she cared aggressively.<br><br>&nbsp;"Constance, my love... Have I mentioned how horrifying my mother is?&nbsp; Now that I'm coming off cloud nine, I'm beginning to suspect that there will be consequences for our actions.&nbsp; I wouldn't change anything that we did, but... well, my mother has a very strong personality and I'm a little afraid of her when she sets out to read me the riot act.&nbsp; And she is definitely going to do that, because not only did I lie to her about my whereabouts, but I may have borrowed a bit of money.&nbsp; And by a bit of money, I mean a lot of money, darling."&nbsp; He mulled this over and then added:&nbsp; &nbsp;"And by borrow, I mean stole.&nbsp; I stole a lot of money."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beauxbatons Academy of Magic - Carriage </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AdrianZef</strong> on <strong>20-01-2014, 09:02:50</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/8/86/Frchar.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name (PC):</strong> Jean-Paul Lesperance (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=193964.msg9473789#msg9473789)<br><strong>Year/House:</strong> 3rd year / Ombrelune<br><strong>Relationship Status:</strong> Single<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Grey wizard robes, with a black bowtie.<br><strong>Location:</strong> Carriage, Paris, France<br><strong>Date:</strong> Sept. 1st<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open<br><br><hr><br>Jean-Paul spotted a familiar face among the crowd, and it appeared that she saw him, too. Surprisingly enough, she headed towards him. Jean-Paul managed a smile when Leonore approached him. "Why hello there Leonore." he said, with a slight wave. "I know, I thought third years finally got to sit away from the new kids. Seems I'll have to wait until next time for that." he said, as he looked towards the older kids near the back. "Well, I don't think I could stop you, since I'm not using that seat." he said, in response to her asking whether she could sit next to him. Of course, he wouldn't mind the company, especially from a pretty girl like Leonore, even if that kind of thing wasn't usually the first thing he thought about. "Would you like some help with your bags?" he asked her. He wasn't particularly strong, but he was tall, so he probably would have an easier time putting her suitcases up in the trays than she would.<br><br>"Well hello to you, too, little owl." he said, slightly amused. "I'm afraid Athena's usually not one for making friends. Unless she gets something shiny in return. I had to give her a candy wrapper to get her to come with me when I bought her. Sadly her taste has only gotten finer since then." he said, as he gave Athena a little poke, who squawked loudly in return. "I suppose your owl's almost big enough to start delivering letter soon, though?" he asked, wondering if ravens could carry messages as well, without getting distracted.<br><br>"So, practice any Charms lately?" he asked her, wondering if he would need to tutor her again this year. "I wouldn't mind getting a few extra days off from service to do some exploring. If I don't find any secret passageways in Beauxbatons by my third year, I'm sure to be a failure among my brothers." He turned to her and asked, not very hopefully, "I don't suppose you've heard of any, have you?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beauxbatons Academy of Magic - Carriage </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Timeless</strong> on <strong>20-01-2014, 09:55:26</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://media.meltyfashion.fr/article-1259538-ajust_930/l-actrice-scarlett-johansson.jpg)</div><br><strong>Character Name (PC):</strong> Leonore Braun (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=193964.msg9474781#msg9474781)<br><strong>Year/House:</strong> Second Year, Ombrelune<br><strong>Relationship Status:</strong> Single<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> This (http://www.dicandiafashion.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/02/Casual-wear-for-women-over-50-434x1024.jpg)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Carriage from Paris, France<br><strong>Date:</strong> September 1st<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Jean-Paul<br><br><hr><br>The smile on her lips widened at her senior's approval. "O-Oh! No, no. I'll be fine. I can do it by myself," the blonde responded with a slight flush on her cheeks at his offer. "But thank you. I was thinking I would be alone during the small trip to the academy, but then I saw you were alone. So.. I thought might as well.." She couldn't really say that she wanted to remain on his good side, especially when she had a feeling she might need his help again. But then again, Jean-Paul seemed like a good person and he was a nice person to hang around with when they both encountered each other.<br><br>Nevertheless, just like the blonde had mentioned, she managed to lift her suitcase up and fortunately, her little owl flapped her wings to move aside and actually moving to the empty seat near the tall senior as Leonore placed the suitcase away above the seats. It was a bit of a struggle, but she managed and soon she was tucking her skirt as she scooted into the empty seat across her senior. "Ah, yes. Weib is almost big enough.. Which makes me really happy. She was really keen to try to help me out, and actually been practicing to carry things around with her talons.. You have no idea how she makes me so worried because I was so scared she would just fall from the weight.." The blonde spoke of the white-feathered owl rather fondly, just as Weib moved over to perch herself onto her mistress' lap.<br><br>Then the topic changed to the subject of Charms. She almost winced at it, but that did not deter her small smile on her lips, "I did practice it quite a bit during my vacation. Mhm, you didn't had any luck the last time I took over your days at the service though?" She blinked her grayish eyes a few times and slowly shook her head, looking as if she was thinking deeply about it. "... I had only heard of rumors and hearsay, but you know, I might be able to find something in the library.. You know me. I'm.. either at the library, doing some reading or studying. That sort of thing." She pursed her lips, glancing down at Weib just as the little owl tilted her head back at her and gave a gentle hoot.<br><br>Leonore then giggled, "Weib said she would tell me if she find anything too." The little bird gave another hoot once again, as if to confirm that fact and the blonde looked up to the tall senior. "So how was your holidays? Had a good time with your family?"<br><br>She was trying to be more communicative, more talkative and more friendlier with people now. So might as well start with Jean-Paul whom she had known for a long while now. "I would be back in Toulouse and taking the carriage in Bordeaux, but I came here to Paris to be with my uncle and his family for a bit. I'm surprised to see you here though. You live around here?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beauxbatons Academy of Magic - Carriage </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Timeless</strong> on <strong>20-01-2014, 14:15:00</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://wpc.4d27.edgecastcdn.net/004D27/2013/Editorials/KeiraKnightleyMarieClaireMay2013/Keira%2BKnightley%2BMarie%2BClaire%2BMay%2B2013%2B4.jpg)</div><br><strong>Character Name (PC):</strong> Professor Desiree Fauchex (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=193964.msg9479258#msg9479258)<br><strong>Relationship Status:</strong> Single<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> A jersey pin-stripe dress and a pair of black heels (http://etiquette-tips.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/03/jersey-pinstripe-dress-Isabel-de-.jpeg)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Carriages from Brussels, Belgium<br><strong>Date:</strong> September 1st<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Professor Ciaran, Open<br><br><hr><br>She almost regretted the time when her vacation time would be over and then she had to return to her position back in the academy. Yet she was excited all the same as she had been for the past few years she had been teaching, especially knowing there would be new students who would be attending the academy. That meant new potentials, new keen students who just needed to push to the right direction and she hoped to find some very talented ones in the new batch of students.<br><br>Her black heels gently clicked against the pavement as the gorgeous brunette woman apparated near the carriage along with her faithful canine companion and soon the pitter-patter of paws accompanied with more clicking of heels sounded as they both neared to the carriage. Today seemed like a good day, and she could see familiar faces along with newer faces she had not seen before. A small yet playful smile formed on her full red lips as she gave a friendly wave to some of the students as they waved back to her and she waited for her turn to climb into the vehicle.<br><br>"Good morning. Yes. good morning to you too," she greeted them with a polite tone as she held a very classy lady-like atmosphere around her. Even in front of the students, Desiree had always been a proper lady no matter what happened, thanks to her family's upbringing. But then again, it was one of her many charms that drew many men to her and she had a number of male companions during the trip in London before she had to return to her profession.<br><br>She allowed her gaze to wander around, mostly curious to see if she could spot a familiar face. Instead, she had noticed an unfamiliar one. In fact, it was a young man from what she could see. He definitely wasn't a student, that was for certain. Was he one of the new additions to their faculty? She wondered about it. If that was the case, she might as well introduce herself. Then she could tell all about it to Jacqueline later when she meet with the woman later.<br><br>Stepping closer to the seat where the black-haired man was sitting, her adorable Siberian Husky trailed along beside her. A small bark sounded from her canine companion which may had alerted the young-looking man, but at least it would help to draw his attention to her. "Pardon Dmitri," she glanced towards the canine who was wagging his tail rather excitedly to see someone new, "He gets a bit excited around new people." Her voice sounded sultry yet so ever elegant, "I don't think we had met. I would had remember a very handsome face like yours any day." She tilted her head to the side slightly and she extended her right hand out to him for a small handshake. "I'm Professor Desiree Fauchex. I teach Music in Beauxbatons Academy. Should I presume you are one of our new professors we would be having for this year?"<br><br>Once the handshake was done, the brunette let her hand fall to her side, "Also, I noticed you were lonely here. You wouldn't mind letting Dmitri and myself accompany you during this short trip to the academy? I would tell you more about the academy and what you are putting yourself into. I promise they won't be all horror stories."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beauxbatons Academy of Magic - Carriage </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SpiralSpider</strong> on <strong>21-01-2014, 02:01:57</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1226.photobucket.com/albums/ee406/Mostly_roleplay_pictures/People/Males/GQ2_zpsd644b91d.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name (PC):</strong> Luc-Ambroise de Sade (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=193964.msg9482367#msg9482367)<br><strong>Year/House:</strong> 4th Year; Ombrelune<br><strong>Relationship Status:</strong> unattached<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> a brown suit and shiny dress shoes (as pictured)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Carriage from Paris, Fance<br><strong>Date:</strong> September 1st<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Isla BÉRINGER, Jean-Paul Lesperance and Leonore Braun<br><br>It was with some obvious amount of reluctance that Thibault de Sade finally parted with his son. He'd made sure to cover every basic need in packing his trunks and the boy was freshly bathed and with a newly tailored wardrobe. For as much as he doted upon his heir, one would never guess him to look so stiff and serious but that is exactly what Thibault was. He stood tall, pale and with dark features. He might make a good run at portraying an Adam's Family member if given the chance. In contrast to the grim figure he cut, his boy was fresh and lively - both in appearance and spirit.<br><br>Luc-Ambroise happily obliged his father's requests and thanked him for the little gifts he had been given. He behaved almost as a purring and petted cat might, verbally arching up and into the touch of his father's words and putting him at ease by it. Finally satisfied that his son was safe and would follow his instruction, he gave the lad a quick hug and a peck on the cheek. "Je t'aime." he said, handing over a filigree bird cage to his son.&nbsp; Inside a beautiful exotic white bird hopped about the perches, cocking its head inquisitively. "I expect you to make captain this year!" the elder Sade spoke in a stern tone, lowering his head and waving a finger at the boy. It was not a rebuttal as it might seem to outsiders, more a reminder to try his best, Luc-Ambroise had filled the role of Chaser on the Ombrelune team the previous two years and Quidditch was one of his favorite activities. <br><br>One of the Sade's house elves stepped forward and began loading his young Master's luggage into the carriage. The blonde man looked in both directions to see how many other students were waiting to board. He opened the metal cage and retrieved his pet, the bird happily hopping onto Luc-Ambriose's hand. The cage was then set aside and quickly fetched by the servants to be placed in storage. "Goodbye, Papa!" he called out with a small wave before climbing inside what would transport him to his school and likely a hundred loyal fans. Ambroise was certain of it, though whether it was a personal adoration or based on his sports prowess, he could never be sure.<br><br>Once he breached the threshold and stepped into the luxurious interior of the Beauxbatons carriage, he immediately looked around, scanning the faces inside for friends. His blue eyes found a graceful newcomer who he assumed must be a first year since she was unfamiliar and sitting in the appropriate section of the transport. The Sade boy gave her a beguiling smile as he moved past. He spied a few beautiful people from his own mansion and moved to join them. While he wasn't particularly good friends with them yet, they were friendly faces and he felt more at east around them. "Leonore, you are lovely as always." He said, his voice a soothing tenor. He tried to take her hand in for a kiss, his Mynah hopping obligingly up to his shoulder to get out of the way. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beauxbatons Academy of Magic - Carriage </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AdrianZef</strong> on <strong>21-01-2014, 03:29:03</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/8/86/Frchar.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name (PC):</strong> Jean-Paul Lesperance (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=193964.msg9473789#msg9473789)<br><strong>Year/House:</strong> 3rd year / Ombrelune<br><strong>Relationship Status:</strong> Single<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Grey wizard robes, with a black bowtie.<br><strong>Location:</strong> Carriage, Paris, France<br><strong>Date:</strong> Sept. 1st<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Leonore<br><br><hr><br>"Oh yes, I'm sure sitting with someone I know would be much more entertaining than sitting alone. Athena doesn't make great conversation, unfortunately." he said. The raven then promptly jumped up with a flap of it's wings to his baggage and rested there, looking like she was taking a nap. "I have to insult her to get her to get off of me." Jean-Paul said jokingly, then responded on the comment of her owl, "Yes, I think your owl will have to grow a little more before she can carry real mail. But a few small letters here and there doesn't seem like it would be too bad." he said, watching the owl.<br><br>He returned his attention to its owner, though, as she spoke about Charms. "Well now that you're in your second year, you don't have to take Charms anymore I suppose." he said. "That must feel good, right? Of course, I'm happy to help if you would like to practice more. I don't think you can go the rest of your time here and avoid Charms, after all." he said, wondering how he would get someone else to do his service for him now.<br><br>He stopped wondering as she started talking about the secret passages. "Oh do let me know if you hear of any. I've learned a few new tricks, though, so I should be able to do better this year." He usually didn't talk about family much, but he wasn't really one for chitchat most of the time anyway. He didn't mind it, it just wasn't really something he thought of doing normally. "My holidays were just as always, spent some time with the family, my siblings visited as well, which was... nice." he said, choosing a diplomatic word to end that sentence. Really, he liked seeing his siblings, but they could be annoying at times, but that went with being the youngest child.<br><br>"Well I'm glad you were able to take the carriage from a <em>real</em> city." he said, with a small smirk. "My family has lived near Paris for as long as I know of. Where is your family, then, if not here?" he asked, returning the question.<br><br>He had just asked the question when another Ombrelune came by, it looked like a 4th year but Jean-Paul wasn't sure. He nodded a greeting to him since he seemed to be coming in their direction, but didn't say anything else otherwise. As he spoke to Leonore, he was distracted by something that he had left in his pocket from one of his uncles who had visited over the holidays. He pulled something wrapped out of his pocket, inspecting it in his hands for a little while.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beauxbatons Academy of Magic - Carriage </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Niferbelle</strong> on <strong>21-01-2014, 04:03:43</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/0/04/Tai.png)</div><strong>Character Name PC:</strong> Tai Stardel'est (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=193964.msg9427018#msg9427018)<br><strong>Year/House:</strong> Ombrelune, 2nd year<br><strong>Relationship Status:</strong> Single - though no one's really sure<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> khaki trousers, tropical print shirt, robe worn open over both<br><strong>Location:</strong> Carriage from Bordeaux <br><strong>Date:</strong> September 1st<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open, Salome and Faylinn<br><hr>It had been a brief, unceremonial farewell for Tai with not even his immediate family in attendance, only an uncle that dropped him off because he happened to be going to Bordeaux today. But that was the way of the Stardel'est clan. One did not become sentimental or maudlin over something as maudlin as attending school when there were far more interesting and crucial things with which to concern oneself. Tai believed this himself and would have been put into a terrible mood if there had been some sort of scene as he boarded the carriage, one of the first to do so, and hunched down in a quiet seat for the journey. He was already resentful of the advent of the school year as he'd been loathe to leave behind the sultry, languid Vietnamese summer days to return to the demands and restrictions of academia but there was nothing to be done for it. He was not one to mope, however, and it wouldn't be long before someone or something would distract him and his good humor would be restored but for now he pulled his robe around his garishly colored shirt, a book half open in his lap, and to all appearances was dozing away while waiting for the carriage's departure. He was wide awake of course and listening to everything going on around him but it was sort of his way of disappearing without a charm. <br><br>The sound of somebody sitting in front of him followed by the scent of fresh berries was enough to prompt him to open an eye lazily, shifting just enough to get a glance at the profile of a pretty dark-haired girl he didn't recognize which probably meant she was a first year. For just a moment his dimples showed as he smiled to himself though he quickly returned to his ruse while he pondered what to do with this opportunity. It wasn't long before a feminine voice with a strange accent had him taking another peek just in time to see a cute redhead joining the brunette, also unfamiliar. Excellent. He listened for a few moments as they spoke about their horses...adorable in their enthusiasm, really...and filed it all away for another time. <br><br>"Don't mind if I do!" Of course the berries had been offered to the one called Faylinn but this did not stop him taking advantage. A raven-haired, elfin face appeared between the two girls as he sat up and reached over the back of the seat to snag a raspberry out of the container and pop it into his mouth. "Delicious. I'm Tai...you two must be first years, yes? I would have remembered you if you were at the Academy last year. I'm very happy to meet you."<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beauxbatons Academy of Magic - Carriage </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bloodied Porcelain</strong> on <strong>21-01-2014, 04:36:23</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i867.photobucket.com/albums/ab235/bloodiedporcelain/elcharacterpics/beauxbatons/faylinn4_zpsbc57e562.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name (PC):</strong> Faylinn MacRhagnal (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=193964.msg9468759#msg9468759)<br><strong>Year/House:</strong> 1st Year / TBD<br><strong>Relationship Status:</strong> Single<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> This (http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=110572790)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Bordeaux Carriage<br><strong>Date:</strong> September 1<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Salome Elisabetta Beliveau, Tai Stardel'est, Open<br><hr>When Salome asked if Tempest could be a handfull, the Irish native nodded her head firmly, but she was grinning even as she did so. "Aye. You have <em>no</em> idea. The school had to have Professor Desrosiers come out to spend time with Tempest and I before he could be transported or he'd have given them hell the whole way there. As it is... I'm not entirely sure he's not giving them hell anyway," she said with a soft laugh. <em>I just hope he doesn't kill some poor stable hand,</em> she thought.<br><br>At the appearance of the moving picture, Fay was far less subtle in her surprise than Salome was, and her eyes went wide as dinner plates at the moving picture. "It's moving!" she exclaimed before she could stop herself, one hand lifting as if she were going to snatch the thing out of Salome's hand in her urge to see it more closely. Only by sheer force of will did she manage to hold back from doing so, however, and she forced herself to relax in to the seat even as a deep blush colored her cheeks. "Sorry," she got out, looking flustered and embarrassed. She'd read a bit on the wizarding world in a book picked up during her preparation for school, but it hadn't covered nearly as much as their clearly was. <br><br>When the berries were offered, Fay's stomach rumbled for a moment and she was just about to reach out and snag a few when another hand came out of nowhere, cutting her off as a young man popped over the seat to take some of the treat he hadn't been offered. Used to such antics from the male gender, Fay just arched a brow and glanced from Salome to the young man who was introducing himself. At his question on whether or not they were first years, she nodded some, and debated making a smart remark about how rude it was to interrupt them, but thought better of it. Who knows if such standards of politeness were enforced in the wizard world? "I'm Faylinn," she offered after a long moment, her fingers finally snagging a few of the berries before popping them between her lips. <br><br>After swallowing the delicious treat down, she looked back to Salome and smiled again, focus entirely off the boy who had interjected himself in their discussion. "I raised Tempest myself," she said, sounding almost dreamy. "Daidí let me choose his Sire to be the first horse I ever handled making breeding decisions for on my own, and when Tempest was born... well... I knew we were meant to be together," she said with a chuckle. "I bottle fed him when his mare fell ill when he was just a foal. Slept in his stall and everything. Of course... the fact that I was the only one who could get anywhere near him when he grew up helped," she added with a chuckle. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beauxbatons Academy of Magic - Carriage </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caela</strong> on <strong>21-01-2014, 05:02:50</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/2/20/Salbeaux.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name (PC):</strong> Salome Elisabetta Beliveau (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=193964.msg9465295#msg9465295)<br><strong>Year/House:</strong> 1st Year / TBD<br><strong>Relationship Status:</strong> Single<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Jeans and tank top (http://i980.photobucket.com/albums/ae282/caela_ecub/Misc%20Story%20Accessories/Clothes/clothes12.jpg), Jacket (http://i980.photobucket.com/albums/ae282/caela_ecub/Misc%20Story%20Accessories/Clothes/2ba9aafd-2c9d-45bd-bd85-321981658505_zpsb8dc94e8.jpg)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Bordeaux Carriage<br><strong>Date:</strong> September 1<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Faylinn MacRhangnal, Tai Stardel'est<br>Moonshadow (http://i980.photobucket.com/albums/ae282/caela_ecub/Misc%20Story%20Accessories/Animals/horse1_zps2a2939db.jpg)<br><br><hr><br>There was no surprise at all when Fay spoke of Tempest being aptly named and hearing of just how much <em>her</em> horse he was, Salome filed that fact away for later. She would make it a point not to try and introduce herself without Fay there! "Moonshadow isn't wild like that. She's just about the sweetest mare you'd ever meet...until you try to ride her. She'll happily let other people pet and cosset her, give her apples and treats, even let them saddle her for me, but if anyone else climbs up on her back she just stands dead still. Won't move for anything or anyone but me. She's quite stubborn and loyal like that," she said a warm and loving smile filling her entire face as she though of her beautiful mare.<br><br>Salome grinned when Fay exclaimed over the picture. She'd rather hoped she would when she saw the girls Muggle picture, it was nice to meet someone who didn't just take all the little niceties of the Wizarding world (like moving pictures) for granted yet. And honestly she was just as amazed by Fay's picture that didn't move as Fay was with hers. One Muggle grandparent was't enough to satisfy her curiosity about a world so entirely different from her own...but just as Fay didn't snatch the picture from her hands, Salome didn't start bombarding her with questions, much as she wanted to!<br><br>"You'll find pictures taken with Wizarding cameras all move. Most paintings done by Wizards and Witches do too. Sometimes the people in them leave entirely and go to visit friends or just other landscapes. Sometimes there's no telling where they go. I'm not sure anyone really knows," she admitted with a small shrug and a warm smile.<br><br>Before she got to say more, a hand darted between them and the boy she'd seen sleeping when she boarded the carriage was suddenly snatching at the snack she'd offered to Fay! If he hadn't pulled back so quickly he'd have found that hand smacked before she had time to even think about it. As it was, she let Fay get her own berries before slapping the lid back on and giving him a sharp look of disapproval, "I'm Salome Beliveau and I'll thank you to keep your hands off what isn't yours and wasn't offered to you."<br><br>Realizing she'd probably just sounded like a shrew in front of her new friend she considered softening her comment but then shook her head gently. <em>Her</em> family had taught her better manners than this boy, cute though he might be, had just shown and while Fay might not be certain what was considered rude and wasn't, Salome did.<br><br>Very deliberately turning in her seat so that Tai was to her back and her gaze fell squarely on the red head beside her she asked in clear exasperation, "Are boys this rude where you're from too?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beauxbatons Academy of Magic - Carriage </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Timeless</strong> on <strong>21-01-2014, 06:12:55</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://media.meltyfashion.fr/article-1259538-ajust_930/l-actrice-scarlett-johansson.jpg)</div><br><strong>Character Name (PC):</strong> Leonore Braun (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=193964.msg9474781#msg9474781)<br><strong>Year/House:</strong> Second Year, Ombrelune<br><strong>Relationship Status:</strong> Single<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> This (http://www.dicandiafashion.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/02/Casual-wear-for-women-over-50-434x1024.jpg)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Carriage from Paris, France<br><strong>Date:</strong> September 1st<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Jean-Paul Lesperance, Luc-Ambroise de Sade<br><br><hr><br>"Ah," the blonde girl started to respond, the smile on her lips slightly widened with the corners of her lips lifting up, "My uncle and his family were very nice too." She rolled her shoulders slightly in a light shrug. "But it's always nice to be with your family. Being with my uncle and his family was sort of interesting, as I had never been to Paris before until recently. I did a lot of sight-seeing, that was for certain."<br><br>She adjusted herself upon her seat with the little white bird, still perched on her lap, giving a small hooting noise and Leonore couldn't resist to pat at her small head and down along her feather. "Oh.. Oh! So you do live around here. That's wonderful," Leonore replied, nodding her head as she listened with interest, "Oh, my family.. The funny thing is that, I was born at Bavaria in Germany. My family still lives in Germany but I currently live in Toulouse with another relative of mine ever since I was accepted to Beauxbatons." The grayish-blue eyed girl was about to say more, wanting to keep the conversation flowing until she heard some shuffling of footsteps, which drew her attention away from Jean-Paul.<br><br>At the sight of Luc-Ambroise standing near her, Leonore could only stare at the young blonde man with her eyes widened. "A-ah!" She almost gasped and then pressed her lips together as he took her hand and she allowed for him to plant a kiss on the back of it. It didn't help her at all though, as a deep flush flowed across her cheeks and she looked quite flustered. "A-Ambroise.. Hello," she greeted him back, regaining her composure quickly and gave him a small smile in return. She couldn't really understand on why the fourth year student would want to put his attention upon her, even when she first joined the Academy and being placed under the same mansion. But he seemed nice enough, so Leonore tolerated him somewhat. Still, she needed to get used to how he could be quite forward with her. Other female students would like the attention and would swoon under his charm, but for Leonore, she was quite indifferent and would get flustered by the attention at times.<br><br>"You look rather handsome today yourself." She didn't need to lie about that, at least. "I hope you had a pleasant vacation? Did you went anywhere or did you spent your holidays with your family?"<br><br>A small hoot came from Weib, as the white owl tilted her head and then flapped her wings to perch herself onto Leonore's shoulder. "Oh, of course." She brought her attention to Luc-Ambroise's Mynah, "And it's good to see you, Mercury. I hope Ambroise is taking good care of you." She chuckled a bit and raised a hand to pat onto the top of Weib's head.<br><br>It was then a thought occurred to her and she then realized it would be rude if she didn't introduce the two seniors together. "Ah, Ambroise.. This is Jean-Paul Lesperance. He's a third year student and is in the same mansion as us, if you didn't know," Leonore raised a hand towards the tall senior of hers, and then she moved her hand towards Luc-Ambroise to introduce him. "Jean-Paul, this is Luc-Ambroise de Sade.. He's a fourth year student. Uhm.. Yes." Her voice trailed off, feeling herself nervous and wondering on what to do now.<br><br>"Ah, hmm.. There's an available seat here. Would you... like to sit with us, Ambroise?" Leonore gave a side glance to Jean-Paul, uncertain whether her other senior would approve. But then again, she wasn't certain on what she should do. She couldn't really ask the blonde student to move to another seat now, could she? She didn't want to seem rude. Yet, she threw an apologetic expression towards Jean-Paul.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beauxbatons Academy of Magic - Carriage </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Loves</strong> on <strong>21-01-2014, 07:05:41</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i975.photobucket.com/albums/ae240/samanthamazur/ConnieAvie_zps1bd48eb5.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name PC:</strong> Constance Maree Jeannie Beauregard&nbsp; (goes by Connie) (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=193964.msg9449326#msg9449326)<br><strong>Relationship Status:</strong> Dating &nbsp;Ettiene Bonhomme &nbsp;(http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=193964.msg9427792#msg9427792)<br><strong>House and Year</strong> Papillonlisse, second year student <br><strong>Location:</strong>Carriage from Marseilles<br><strong>Date:</strong> September 1st <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Ettiene, Claudette Open <br><br>*wearing (http://media-cache-ec0.pinimg.com/736x/a5/4e/85/a54e855a2c8caa9d55da19e04dccd585.jpg)<br>*note, she is not wearing the hat* <br><br><hr><br>Connie was grinning like a fool in love. At least, that was how Claudette always described it. The kiss Ettiene had gifted her had left Connie wanting more of him. Flashes of their time together spent exploring each others bodies filtered through her mind, leaving her body aching to feel him close to her once more. But this was not the place to reveal in their unbridled passion. She&nbsp; had to be good. So why were her fingers itching to stroke along his thigh beneath the blanket? Constance smiled. The answer was simply, she didn’t want to be good. <br><br>Sadly, Constance knew very well that she couldn’t get everything she wanted… sometimes she had no choice but to wait. Snuggling against Ettiy, the half Veela felt pride in how generous her boyfriend was being towards Claudette, especially considering how rude her friend had been. She was feeling proud of how the two of them were behaving, she and Ettiy were forming a real team, supporting each other in the face of adversity. Unlike last year when their arguments had sometime left her in tears. But why should they allow their families petty differences ruin the love that they held for one another?<br><br>The sound of his voice had Constance looking to him with worry shimmering in the depths of her blue-green eyes. <strong>”You have my darling…”</strong> she might have said more but Ettiy seemed to need to confess. The worries began to pile upon her shoulders as his story continued. <strong>”Mon amour, you did such a thing for me? for us?”</strong> Perhaps she should have told him he had done wrong, possibly give him a lecture, or point out what he already knew would be the likely consequences. But all she could see was the romantic gesture it had been. He had wanted to be with her so badly that Ettiene had concocted an elaborate lie and stolen money in order to impress her. <br><br>Her hand stroked along his jaw once more as she looked up into his handsome face. <strong>”We can run away if we have to my darling. I will not let you face your mother alone.”</strong> The fact that Claudette was rolling her eyes and snickering at them wasn’t doing wonders for Connie’s temper, but for now she was managing to hold her tongue. It wouldn't be lady-like to explode in a fit of rage while in public. <br><br><hr><br><br><div class="floatleft">(http://i975.photobucket.com/albums/ae240/samanthamazur/dFNG5BTi033S_zpsa5e722e0.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name PC:</strong> Claudette Nadeen Touchet&nbsp; (goes by Claud) (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=193964.msg9460236#msg9460236)<br><strong>Relationship Status:</strong> Single<br><strong>House and Year</strong> Ombrelune, second year student <br><strong>Location:</strong>Carriage from Marseilles<br><strong>Date:</strong> September 1st <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Constance, Ettiene, Open <br><br>*wearing (http://fashionistatrends.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/10/classy-outfits-44.jpg)<br><br><br><hr><br>Were they serious? Claudette had to look away of risk losing her breakfast. Though the well placed glance didn’t stop her from offering her opinion in the form of a&nbsp; snort of derision. The fool had stolen money in order to give Constance a good time! Really? If that was what he had to do in order to keep her, then maybe Ettiene had to revisit his priorities. And what was making things worse! Constance was staring up at him like he was some kind of god, when she should have been apologizing for making him feel like he had to pay for her love!<br><br><strong>”Oh this is rich! You’ve stolen money from Ma Ma moneybags&nbsp; and now the big bad dragon will be coming to burn you for the wrongs you have done. That’s just too good to be true.”</strong> Shaking her head Claud looked out the window and brooded. Had he chosen her, she would have made sure he knew he didn’t have to buy her things to make her happy. Was Constance really worth all the aggravation? Claudette didn’t seem to think so, but then she had been of the same opinion for some time now. <br><br>Turning to face down Ettiene, Claudette leaned across so close the distance in order to whisper her concerns on where his actions had placed Constance, even if she was secretly doing cartwheels inside. Could this be the end of the love struck couple? One could only hope! <strong>”And what do you think your mother will do when she finds out? Surely not just come to school to hollar at you. She’ll be insulting to our dear Constance. She’ll point out what a disgusting half-breed she is. Constance will be humiliated!”</strong> It was really hard not to smile when she was supposed to be worried for her “friend”. <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beauxbatons Academy of Magic - Carriage </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ArtemisHighmore</strong> on <strong>21-01-2014, 07:08:06</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www4.images.coolspotters.com/photos/718362/kit-harington-profile.png)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong> Valter Endresen (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=193964.25) <br><strong>Year/House:</strong> First year<br><strong>Relationship Status:</strong> Single<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> This, minus the watch. (http://i.imgur.com/VYnlHlg.jpg)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Carriage from Marseille, in the back.<br><strong>Date:</strong> September 1st<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open<br><br>Pulling his gaze from the window for a moment, he looked at other students in the carriage. They seemed to all know each other and were conversing though it did not seem be enjoying it given their body language. He shrugged slightly to himself. It really wasn’t his place to be judging things based on only what he could see, but what else was he supposed to do? He really didn’t feel like going over and introducing himself. What if there was some sort of decorum for such things and he made a fool of himself. That would certainly not be a good first step into this strange world.<br><br>Shaking himself from his thoughts, he spotted the pair kissing and shook his head again. He was so unused to that kind of thing. Perhaps it had to do with a lack of a mother growing up or that his father was not that kind of guy. Either way he was not big on affection and seeing it usually just caused him to blush, avert his gaze and look for the nearest exit. Alas he was stuck in this carriage for some unknown time. Looking for his bag, he dug around in it until he found his copy of Beauxbaton: A History. Getting comfortable in his seat, he opened to the first chapter.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beauxbatons Academy of Magic - Carriage </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GnothiSeauton</strong> on <strong>21-01-2014, 07:54:28</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://25.media.tumblr.com/e58b169ad3a561f1b86c5d0bd241f7d7/tumblr_mzmh064agc1rjpd1ko1_1280.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name (PC):</strong>&nbsp; Jacqueline Bouchard<br><strong>Relationship Status:</strong>&nbsp; Single<br><strong>Wearing:</strong>&nbsp; This little number (http://25.media.tumblr.com/c20cae6b9553f39d911df80c1d30f3f8/tumblr_mzdkyl91L11rjpd1ko1_1280.jpg)<br><strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; Marseille Carriage<br><strong>Date:</strong>&nbsp; September 1st<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; Valter Endresen<br><br><hr><br>Try as she might to put her mind and attention back into her magazines, she was still unable to avoid listening to the conversation taking place around her, having forced to listen to the two love-birds summer together.&nbsp; It was almost enough to make her sick to have to listen to how perfect it sounded.&nbsp; <br><br>With a sigh she sat her magazines back into her back, giving up hope on having the magazines to distract her.&nbsp; Her eyes turned out of the windows, glancing out as she occasionally glanced back to the familiar and new faces which began to crowd the carriage.&nbsp; <br><br>One new face caught her attention.&nbsp; From her seat she had watched as he settled in, studying him as he seemed somewhat unsure and nervous of the experience.&nbsp; It made her think back to her own first year the year before.&nbsp; Nervous, unsure of what to say, nor what to do as she sat on the carriage, all she had was her ball of nerves and cat on the way to the school.&nbsp; How she would have killed for some conversation back then, something to help lessen her nerves and uncertainty.<br><br>Putting her things closer together upon her seat, Jacqueline rose from her seat in the back, making the short walk over to the empty seat next to the attractive looking first year.<br><br>“Welcome to my personal hell called the Marseilles Carriage.” She greeted, offering a hand to him.&nbsp; “First year?&nbsp; I'm Jacqueline.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beauxbatons Academy of Magic - Carriage </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MabFaerie</strong> on <strong>21-01-2014, 13:16:18</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i127.photobucket.com/albums/p121/Mab_faerie/Elliquiy/Beauxbatons%20Academy/emilie_zps977a0893.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name (PC/NPC):</strong> Emilie Callahan (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=193964.msg9475925#msg9475925)<br><strong>Year/House:</strong> 1st Year<br><strong>Relationship Status:</strong> Single<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Well-loved Travel attire and messenger bag. (http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=110834464)<br><strong>Location:</strong>Bern Carriage<br><strong>Date:</strong> September 1st<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Felix Bellgard(NPC) (http://i127.photobucket.com/albums/p121/Mab_faerie/Elliquiy/Beauxbatons%20Academy/Felix_zpsea9f0f9a.png), Poe(NPC) (http://i127.photobucket.com/albums/p121/Mab_faerie/Elliquiy/Beauxbatons%20Academy/Raven_zpsd6dd06f4.jpg)<br><br><hr><br>"What time is it, Felix?" Emilie asked, glancing impatiently towards her uncle and then back again as other students filed into the carriages one by one. Her jaw set ever so tightly as she watched mothers and fathers fretting about like worried hens, kissing cheeks and straightening ties. Where was her own mother now? Off sight-seeing no doubt. <br>"Ten past the last time you asked me that." Felix replied with a short lived smirk. Emilie shot him a scowl and crossed her arms over her chest, settling in an unpleasant demeanor like an old pair of shoes. <br>&nbsp; <br>"Look, why don't you just hop in the carriage and get settled in? If they miss you then it's their own fault." Felix suggested, seeming completely unfazed by their current circumstance.&nbsp; <br>"They promised they would be here to see me off. Flew all the way out here for it and everything. What kind of family trip involves abandoning their only child on the eve of her departure?"&nbsp; <br>"I think you're being too hard on them again, Emilie." Felix said, softening his tone in the hopes that Emilie might soften her anger in turn. She wasn't usually the disgruntled sort, but it seemed that time and again her parents so often chose their own affairs over anyone else that it had left little room for her to feel otherwise.<br><br>"You're right, it's not as if they're living overseas and this is their last chance to see me for possibly the next seven years--<em>OH</em>, wait. They <em>are</em>." Even sarcasm wasn't enough to lighten the mood for Emilie. She wasn't sure what she had expected of her parents, being that they were traditionally the 'show up late and leave early' sort, however considering the event she'd hoped that perhaps things would be different for a change.<br>&nbsp; <br>"Some people never change." Felix interrupted her thoughts as if he'd read them. <br>"Yes, I suppose you're right." She agreed, glancing down at her belongings and offering a smile to the tiny baby raven nestled in the small cage at her feet. The Raven had been a gift from Felix who promptly scoffed at her insistence on naming it Poe. He wanted her to name it after a famous Wizard poet. She told him he ought to buy himself his own bird to name.<br><br>"This may not be the best time to bring it up, but I wanted to tell you something." Drawing her attention away from the quiet bird, Emilie glanced back at Felix with a perplexed expression.<br>"Is something wrong?" She asked, wondering where his usual smug grin had disappeared to.<br>"There's been talk, you know. Of you. Of the lineage... My mother, she wants to make you an offer. To return to the Bellgard family."<br>"Funny that, I don't recall joining nor leaving." Emilie smirked.<br><br>"You know what I mean. My sister is a proud woman but being disowned like that..." He trailed off for a moment to collect his thoughts before adding, "My mother says that you being pure blood, it's a waste of talent to not have you in the family."<br>"But Felix, I'm not pure blood. My father-"<br>"Emilie, please. Just because he can't cast a spell doesn't take away the fact that he's a wizard. She says that so long as you're not a squib too-"<br>"My father is NOT a SQUIB!" Emilie glanced hastily about, lowering her tone to a harsh whisper to avoid causing a scene, "My father is not a squib. He is a muggle. I am <em>not</em> a pure blood. I'm sorry, but your mother has been misinformed."<br><br>A cold silence fell over the two of them for a moment, broken only by the occasional cough born of the cool fall air. At long last, Felix spoke.&nbsp; &nbsp; <br>"Then you don't believe the stories from your Nan, either?" <br>"That's... another matter entirely." Emilie replied, rather defensively. <br>"But you just said he's a muggle and that's far from what your Nan goes on about. So what is he, Emilie? Is he a muggle or is he not? Is she wrong or is she right? She can't be <em>neither</em>."<br>"But she might be both! Honestly, what <em>year</em> do you <em>live in</em>, Felix?! Are we really standing here having a conversation about whether your mother thinks I'm a pure-blood enough to allow her disowned daughter back into the family?"<br>"Funny, I thought we were having a conversation about your grandmother, who, for the record, doesn't think your father is a muggle!"<br>"Well she doesn't think he's a Wizard either!" A concerned glance from a nearby carriage attendant caused Felix to clear his throat and lower his tone.<br><br>"Alright, fine. You win. Just... think it over, okay? I think it would make your mother very happy to be a part of the Bellgard family again." <br>"Even if I were a Pure-blood, <em>which I'm not</em>, how exactly do you expect my mother and I to come back anyway? By abandoning my father and Nan? You should know that's out of the question." <br>"Don't shoot the messenger. We'll talk about this later, it was bad timing, I know. I apologize." And like clockwork that familiar sly smile was back on Felix's face and the unpleasant topic was laid to a temporary rest.<br><br>Another ten minutes of awkward silence had passed before Emilie resigned herself to her fate,<br>"I guess they're really not coming, are they? I should probably get going then."<br>"Things happen. I'm sure they're really sorry about it."<br>"Yeah, I'll get an Owl by tomorrow, I bet. Lots of excuses. Wonder which one they'll use this time. Probably traffic. There's always traffic." <br>"Hold on, before you go, I've got something that will cheer you up."<br>"Is it another riveting conversation about my lineage? You're really good at those." <br>"No, fresh out. But this will have to do." Reaching into his pocket Felix retrieved a small golden pocketwatch (http://i127.photobucket.com/albums/p121/Mab_faerie/Elliquiy/Beauxbatons%20Academy/3628073-large_zpsfa617490.jpg) and offered it to Emilie.<br><br>"It's a pocketwatch." Emilie announced with little enthusiasm. "Is this the part where you tell me to stop asking you for the time?"<br>"No, actually. If you try the latch you'll see it's broken. Won't open."<br>"<em>Wow!</em> A broken pocketwatch." Emilie feigned delight with an awe-filled gasp, "Don't ever let anyone tell you that you don't know how to lighten spirits, Felix. This, this is <em>grand</em>." <br>"Yeah, shut it, brat. I'm not finished. I bought it at Hogsmead when I was visiting overseas. I told you about that place, didn't I? The cute little trinket shop I went in? I saw it next to the til and the shopkeep offered me a discount-"<br>"Whatever you paid, it was probably too much."&nbsp; <br>"It's a mystery, Emilie-"<br>"I'm pretty sure it's a pocketwatch."<br>"No, I mean the mystery is that it refuses to open no matter what spell I try on it."<br>"Have you tried a hammer?"<br>"Come on, Em. I'm giving you a mystery here. You love this stuff!" <br>"Mysteries? Yes. I do love mysteries. But this isn't one of them. This is a rusted watch." <br>"Take it, won't you? Take it, solve the mystery and think of me?"<br>"If you insist on being the uncle that reminds me of broken accessories, I suppose I will just have to abide." <br>"Go on then, I hear there's<em> terrible</em> traffic ahead." Felix smirked and knelt down to help Emilie gather her belongings.<br><br>"Oh, one last thing before you go-" Felix began as Emilie was halfway to her carriage. <br>"You <em>do</em> realize the carriage <em>will</em> leave without me, don't you?" Emilie warned, a smile playing at her lips. <br>"Look, I know you tend to be all about books and logic and following the rules-"<br>"You know me so well, Felix, you could write a book." <br>"But would you just try to have a little fun while you're there? Skip a few classes? Break a few rules?"<br>"Are you encouraging me to be a delinquent? I'm pretty sure that's against the rules. If it's not against the rules then it <em>should</em> be against the rules."<br>"I'm encouraging you to be a teenager. Unlike the fifty year old woman you seem convinced you are."<br>"I was hoping I could just skip that part and dive right into being middle-aged." Emilie laughed but her joke seemed to fall short when met with the sincerity of Felix's gaze.<br>For some reason, Felix was actually being serious. Emilie wasn't entirely sure how she felt about that. Clearing her throat, she managed a reply, <br>"....I shall do my best."<br>"Thanks." Felix nodded, offering his niece a brief hug in reply before tacking on, "Oh, and do try and manage a date while you're there!"<br>"Oh my goodness, look at my broken pocketwatch! Is that the time? I dunno, the case won't open. I should be going though!"<br>"I know you heard me!" Felix's shouting fell on deaf ears as Emilie stepped into the carriage, smiling to herself at her uncles eccentric absurdity.<br><br>The moment she stepped within the confines of the carriage, all aspects of Emilies confidence and offhand wit seemed to vanish completely. The anxiety that she had done her best to shove down into the places she couldn't reach up until now came rushing back in spades, eager to fill every crack and crevice, consuming her entirely until she was nothing but a mouse of a girl. <br><br>For all intents and purposes, Felix and Nan were the closest thing to 'friends' and confidants Emilie had ever known. Now Nan was half a world away in Ireland and soon enough Felix would be back to his work in France and she'd be stuck at Beauxbaton alone. All prior attempts at friendship before that point had failed miserably and in theory it was through no fault of her own. <br><br>Running through the list in her head once more, Emilie went over all the 'steps' she had taught herself when it came to interactions with other people. Smiling, polite laughter, nodding to show understanding, asking questions but not prying, being supportive without being overbearing. It all seemed very complex and complicated and was probably the reason why she only had 2 actual friends, both of whom were relations and didn't technically count. <br><br>Besides, It wasn't as if she could just start off a conversation with 'Hi, I'm really bad at making friends and people are confusing. The only reason I'm talking to you is because my uncle said I have to try to be a teenager, but I find the idea appalling. Do you have any tips?'. Yeah, that seemed like it would go over <em>really well</em>.&nbsp; <br>Perhaps if she simply treated everyone like they were Felix, it might work out better? Emilie got the feeling that most people wouldn't take being snarked at quite as well as Felix does.<br>&nbsp; <br>"Whew. Okay. Well, it's not like we have any other choice, do we Poe? Let's just... try not to be hated." Emilie murmured to the cage and smiled at the tiny raven who appeared to be staring back at her with a rather quizzical expression. Apparently he didn't understand people either. Well at least that made two of them.&nbsp; <br><br>With no other option, Emilie moved through the carriage and took the first available double seat, setting Poe down on the seat facing the aisle and claiming the window seat for herself. With Poe settled in, she turned her attention to the old pocketwatch, turning it over in hands a few times and trying the clasp once or twice in vain. Maybe she really <em>would</em> take a hammer to it later. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beauxbatons Academy of Magic - Carriage </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PhantomPistoleer</strong> on <strong>21-01-2014, 17:05:12</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://media-cache-ec0.pinimg.com/236x/f8/69/4d/f8694d3a2bd7f1ca1e1f3e052c5c30df.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong>&nbsp; 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<br><strong>House and Year:</strong>&nbsp; Bellefeulles 3rd Year<br><strong>Date:</strong> September 1st <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Connie, Claudette, 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>Ettiene smiled handsomely at his darling Constance as she stroked his hard, stubbly chin with her slender, tapered fingers.&nbsp; He turned her palm over with his hands, and traced the lines of her fortune with the ends of his digits before he kissed her wrist.&nbsp; Then, Ettiene slowly lowered her hand unto his lap, stroking and massaging her hand tenderly with his thumbs.&nbsp; He flashed Constance a mischievous smile, but before he could say anything to her, Claudette had chimed in.&nbsp; Rolling his eyes, he turned his knowing gaze to Claudette.<br><br>&nbsp;"Mademoiselle, I am so pleased at your concern," he said.&nbsp; &nbsp;"You are a true friend to state things as they are so well.&nbsp; You are right, my mother will not be happy.&nbsp; As to what she will do, I cannot put it past my dear mother to do the worst.&nbsp; She is venomous and vindictive, a woman perpetually in divorce, though she is happily married."<br><br>He was just so pleased that Constance understood his romantic gesture.&nbsp; It was difficult for him to be denied of the pleasure of her company as it was, but to be denied a future, too?&nbsp; It was unbearable.&nbsp; Ettiene was in love!&nbsp; He loved Constance with all of his heart.&nbsp; She sated his heated passion.&nbsp; She stifled his loneliness.&nbsp; She thwarted his depression.&nbsp; There was nothing terrible about Constance, and no flaw that could be given to her, aside that she knew how to love too much!&nbsp; His mother was insane.&nbsp; Everyone was insane.&nbsp; <br><br>Why couldn't Claudette be happy for them?&nbsp; She was a wedge in their blossoming relationship.&nbsp; Every argument that sprouted between them was sowed by Claudette.&nbsp; Every minor disagreement became a large disagreement when Claudette was at the reins.&nbsp; When Ettiene and Constance experienced solitude, there were no arguments.&nbsp; There were no disagreements.&nbsp; They were so happy.&nbsp; And it took extreme solitude to notice the discord that Claudette seemingly attempted to plot.<br><br>Ettiene's eyes narrowed most vigorously as he stared at Claudette with surprise, concern and derision.<br><br>&nbsp;"I do not care what my mother will do," he said.&nbsp; &nbsp;"Men do things.&nbsp; Men go out and do things, and they are not concerned about ramifications or dangers.&nbsp; I would march in front of a firing squad and proclaim my eternal love for Constance, even if it meant that I could only enjoy living for a few seconds more!&nbsp; I would die for her.&nbsp; I would give up anything to be with her.&nbsp; So what if my mother comes to the school?&nbsp; I am more resolved than ever to defy her.&nbsp; She can take my dignity and she can take my inheritance and she can take everything that I own or cherish.<br><br>"But she will never take my Constance."<br><br>It was then that his eyes suddenly flashed with fury -- the same fury that his mother, Belleza Bonhomme, had instilled in him through genetics and upbringing.<br><br>&nbsp;"What are you up to, Claudette?&nbsp; You enjoy seeing us worry and hate seeing us happy."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beauxbatons Academy of Magic - Carriage </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SpiralSpider</strong> on <strong>21-01-2014, 22:04:20</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1226.photobucket.com/albums/ee406/Mostly_roleplay_pictures/People/Males/124_zps06b100c0.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name (PC):</strong> Luc-Ambroise de Sade (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=193964.msg9482367#msg9482367)<br><strong>Year/House:</strong> 4th Year; Ombrelune<br><strong>Relationship Status:</strong> unattached<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> a brown suit and shiny dress shoes<br><strong>Location:</strong> Carriage from Paris, Fance<br><strong>Date:</strong> September 1st<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Jean-Paul Lesperance and Leonore Braun<br><br>Noticing how uncomfortable his advances were making Leonore for a moment, Ambroise gave her his most disarming smile before putting on a humble facade at her own compliment. "Well, thank you. Though I must say most of the credit has to go to this suit. My father seems to have impeccable taste..." Mercury bobbed a little on his Master's shoulder, cocking his blue-striped head to the side to consider Leo's white owl. Jerking his attention over to Leonore herself, Mercury piped up, <em>"Hello, my dear!"</em> It was a sing-song, near-perfect impersonation of Ambroise's voice - in an obviously happy and affectionate mood. The Sade boy chuckled a little and flushed at the mimicry. <br><br>"Yes," the fourth year responded, bowing his head slightly at the introduction. "I believe we've met before, though I haven't had much chance to get to know you yet." He looked the handsome dark-skinned man over a moment and then turned back to Leonore. "I would love a chance to sit and talk with you both... provided that is all right with you, Jean-Paul?" 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beauxbatons Academy of Magic - Carriage </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SpiralSpider</strong> on <strong>22-01-2014, 00:50:28</strong>
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				<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. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beauxbatons Academy of Magic - Carriage </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Niferbelle</strong> on <strong>22-01-2014, 02:57:00</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/0/04/Tai.png)</div><strong>Character Name PC:</strong> Tai Stardel'est (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=193964.msg9427018#msg9427018)<br><strong>Year/House:</strong> Ombrelune, 2nd year<br><strong>Relationship Status:</strong> Single - though no one's really sure<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> khaki trousers, tropical print shirt, robe worn open over both<br><strong>Location:</strong> Carriage from Bordeaux <br><strong>Date:</strong> September 1st<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open, Salome and Faylinn<br><hr>He didn't know how boys acted where the redhead was from but there were certainly plenty of prigs at Beauxbatons, these two would fit right in. Tai raised an eyebrow and looked at the back of the two girls' heads and as quick as that he was officially bored. Beauxbatons was a target rich environment for girls like this so it was hardly worth his effort to pull the pigtails of a couple more. Pity, they were kind of cute, but if there was one thing he didn't do it was dour. He sat back with no fanfare and rummaged in the bag of things he'd gathered for the trip to pull out a piece of parchment and a quill then took a moment to carefully write something down, glancing up only when he heard the carriage door open again as someone else came in. He took the opportunity to let out a sharp whistle and along with another student, a delicate, brilliantly colored bird streaked in and made a beeline for Tai's shoulder. It was azure blue and black with bright red eyes and it looked like nothing you would ever see in France. He folded up the whatever he'd been writing and didn't bother to sit up again but flipped it over the seat in front of him, trying to get it as close to the brunette's lap as he could then reached in his pocket to fill his palm with seeds. <br><br>The little bird chirped quietly and fluttered down to his hand and Tai gently stroked his familiar's wing with an index finger affectionately before turning his attention outside the window. There was still a lot of hubbub outside, students being dropped off, trunks being shuffled about, and it didn't look like they'd be disembarking any time soon. He wished Lenore or Mina would be on this carriage because he had the sneaking suspicion this was going to be a very long trip and he didn't really want to read this stupid book. Tai whistled much more softly this time and Màu Xanh just as softly trilled back but barely paused as he was happily pecking away.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Note to Salome</div><div class="spoiler_body">*in flowery, formal script* This is the acknowledgment of the debt between Tai Stardel'est and the owner of Moonshadow for the sum of one (1) raspberry to be paid at the first earliest opportunity.&nbsp; *his signature scrawled across the bottom with a flourish* </div></div> <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beauxbatons Academy of Magic - Carriage </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GnothiSeauton</strong> on <strong>22-01-2014, 03:03:36</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://31.media.tumblr.com/ef53f0bd576e98cb1f035dc7fc9fc8b3/tumblr_mzpvutA3sC1rjpd1ko1_500.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name (PC/NPC):</strong>&nbsp; Anders Pedersen<br><strong>Year/House:</strong> Papillonlisse, 5th Year<br><strong>Relationship Status:</strong>&nbsp; Single<br><strong>Wearing:</strong>&nbsp; Link (http://25.media.tumblr.com/b44d3f3281b03c69430f24527119c6ab/tumblr_mzq9wbskPe1rjpd1ko1_500.jpg)<br><strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; Carriage from Lyon<br><strong>Date:</strong>&nbsp; September 1st<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; Open<br><br><hr><br>As he sat in the cab, looking out the window to all of the sights of Lyon passing him by, Anders could not help but to feel as if his summer had been an utter failure.<br><br>It had started out just fine, just as all of his summers had when he came home from school.&nbsp; His Grandparents showered him with their love and affection, happy to see him arrive back home in good health and spirits.&nbsp; Back to his job he went, delivering pizza and take-out, daydreaming of the day when he would finally go back to the place where he felt he belonged the most in his life.<br><br>But then it all slowly began to crumble before him.<br><br>His hands reached into his pocket, unfolding the old, fading picture from years and years before.&nbsp; It was the only lead he had, the only key he had in the hopes of finding out more and more about his father.&nbsp; Chasing ghosts had brought him there, hunting down a phantom which had seemingly been lost to the sands of time.&nbsp; A waste of time.<br><br>It had all started with the picture.&nbsp; When he had first found it, cleaning out the attic on his grandmother's request, Anders had thought he had found gold.&nbsp; The faded picture of his mother, embracing another man in front of some landmark on what seemed to be a sunny day, had been all he had to go on for the first time in years.&nbsp; He had searched and searched through website after website, scanning the different pages of landmarks, until he found it, Place des Terreaux.<br><br>When he had finally found it, when he finally stood in the middle of the square, he couldn't help but to feel even more disappointed, feeling the crushing weight upon his shoulders.&nbsp; On more than one occasion he had wished, hoped, that his father would be there by some chance, as if waiting for him to show up after all of the years.&nbsp; Fruitlessly he asked around, hoping, even though he knew the chances were slim to none, that he would find answers.&nbsp; <br><br>Once again he was met with nothing but disappointment, nothing but more questions.&nbsp; It was crushing, destroying his hopes.&nbsp; It was another experience which made him feel as if he would never find him, that he would never have the answers he had wanted for so long.<br><br>Going back to school had been the only bright spot in his days.&nbsp; The much needed distraction was what he needed, to throw himself into his studies and Quidditch, where his troubles and frustrations could not bring him down as much.&nbsp; It was all he could think about through the gloom and frustration of his summer, the bright light at the end of the dark tunnel.&nbsp; <br><br>The ride from the hostel seemed long when he had his thoughts and frustrations with him.&nbsp; When he finally arrived to the carriage, handing off his trunk to the attendants of the carriage, he climbed aboard, his broom case tucked under an arm with his owl sleeping soundly in it's cage.&nbsp; The carriage was new to him, having been used to the carriage in Brussels and the familiar faces there.<br><br>He had found a seat near the middle of the carriage, tucking his broom-case in the overhead compartment before sitting down and staring out the window, wishing he was as far away from Lyon as possible.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beauxbatons Academy of Magic - Carriage </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AdrianZef</strong> on <strong>22-01-2014, 05:26:32</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/8/86/Frchar.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name (PC):</strong> Jean-Paul Lesperance (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=193964.msg9473789#msg9473789)<br><strong>Year/House:</strong> 3rd year / Ombrelune<br><strong>Relationship Status:</strong> Single<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Grey wizard robes, with a black bowtie.<br><strong>Location:</strong> Carriage, Paris, France<br><strong>Date:</strong> Sept. 1st<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Leonore, Luc-Ambroise<br><br><hr><br>"What part of Paris did you sight-see in, the Muggle part or the wizard part?" he asked, wondering which one she had referred to. Both had a few sights to see, depending on what your interests were. Jean-Paul wasn't much for sight-seeing, but he did it every now and then as a chance to get out and explore.<br><br>Jean-Paul didn't say anything as Leonore introduced herself to the newcomer, instead preferring to listen and analyze the awkward situation without any reaction. He understood the situation, and to be honest it was a little cute how Leonore was getting flushed, even if only because Jean-Paul couldn't entirely understand what there was to be apologetic about in this situation. He looked up and waved away her apologetic glance while the newcomer's attention was still focused on her. When the newcomer turned to talk to him, he shook his hand. "Oh, you may certainly join us, on one condition." he said, sounding more ominous than he meant to be. He continued, "As long as you remind me of your name. I'm usually good at remembering things, but I can't seem to remember meeting you." he said, as he inclined his head in greetings.<br><br>"Thank you for the introduction, Leonore." he said, as he tossed one of the wrapped packages he had been inspecting earlier towards her. He pulled another one out of his pocket, looking at it. "My uncle brought these from England, and I haven't yet had a chance to try them out." he said. "Supposedly they're called <em>Chocolate Frogs</em>" he said, using the English name. He translated it back to French, though, as he continued talking, "Chocolate Frogs, interesting name, eh? I wonder if they'll jump around." he said, voicing the thought in his mind that showed why he hadn't opened one yet. He did love chocolate, after all.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beauxbatons Academy of Magic - Carriage </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SpiralSpider</strong> on <strong>22-01-2014, 06:23:05</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1226.photobucket.com/albums/ee406/Mostly_roleplay_pictures/People/Males/124_zps06b100c0.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name (PC):</strong> Luc-Ambroise de Sade (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=193964.msg9482367#msg9482367)<br><strong>Year/House:</strong> 4th Year; Ombrelune<br><strong>Relationship Status:</strong> unattached<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> a brown suit and shiny dress shoes<br><strong>Location:</strong> Carriage from Paris, Fance<br><strong>Date:</strong> September 1st<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Jean-Paul Lesperance and Leonore Braun<br><br>Ambroise narrowed his eyes just a bit and cocked his head, giving an all together somewhat confused look. He knew the two of them had met before and couldn't fathom why Jean-Paul would forget who he is. After all, Luc-Ambroise came from an equally affluent wizarding family and was the boy's senior in school and... surely everyone was aware of his skill on the Ombrelune Quidditch team. He gave a smile and a bit of a glottal chuckle. Scratching the back of his head he responded. "Ah, perhaps I'm mistaken then. I know I had seen you in school these last two years. I apologize that I have neglected to introduce myself before." <br><br>After his gracious show to help the other male save face - forget him? Honestly! The girl had even just said his name! - he took a seat next to the two of them. "Luc-Ambroise," he said, being careful to only speak it after he had gained the indifferent schoolmate's eye contact. "Luc-Ambroise de Sade." Jean-Paul had already moved on to talking about confectioneries, and his indifference baffled the fourth year student who just looked on with a muted incredulous expression, shaking his head slightly. <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beauxbatons Academy of Magic - Carriage </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Flower</strong> on <strong>22-01-2014, 06:51:43</strong>
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				<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.&nbsp; “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. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beauxbatons Academy of Magic - Carriage </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MabFaerie</strong> on <strong>22-01-2014, 07:07:13</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i127.photobucket.com/albums/p121/Mab_faerie/Elliquiy/Beauxbatons%20Academy/emilie_zps977a0893.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name (PC/NPC):</strong> Emilie Callahan (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=193964.msg9475925#msg9475925)<br><strong>Year/House:</strong> 1st Year<br><strong>Relationship Status:</strong> Single<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Well-loved Travel attire and messenger bag. (http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=110834464)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Bern Carriage<br><strong>Date:</strong> September 1st<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Afanassii Abezi'ana<br><br><hr><br>With her attention drawn to the pocket watch she'd been turning over in her hands, Emilie didn't pay any heed to the voice that called something out and then paused in wait for a reply that never came. It wasn't until the feeling of being stared at broke through her concentration and caused her to shift her gaze upward.<br>"Ah, sorry?" She stammered, suddenly feeling very embarrassed for not realizing that the voice who had spoken a moment prior was directed at her.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>"Oh! Hello, uhm, Hi. Sorry." Realizing that this figure would probably need more to go on, Emilie added after a beat, "I'm sorry, my name is Emilie. Uhm, Emilie Callahan. I didn't realize you were speaking to me, I apologize." The more she spoke, the more she felt like an absolute fool. She was apologizing too much, nobody ever apologized three times in one sentence, she looked like an idiot. <br><br>As if her stammering apologies weren't enough to make things awkward, Emilie worried that perhaps her accent would be off-putting. The undeniable Irish undertones bled through her french no matter how she tried to mask them, giving Emilie cause for concern that perhaps this stranger might assume she didn't properly understand how to speak french, as it obviously wasn't her first language. Would it be rude to tell him that she knew proper French and he needn't worry? Emilie had the feeling that it might be, so she decided to push such unsubstantiated concerns aside and try not to mess things up as usual. <br><br>"And your name is?" She asked, taking a moment to get a good look at the person who had addressed her. Lean, attractive and long-haired; He was startlingly pretty for a boy. At least, Emilie was <em>semi-convinced</em> he was a boy. For a moment she wondered if it would be rude of her to ask him but again decided against it. Erring on the side of caution seemed to be her safest bet for the time being.<br><br>A hint of motion drew Emilies gaze towards the cat that appeared to be resting comfortably in this new figures lap.<br>"Oh, and Hello to you too." Emilie liked cats though she'd never owned one of her own, her mother was allergic and didn't want to be 'responsible' for it's upkeep. As far as she could tell owning a cat seemed like a pretty low level of responsibility but who was she to know for sure either way?<br><br>A short-lived cawing sound made Emilie aware of Poe, who was probably eyeing the strangers cat with severe apprehension and maybe a bit of Birdie-panic-attack.<br>"Hush Poe, you're fine--It won't bother him, will it?" Emilie asked, glancing from the cat to Poe and back again.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beauxbatons Academy of Magic - Carriage </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>persephone325</strong> on <strong>22-01-2014, 09:22:17</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://files.myopera.com/kan838/albums/908326/yuri-ebihara-wallpapers-hotgirlsindexcom-29.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name (PC):</strong> Minako "Mina" Tengan<br><strong>Year/House:</strong> Papillonlisse - 2nd year<br><strong>Relationship Status:</strong> Single<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> This (http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=111026717)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Bordeaux Carriage<br><strong>Date:</strong> September 1st, 2014<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Tai, Aki (Mentioned), Salome, Faylinn, open<br><hr>Mina felt bad for leaving her sister with their parents, and heading to a party with her friends. Especially since the place was <em>incredibly</em> far away. Bordeaux, to be exact. But it was certainly worth the trip, <em>and</em> she loved defying her parents. Mostly her dad, to be honest. So she had made sure to pack all her belongings for school beforehand, and take them with her. Even little Suki made the trip with her.<br><br>The young girl walked onto the magical carriage and smiled. She had missed the familiar smells and sounds of the ride. Unlike most kids, Mina really enjoyed going to school. One, it got her away from her parents. Two, she got to see her friends. Her first year was amazing. She learned so much, and she felt herself constantly growing closer to her sister. She hoped her twin felt the same... Mina found herself wondering what Aki was up to at that moment. She felt a pang of guilt again at having left her... But she knew they would be reunited soon.<br><br>Mina brought her belongings onto the carriage, a carrier with Suki inside sitting atop the bags and cases. She made her way through the carriage and all the way into the back. Thankfully, they were empty. So Mina took her things and stored them overhead. She set Suki's carrier on the seat and opened it. The little cat came prancing out and mewed happily. Mina smiled and patted her furry little head.<br><br>"Come on, Suki. Let's go." She smiled at the cat and headed out of the empty compartment. Suki jumped down from the seat and obediently followed closely behind. Mina never worried about Suki getting lost, because the little cat never seemed to stray too far from her.<br><br>As Mina walked down the passage, she heard a familiar voice. A moment later, spotted a familiar looking bird flying into one of the carriage compartments.&nbsp; Like a detective following a suspect in a crime novel, Mina headed to where the bird had gone and smiled. She opened the compartment door.<br><br>"Well, you certainly know how to make a girl look long and hard for you." Mina said playfully, smiling as she entered Tai's compartment. It was then she realized that he wasn't alone. There were two girls on the other side, though they seemed to be more interested in talking to each other. She put her hands on her hips, and pretended to look irritated about having to search for him before she laughed. Suki jumped up next to Tai, and Mina followed suit. She crossed her legs and pulled off her scarf to let her little cat play with it.<br><br>"How have you been?" She asked, giving him a quick hug.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beauxbatons Academy of Magic - Carriage </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Timeless</strong> on <strong>22-01-2014, 11:44:41</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://media.meltyfashion.fr/article-1259538-ajust_930/l-actrice-scarlett-johansson.jpg)</div><br><strong>Character Name (PC):</strong> Leonore Braun (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=193964.msg9474781#msg9474781)<br><strong>Year/House:</strong> Second Year, Ombrelune<br><strong>Relationship Status:</strong> Single<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> This (http://www.dicandiafashion.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/02/Casual-wear-for-women-over-50-434x1024.jpg)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Carriage from Paris, France<br><strong>Date:</strong> September 1st<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Jean-Paul Lesperance, Luc-Ambroise de Sade<br><br><hr><br>Oh, this was getting a bit more awkward. Perhaps she shouldn't had offer the empty seat to Luc-Ambroise but she didn't want to seem rude, especially to her senior of all people. Still, she couldn't resist to smile wider as the adorable Mynah did his almost-perfect mimicry and she giggled softly, "Mercury is getting better at it! He almost sounded like you." In turn, the little snowy owl on Leonore's shoulder gave a small hooting sound, as if to show her approval of Mercury's skill and the little bird received another scratch under her beak. The owl ruffled her feathers a bit before jumping down to Leonore's lap again. She had always like to be on her Mistress' lap, which Leonore didn't mind at all.<br><br>Her attention was then upon Jean-Paul, just as he tossed item to her. She caught it with both hands, her eyebrows raised as she inspected the packaging curiously, "Oh, thank you!" A slight flush flowed through her cheeks and she spared a small yet genuine smile towards Jean-Paul as she looked at the package closer. She had seen and heard about them before, but hadn't really received a chance to purchase one and try herself. She wasn't really a sweet-tooth kind of person, but appreciated sweets from time to time.<br><br>"I think they do jump around, like real frogs," Leonore responded, "And from what I heard, these sweets are popular because of the trading cards. I wonder on what cards we would get.." She sounded rather fascinated and as much as she wanted to open it, the blonde girl decided otherwise. Perhaps she could show to Gustav as she knew her good friend really adores sweets. She was certain he would appreciate it more. Moving slightly, she kept the package in her little handbag as Weib moved aside obligingly to let her do so.<br><br>Once Luc-Ambroise settled onto the empty seat next to them, the blonde spared her attention to him. Watching him, he seemed rather perplexed at Jean-Paul and in truth, she was slightly surprised that her other senior wasn't truly aware of knowing Luc-Ambroise that well. Sensing the awkward situation, Leonore was silent at first but then tried to make a bit of conversation as she turned to face the older blonde young man, "Ambroise, you were saying your father picked the suit for you?" The grayish-blue eyed girl smiled softly towards him, "He really has good taste. My compliments to your father."<br><br>She shifted a bit in her seat and continued to speak, "What are your plans for this year, Ambroise?" She looked to Jean-Paul then, smiling still, "Also, I would ask you the same." The blonde turned her face back to Luc-Ambroise. "Are you trying at the Quidditch team again? You were very excellent last year, I have to say. I look forward to see on your performance this year too." She really wasn't interested in sports, despite trying to get herself into a regular exercise regime — mostly involving some running and jogging. But she appreciated the sports nevertheless, and had enjoyed it when she first saw the match in her first year.<br><br>"Ambroise was in the Quidditch team for our mansion last year. If I'm not mistaken, he was our Chaser too." She explained to Jean-Paul, uncertain whether he had watched the match or was interested. But nevertheless, they needed a topic and subject to converse about, so might as well.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beauxbatons Academy of Magic - Carriage </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SpiralSpider</strong> on <strong>22-01-2014, 15:55:41</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1226.photobucket.com/albums/ee406/Mostly_roleplay_pictures/People/Males/Andrej/7968e38f-8592-4d0a-8600-c85f60b33941_zpsac091115.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 <br><br>The unexpected accent in the girl's voice made Afanassii raise his eyebrows in surprise, he was delighted to come across another foreigner but was yet unsuccessful in figuring out just where she hailed from. "No-no... I am sorry for disturbing. It is only that I saw an unfamiliar face and thought I would introduce myself. Now it seems I've ... what is the phrase? "Jumped the bullet"?" he asked, scratching the back of his head with a sheepish grin. He wasn't aware that he'd got the idiom incorrect, but he managed to pull it off - somewhat, at least - through context. "I shouldn't have bothered you when you were already preoccupied. But since the deed is already done and you have asked... my name is Afanassii Abez'iana." as always, the odd, old-fashioned family label rolled off his tongue quickly, but was not so easy on European ears. He laughed at himself, knowing he'd likely get the usual reaction of "Gesundheit!" or something else along those lines. "My friends call me just Nassi." His voice was like a velvet caress as he went on; a smooth baritone that made his sex obvious even though his looks betrayed him. "And, please do yourself, as I hope you and I will become ... friends also." His own speech was becoming awkward, though he was an easy-going soul and found no trouble laughing at his mistakes. Besides, he figured a little levity - even at his own expense - could only help to brighten the girl's spirits.<br><br>The tall, slender boy lifted the cat on his lap, who gave a grumpy "Merwf!" in response. She had just gotten settled there and wasn't too happy about being relocated to the seat next to him; her furious grooming as a response was meant as a sign of defiance. It largely went unnoticed by the 2nd year Papionlisse student who had taken to standing after giving her a pat on the head. "Who? Margaritka, here?" He laughed and shook his head. "She does not have the instinct to hunt. My family call her a useless cat but she is very sweet and very, very intelligent." He walked slowly over to Emilie and motioned towards "Poe". "I hear that these birds..." he struggled for a moment to come to the appropriate term, "... Ravens... I hear that they are very intelligent, too." His enthusiasm and curiosity was taking him over again and he slid into a seat next to her without pausing to reflect on whether that would be appropriate or not. "Does he talk?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beauxbatons Academy of Magic - Carriage </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AdrianZef</strong> on <strong>22-01-2014, 16:57:16</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/8/86/Frchar.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name (PC):</strong> Jean-Paul Lesperance (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=193964.msg9473789#msg9473789)<br><strong>Year/House:</strong> 3rd year / Ombrelune<br><strong>Relationship Status:</strong> Single<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Grey wizard robes, with a black bowtie.<br><strong>Location:</strong> Carriage, Paris, France<br><strong>Date:</strong> Sept. 1st<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Leonore, Luc-Ambroise<br><br><hr><br>Jean-Paul always had many thoughts running through his head, which always tended to make him feel distant. Not that he knew or minded, but that was also why he didn't really notice the awkwardness that the other two seemed to feel. As the newcomer finally introduced himself, Jean-Paul recognized the name. As Leonore explained, he said, "Oh yes, I recognize the name now. I remember that one game you did particularly well in as well, good thing we won that game." Then he continued, "If my eyesight was a little better I may have recognized your face, but I can't bear to wear the silly glasses my parents got me." adding a nonchalant shrug to go with that. "Good thing you're not the Seeker, otherwise I'd be competing against you this year in tryouts." he added, with a sideways glance at Ambroise.<br><br>"Would you like one as well?" he said, holding out another package of the Chocolate Frog towards Ambroise in a palm. Right afterwards, he would open his own package, opening it like a box so that the walls would prevent the frog from jumping out. "Well, I guess I'll find out just how much they jump around." he said in response to Leonore.<br><br>"Well, I guess I already told you this, but I'm planning on trying out for Seeker this year." he said, a twinkle in his eye. He then turned to Ambroise to see what he would say. At that moment, the chocolate frog chose to jump out of its container, but luckily Jean-Paul saw it in the corner of his eye and managed to snatch it out of the air, popping it in his mouth. "Mm... Not bad.." he mumbled, as he chewed on the chocolate, then peered into the package to see which card he had gotten, before returning his attention to the older boy.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beauxbatons Academy of Magic - Carriage </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PhantomPistoleer</strong> on <strong>22-01-2014, 17:43:12</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://imalbum.aufeminin.com/album/D20130205/1990-02-wenn-vince-vaughn-861444_H110701_L.jpg)<br><br>(http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_mdzm0psXDX1rlif9vo1_400.jpg)</div><strong>Character Names (NPC):</strong> Abel Lemeux &amp; Kenneth Baudin<br><strong>Year/House:</strong> 3rd Year / Bellefeulle<br><strong>Relationship Status:Single / Single <br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Abel (http://www.geekalerts.com/u/workaholics-bear-coat.jpg) &amp; Ken (http://us.123rf.com/400wm/400/400/lisafx/lisafx0506/lisafx050600140/205763-a-man-in-a-hawaiian-shirt-with-a-lei-and-straw-hat-holding-a-margarita-he-looks-like-he-s-making-a-t.jpg)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Marseilles Carriage<br><strong>Date:</strong> Sept 1<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Ettiene, Constance, Claudette, OPEN<br><br></strong><hr><br>Abel and Ken boarded the carriage, lugging their backpacks and smelling of cigarettes.&nbsp; Abel was wearing a bear and Ken was wearing a Hawaiian shirt with a lei.&nbsp; Both of them threw their bags into the seats next to Claudette and then turned to face Constance and Ettiene.<br><br>&nbsp;"What, you're not going to get up and give your best friend a hug?" Abel suddenly asked, his eyes narrowing with indignation.<br><br>&nbsp;"Look, it's... Now's not the time, Abe.&nbsp; We --"<br><br>&nbsp;" -- Oh, I see how it is.&nbsp; Your best friends decide to travel the muggle way down to Marseilles to rendezvous with you, and suddenly you're too busy for them.&nbsp; Do you know what that's like, Etty?&nbsp; I lived the dream, baby.&nbsp; I know what that's like.&nbsp; I just did it.&nbsp; But I did it all the time before becoming a wizard.&nbsp; And guess what?&nbsp; Wizards know how to travel, darling.&nbsp; They know what they're doing.&nbsp; Traveling Pullman ain't got nothing on traveling on the ole' O.E., if you get what I'm saying."<br><br>&nbsp;"The seats are very uncomfortable.&nbsp; There is very little lumbar support," added Kenny as he began to rotate at the hips, cracking his back.&nbsp; He then smiled down at Constance, put his hands together in prayer, and bowed before her.&nbsp; &nbsp;"You look radiant, Constance.&nbsp; As always."<br><br>&nbsp;"Oh, and the --"<br><br>&nbsp;"God, shut up," Ettiene said as he begrudgingly removed the blanket from his lap and stood up.&nbsp; He stretched his arms out to give Abel a hug.&nbsp; <br><br>But Abel didn't want a hug.&nbsp; He snatched Ettiene's face in his hands, and the two began to tussle a bit -- Ettiene wanted to be free from Abel, but Abel didn't quite want to let go.<br><br>&nbsp;"Frenchmen kiss each other on the lips, Etty!" Abel said as he tried to force his lips against Ettiene's.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;"No they don't!" Ettiene retorted.<br><br>&nbsp;"None of this namby-pamby crap.&nbsp; No cheek to cheek!&nbsp; NO CHEEK TO CHEEK!"&nbsp; Ettiene was doing a good job at avoiding Abel's lips.&nbsp; &nbsp;"God damn you got pudgy!&nbsp; How are you going to make the Quidd --"&nbsp; This was enough to momentarily stun Ettiene, and just enough time for Abel to kiss Ettiene on the lips.&nbsp; Abel let Ettiene go.<br><br>&nbsp;"Are we kissing now?&nbsp; Do I get a kiss?" Kenneth asked.<br><br>&nbsp;"No, you don't get a kiss!" Ettiene said as he brushed his forearm across his lips.&nbsp; But he gave Kenneth a hug.&nbsp; Kenneth really felt it.<br><br>&nbsp;"Because if we're kissing, I would like to be kissed.&nbsp; I mean, I don't think that it's weird.&nbsp; I think that it's nice that we don't let society dictate how we express our fondness for one another."<br><br>&nbsp;"We are not expressing our fondness!" Ettiene said as he sat down and covered his legs with the blanket.<br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beauxbatons Academy of Magic - Carriage </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GnothiSeauton</strong> on <strong>22-01-2014, 20:22:43</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://31.media.tumblr.com/ef53f0bd576e98cb1f035dc7fc9fc8b3/tumblr_mzpvutA3sC1rjpd1ko1_500.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name (PC):</strong>&nbsp; Anders Pedersen<br><strong>Year/House:</strong> Papillonlisse, 5th Year<br><strong>Relationship Status:</strong>&nbsp; Single<br><strong>Wearing:</strong>&nbsp; Link (http://25.media.tumblr.com/b44d3f3281b03c69430f24527119c6ab/tumblr_mzq9wbskPe1rjpd1ko1_500.jpg)<br><strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; Carriage from Lyon<br><strong>Date:</strong>&nbsp; September 1st<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; Gustav Beauvais<br><br><hr><br>Having settled into his seat, Anders was looking forward to the ride to the school.&nbsp; After the last few days he had gone through, all he wanted was something to help take his mind off of the frustrations which were running through his mind.&nbsp; He had been looking out the window, watching the people moving about with his mind on pulling out the paperback in his pocket when a familiar voice cut through the gloom caught his attention.<br><br>Anders had looked up and smiled at the sight of Gustav, quickly moving to make room beside him.&nbsp; As Gustav approached, Anders held out his hand to greet his friend.&nbsp; “I thought I'd take a little vacation before school began.&nbsp; Do a little sightseeing.” He lied.&nbsp; Although he didn't like to lie, especially to those people whom he generally liked and was friendly to, he wasn't too sure he wanted anyone to know what he was doing and had been up to.&nbsp; It felt wrong, a tad impolite and rude.&nbsp; But what he had been doing, searching for his father and answers, wasn't exactly something he wanted to share and risk being thrown into the rumor mill of the school.&nbsp; <br><br>“My summer was alright I guess.&nbsp; Same shit, except for all this...” He remarked.&nbsp; “What about you?&nbsp; I didn't expect to see you on here.&nbsp; Don't you like closer to the Nantes Carriage?&nbsp; How was your summer?”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beauxbatons Academy of Magic - Carriage </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SpiralSpider</strong> on <strong>22-01-2014, 21:27:24</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1226.photobucket.com/albums/ee406/Mostly_roleplay_pictures/People/Males/124_zps06b100c0.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name (PC):</strong> Luc-Ambroise de Sade (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=193964.msg9482367#msg9482367)<br><strong>Year/House:</strong> 4th Year; Ombrelune<br><strong>Relationship Status:</strong> unattached<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> a brown suit and shiny dress shoes<br><strong>Location:</strong> Carriage from Paris, Fance<br><strong>Date:</strong> September 1st<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Jean-Paul Lesperance and Leonore Braun<br><br>"Thank you!" Luc-Ambroise responded to the offer of a chocolate frog and Leo's comment on the suit, "I will be sure to pass along your compliments to my Papa. He follows muggle fashion quite obsessively these days." He looked between the both of them for a moment, turning the candy's package around in his hands, and then began to talk about his passion in sports. "Yes, I was one of the chasers. I hope to continue in that position, luck willing." He laughed a little and waved a hand to dismiss what Jean-Paul had said. "I'm not certain I would have the patience necessary to be Seeker. I'm afraid I might just fall asleep from boredom sitting still for so long - my attention span is not likely my strong suit." The last was somewhat of a lie as far as his attention span was concerned, though boredom would always prove to be his bane. <br><br>"But you..." he went on, narrowing his eyes discerningly and waving his hat towards him, "Judging by the way you caught that rogue frog without even really looking at it... I'd wager a guess that you stand a good chance at scoring the position." He gave him a conspiratorial wink, "I am quite pleased with this. We'll have a new seeker who might just prove to be a secret weapon against the other houses."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beauxbatons Academy of Magic - Carriage </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MabFaerie</strong> on <strong>22-01-2014, 21:35:10</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i127.photobucket.com/albums/p121/Mab_faerie/Elliquiy/Beauxbatons%20Academy/emilie_zps977a0893.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name (PC/NPC):</strong> Emilie Callahan (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=193964.msg9475925#msg9475925)<br><strong>Year/House:</strong> 1st Year<br><strong>Relationship Status:</strong> Single<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Well-loved Travel attire and messenger bag. (http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=110834464)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Bern Carriage<br><strong>Date:</strong> September 1st<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Afanassii Abezi'ana<br><br><hr><br>"Jumped the <em>gun</em>, actually. But you were very close. Bullet and Gun generally being linked with one another, after all." Emilie corrected him, but not in a condescending manner, rather the response flowed of it's own accord, perhaps subtly implying that more studious discussions were her forte.<br>"Afanassii. That is a very lovely name. Not french though, I take it? No, no, sounds more... German? Russian, maybe?" Scrunching up her nose a bit in thought, Emilie ran through various dialects in her head. She wasn't exactly fluent in anything other than French, English and conversational Gaelic, but that hadn't stopped her from having a broad idea of most language origins. Studying the culture of the spoken word was an interesting enough pastime for a girl with no proper friends of her own. <br><br>Speaking of friends, "Ah, yes. Yes. Becoming friends would be nice, sure. I'd like that." Emilie readily agreed although she didn't exactly appear to be taking his word for it. Her track record didn't speak well of such attempts and try as she might she couldn't bring herself to believe that this school year would be any different. How many times had she tried to keep a friendship only to be forgotten, ignored, dismissed or otherwise discarded? Some things were simply not meant to be. Still, she'd promised her Uncle she'd give it another go and here she was. At least if it all went up in flames she could truthfully say she'd tried.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>"I like your cat." Emilie announced, hoping for all the world that her words didn't sound as stupid aloud as they did in her head. A small, displeased cawwing sound drew a quiet laugh forth from Emilie, "Don't worry, Poe. I still like you best." She reassured the tiny bird who settled into silence once more. <br><br>When Afanassii slid into the seat beside Emilie she instinctively slid aside to make room. She realized all too late that she might appear apprehensive because of such actions and wondered if perhaps that too was the case. If anything, she needed to stop second guessing her every thought and action, she got the feeling that it was doing her more harm than good.<br><br>"He doesn't talk. I mean, I don't <em>think</em> he does. Truthfully I've only had him a month or so. He's still a baby, my uncle bought him for me at a magic-run shop in France, If he speaks, he hasn't said anything to me thus far..." Pausing a moment, she added, "Though he appears to make his intent known by cawing, from what I can tell. Uhm, Have you ever owned any birds, Nassi?" She asked, trying out the nickname and immediately deciding against it. For some reason it made her feel like she was being too informal. She wondered if it would upset him if she never used it again. Maybe she should use it for his sake? Maybe she was over-reacting? People were so complex! <br>Somewhere in the midst of all that thought, she also began wondering if she should take Poe out of his cage to let Afanassii pet him, and hoping that Poe wouldn't bite if she tried.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>Tacking on after a moment as if it were an absentminded afterthought, she said, "And for the record, you didn't bother me." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beauxbatons Academy of Magic - Carriage </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Flower</strong> on <strong>22-01-2014, 22:01:04</strong>
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				<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> Anders <hr><br>Hand outstretched, Gustav greeted Anders properly with a firm handshake then cocked his head to the side with a lopsided grin when his friend revealed his reason for being in Lyons. If it had been anyone other than Anders then he might have doubted the man’s statement. Still, Gustav could not resist the perfect moment to harmlessly tease. “Oh man, don't tell me you wasted these last precious days of freedom on guided tours at the Musee Des Arts Decoratifs or the Musee Lumiere.” <br><br>There was a new collection at both locations. The only reason why Gustav knew of their existence was due to his mother’s persistence and strong hand. He had been dragged along with two of his brothers to appreciate objects from eons ago. Not that Gustav held a lack of respect for the arts. But after what felt like the millionth painting or statue, he was ready to be back in the fresh air than some place where touching was not an option. “Or,” he exaggerated the word with his tongue until it sounded like two syllables rather than one. “Were you talking about more…” He shifted his hand through the air as if to illustrate a woman’s curves. "Intricate and soft sightings that Lyon's has to offer? Not exactly like what is found in Pari but just as enjoyable." <br><br>Despite being in a committed relationship with a beautiful girl, Gustav was not blind to other women. However, just like in the museum, he was permitted to look but never ever touch. It was a rule he did not protest within that particular instance. His pleasant demeanor crumbled a bit when Anders questioned his reason for being in Lyons. He should have been prepared for the question but it was easy to forget what one did not wish to remember. “My uncle took a turn for the worst, and we were called to his side. Thankfully, he managed to pull through. A miracle is what the doctors are calling it.” He pressed his lips together into a frustrated smile. “It’s just bothersome. I know there is probably a cure or some form of medicine within the magical world. But his being a muggle which makes matters difficult.” <br><br>Gustav appeared ready to push the topic to the side because he did not want to be the cause for sadness. “Summer was summer. Work to be had during the day and fun at night.” It was no secret he felt more comfortable within the magical world than in the wizarding one. The only reason why he went to Beauxbatons was to learn some control over his natural abilities and with the hope that it would possibly help his family in the long run. “I missed it more than I thought. Home. The smell of my mam’s cooking. My brothers. Margo. Hell, even my dad. I sound like such a titty baby, don't I? I won't lament the entire ride back to school.” 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Beauxbatons Academy of Magic - Carriage </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SpiralSpider</strong> on <strong>22-01-2014, 22:47:13</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1226.photobucket.com/albums/ee406/Mostly_roleplay_pictures/People/Males/Andrej/7968e38f-8592-4d0a-8600-c85f60b33941_zpsac091115.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 <br><br>"Ah! Sorry..." he said, knocking knuckles gently at the side of his head. "Thank you for letting me know; I find my French ever remains a work in progress." He took no offense at her correction and laughed off the silly mistake he'd made before answering her question. "Yes! Russian! You have a very good ear. I'm afraid I haven't quite narrowed down your own accent... are you English, maybe? No... that's not right..." He furrowed his brow while he tried to place it once again and then softened the expression, getting rid of the thought with a shake of his head.<br><br>Her mannerisms were so peculiar that the Russian couldn't help but find her fascinating. He didn't understand how awkward she felt in social situations, reaching out to others was second nature to him. It really was remarkable how opposite they were of each other. "Thank you. She is a good friend as well." he responded, sending a glance to the tabby who had settled into a soft doughnut on his previous seat. He then turned to the crow and addressed him personally. "It is a pleasure to meet you, Monsieur Poe. I like you as well." He bowed at the waist with a mock-show at gentlemanly behavior with the bird. <br><br>"No, I have never had the pleasure of making a bird's acquaintance before. My parents had a small aviary, but they were merely caged birds in the garden who would .. flit about and ignore you no matter how you try to get their attention." For as much as the befuddled girl worried over his name and what to say or not say, he didn't seem to show any indication at being upset with any name she chose to call him - nor ever would. <br><br>"I'm glad I didn't upset you," he said, grinning. "I have a tendency to become a nuisance at times, I believe."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beauxbatons Academy of Magic - Carriage </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Timeless</strong> on <strong>22-01-2014, 22:53:29</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://media.meltyfashion.fr/article-1259538-ajust_930/l-actrice-scarlett-johansson.jpg)</div><br><strong>Character Name (PC):</strong> Leonore Braun (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=193964.msg9474781#msg9474781)<br><strong>Year/House:</strong> Second Year, Ombrelune<br><strong>Relationship Status:</strong> Single<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> This (http://www.dicandiafashion.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/02/Casual-wear-for-women-over-50-434x1024.jpg)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Carriage from Paris, France<br><strong>Date:</strong> September 1st<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Jean-Paul Lesperance, Luc-Ambroise de Sade<br><br><hr><br>The tension in the air seemed to be lifted and she heaved out a small sigh of relief. She listened to what both her seniors conversed about, though a little tad surprised when Jean-Paul mentioned on wanting to try out for the Quidditch team. Leonore never expected for him to be interested in joining the sports but then again, he always seemed to surprise her quite a bit from time to time. "I think you should try out if you want to, Jean-Paul. At least, if it matters, I would be routing for you," she gave a firm nod towards him and then looking to Luc-Ambroise. "Same to you, Ambroise. I really am looking forward to see you play for the team this year too."<br><br>Still, it was rather nice to see the two seniors getting along well now as they talked about the sport. For Leonore, she really didn't had any interest to join the team but she liked to watch the matches and competitions. The little display of skill from Jean-Paul did surprised her a bit and she almost clapped her hand slightly as she was in a bit of awe, and even Luc-Ambroise seemed to had noticed it as well. "Maybe you can add some good word for Jean-Paul, Ambroise? I mean, I'm certain you'll get the Chaser position in the Quidditch them again for this year." She looked from the blonde man, to the darker-skinned senior and then back before smiling a bit wider. She was glad she could introduced them to each other.<br><br>"Nevertheless, what are you both hoping to achieve this year?" The blonde girl asked, glancing down as Weib cocked her little head at her as the owl gazed back up at her with her big eyes. "I mean, other than Quidditch. I'm just hoping for excellent grade for this year like my last one." That was what she really knew about. Just studying, and reading books. Maybe that was why she didn't really had that many friends because she didn't really share a lot of interests or have that many.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Beauxbatons Academy of Magic - Carriage </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GnothiSeauton</strong> on <strong>22-01-2014, 23:49:23</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://31.media.tumblr.com/ef53f0bd576e98cb1f035dc7fc9fc8b3/tumblr_mzpvutA3sC1rjpd1ko1_500.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name (PC):</strong>&nbsp; Anders Pedersen<br><strong>Year/House:</strong> Papillonlisse, 5th Year<br><strong>Relationship Status:</strong>&nbsp; Single<br><strong>Wearing:</strong>&nbsp; Link (http://25.media.tumblr.com/b44d3f3281b03c69430f24527119c6ab/tumblr_mzq9wbskPe1rjpd1ko1_500.jpg)<br><strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; Carriage from Lyon<br><strong>Date:</strong>&nbsp; September 1st<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; Gustav Beauvais<br><br><hr><br>Anders couldn't help but to laugh at Gustav's suggestion of the various sights which could have brought him there.&nbsp; “No, unfortunately.&nbsp; I wish I could say it was.&nbsp; That might have made my summer a little bit more enjoyable.” He commented with a smirk upon his lips.<br><br>Women.&nbsp; It was something Anders always seemed to have trouble with.&nbsp; It wasn't as if he weren't inexperienced.&nbsp; He had had more than a few girlfriends in his life back home.&nbsp; But too often he found himself committing himself more to his academics and sports, rather than trying to find romance.&nbsp; It had always been a difficult balancing act, juggling everything at once to try and even think about a relationship with someone.&nbsp; It was depressing at times, an emptiness inside which he had tried to fill with his schooling and training, but time and time again he had to remind himself of his goals, of actually doing something with his life.<br><br>His smirk faded as Gustav talked about his Uncle and his fading health.&nbsp; He knew better than to drag out the topic, to ask probing questions and learn more.&nbsp; Instead, he offered a brief, solemn nod of his head as he patted him on his shoulder.&nbsp; It was a pain he had felt, something he knew too well.&nbsp; When he had found out the truth of his uniqueness, that he was not an ordinary person but a wizard, he couldn't help but to feel the stab of regret in the pit of his stomach, wishing he could have done more to save his mother.<br><br>“It's always nice to come home after summer.” Anders agreed.&nbsp; “It's nice to be home, with home cooking and friends.&nbsp; But after a while, I can't wait to go back.&nbsp; I've been dying to get on my broom and fly instead of just daydreaming and thinking about it.”
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Beauxbatons Academy of Magic - Carriage </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Flower</strong> on <strong>23-01-2014, 02:29:44</strong>
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				<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> Anders <hr><br>Gustav’s lips shifted into a tight line, creating an expression of confusion upon his face. Silently, he pondered his opinion on Anders’ statement rather than risk being overheard by some of the overzealous bats crawling the carriage. He was not exactly sure if his friend’s summer might have been livelier with the presence of a woman. Women were lacked the savored predictability of a perfectly made ganache. They were both bitter and sweet. Like a coin, one could not be sure which side would end up in the palm of their hand. “Perhaps,” Gustav said thoughtfully, “With the right woman.”<br><br>He almost wished their conversation remained within the safe confines of a probable summer fancy than shift to his uncle's precarious state of being. To see a once prideful and vibrant man brought to his knees by illness was painful to witness even for those hardened to life's unsavory lows. Gustav had witness many creatures die and plenty crop wither from the moment he develop an awareness of his surroundings. Still, it did little to rinse away the pangs of sadness he experienced within the last week when in the company of a dying man. <br><br>He watched Anders face closely as if attempting to read what might lie beneath the surprise of his friend's calm exterior. Gustav merely nodded his head in understanding not agreement to missing Beauxbaton's. Then again, he supposed there were some aspects worthy to be missed. "Brooms," he repeated then spared a glance upward, noticing the tail end of Ander's broom poking out from its compartment. "Believe it or not, I may try out for my house's team this year. I have no idea of what position. Maybe chaser or something. Hell, benchwarmer would be nice rather than being outright denied." Gustav had been tempted to try out last year after a night partaking in liquid courage. But after witnessing the carefree antics of his peers on their fancy brooms, he had grown discouraged by his lack of experience. However, he was hopeful for this school year. Not that much had changed this year other than his resolve being a touch stronger. "How long have you been on the team again? I wouldn't be surprised if you made captain&nbsp; this year." 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Beauxbatons Academy of Magic - Carriage </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GnothiSeauton</strong> on <strong>23-01-2014, 04:13:11</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://31.media.tumblr.com/ef53f0bd576e98cb1f035dc7fc9fc8b3/tumblr_mzpvutA3sC1rjpd1ko1_500.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name (PC):</strong>&nbsp; Anders Pedersen<br><strong>Year/House:</strong> Papillonlisse, 5th Year<br><strong>Relationship Status:</strong>&nbsp; Single<br><strong>Wearing:</strong>&nbsp; Link (http://25.media.tumblr.com/b44d3f3281b03c69430f24527119c6ab/tumblr_mzq9wbskPe1rjpd1ko1_500.jpg)<br><strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; Carriage from Lyon<br><strong>Date:</strong>&nbsp; September 1st<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; Gustav Beauvais<br><br><hr><br>As the topic of conversation turned to Quidditch, Anders' eyes were quick to lighten up.&nbsp; Growing up a muggle had introduced him to all sorts of sports.&nbsp; When he was younger, he had played in almost anything and everything he could, from football to basketball and hockey.&nbsp; But out of everything he played, nothing could quite compare to the experience of Quidditch.<br><br>It was hard to beat the rush of adrenaline, the surge of power, to rip through the air on a broom.&nbsp; High up above the ground, speeding about back and forth across the pitch.&nbsp; It was something that was simply unattainable inany other sport.&nbsp; He had been so nervous, so anxious when he had first gotten upon his broom his first year, terrified to leave the ground.&nbsp; Before that moment, he hadn't even ridden on a plane, much less gotten onto a broomstick.&nbsp; But he had loved every minute of it after the fear died away, replaced with nothing but adrenaline and love of the feeling.<br><br>“You should go out for the team.&nbsp; We all had to start sometime.&nbsp; I went out for it in my second year.” Anders encouraged.&nbsp; “I think you'd make a good Chaser.&nbsp; Bellefueille could use some more.&nbsp; Seems like you have the build for it.&nbsp; Just don't hold it against me if I block your shots when you play Papillonlisse.”<br><br>He could remember his first time going out for the Quidditch team, how both nervous and excited he was at the opportunity.&nbsp; He hadn't slept for days before the trials to see who would be on the team.&nbsp; “I think I'd rather kill myself than go out for Captain.&nbsp; I get busy enough as it is with classes and duties.&nbsp; I don't know if I could find the time to try to schedule practices around everyone else's schedules and come up with game plans.” He admitted.<br><br>“Tell you what...&nbsp; Think about it some, and if you want to do it, I'd be more than happy to help practice with you, show you some tricks and stuff.&nbsp; Get you ready for try-outs.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beauxbatons Academy of Magic - Carriage </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SpiralSpider</strong> on <strong>23-01-2014, 04:16:01</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1226.photobucket.com/albums/ee406/Mostly_roleplay_pictures/People/twins/Yuri%20and%20Eri%20Ebihara/eebihara_zps99cc80fa.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name (PC):</strong> Akiko Tengan (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=193964.msg9484200#msg9484200)<br><strong>Year/House:</strong> 2nd year / Papillionlisse<br><strong>Relationship Status:</strong> single<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> the Beauxbatons uniform<br><strong>Location:</strong> Paris carriage<br><strong>Date:</strong> September 1st<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open to those on the Paris carriage.<br><br>When Akiko finally boarded the blue carriage in the French capitol, it was already buzzing with conversation. A small group of what appeared to be the ambitious and resourceful Ombrelune were near the back, chatting about Quidditch; this provided a convenient distraction for many of the other students so that the shy twin could find her way to a secluded seat without being noticed by many. She was grateful for that, since she had shown up late enough that she feared she might miss the departure. <br><br>Things were always surreal when Minako wasn't around. She felt a bit lost and not entirely herself without her more outgoing sister there to speak for her and take the reins of any social interactions. She knew no one aboard so far and so felt it best to keep to herself. Her fox kit was nestled in her lap in a little ball so that he looked almost like a muff against the blue of her embroidered uniform as she held her hands folded in her lap. She kept her eyes cast out the window or downward and secretly hoped that she'd draw no attention to herself.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Beauxbatons Academy of Magic - Carriage </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Loves</strong> on <strong>23-01-2014, 04:20:33</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"></span><div class="floatright">(http://i975.photobucket.com/albums/ae240/samanthamazur/ConnieAvie_zps1bd48eb5.jpg)</div><div class="floatright"><strong><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">Character Name PC:</span></strong> Constance Maree Jeannie Beauregard&nbsp; <br>(goes by Connie) (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=193964.msg9449326#msg9449326)<br><strong>Relationship Status:</strong> Dating &nbsp;Ettiene Bonhomme &nbsp;(http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=193964.msg9427792#msg9427792)<br><strong>House and Year</strong> Papillonlisse, second year student <br><strong>Location:</strong>Carriage from Marseilles<br><strong>Date:</strong> September 1st <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Ettiene, Claudette,&nbsp; Abel and Ken, Open <br><br>*wearing (http://media-cache-ec0.pinimg.com/736x/a5/4e/85/a54e855a2c8caa9d55da19e04dccd585.jpg)<br>*note, she is not wearing the hat* <br></div><div class="floatleft">(http://i975.photobucket.com/albums/ae240/samanthamazur/dFNG5BTi033S_zpsa5e722e0.jpg)</div><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Character Name PC:</strong> Claudette Nadeen Touchet&nbsp; <br>(goes by Claud) (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=193964.msg9460236#msg9460236)<br><strong>Relationship Status:</strong> Single<br><strong>House and Year</strong> Ombrelune, second year student <br><strong>Location:</strong>Carriage from Marseilles<br><strong>Date:</strong> September 1st <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Constance, Ettiene, Abel and Ken, Open <br><br>*wearing (http://fashionistatrends.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/10/classy-outfits-44.jpg)<br></span><br><br><br><hr><br><br><br>For the love of all things French! What did a girl have to do to make Ettiene see what&nbsp; he was saying was ridiculous! Give up money for love! Love didn’t keep food on the table! Love didn’t bring you pretty clothes, fancy shoes and jewelry to bring out your pretty green eyes! Love was nothing but an over played card for nitwits! She knew if she could only get Ettiene alone that Claudette could seduce him into seeing things her way, and show him just how much better a woman with experience could be when compared to the impressionable, naive, and too sweet to be true Constance. <br><br><strong>”The only thing I am up to is protecting my darling, sweet Constance. All she ever does is cry when you two are together. Oh sure, it’s all sunshine and smiles now, but add stress of the day to day school life, not to mention the guilt filled letters from her folks and she is in a flood of tears every time you let her down. So do not try to blame me for your unhappiness…”</strong> As she spoke, Claudette leaned in closer towards Ettiene, narrowing her eyes to aide her speech and appear as if she was only looking out for her friends best interest. <br><br>Constance had gone from the serene, love filled gaze she held just for Ettiene, to the horrified expression that matched the shocked gasp of breath that had caught in the back of her throat. What was Claudette saying? Ettiene could never make her cry! It wasn’t his fault that their families didn’t want to see them together. That didn’t diminish their love for each other, in fact their time away this summer had done more to bring them closer than anything had before!<br><br><strong>”No, no Claudette! My Ettiene loves me. He does not make me cry...being away from him makes me cry. I can not bear it! Do you not see how much we love each other? If you were my friend Claudette you would not be saying such things!”</strong><br><br>Claudette had about reached her patience level when Miss Veela began her plea for understanding. It was on the tip of her tongue to release the storm of her her temper on the girl when Ettiene’s mates suddenly appeared out of nowhere. Claud had been so angry she hadn’t noticed their arrival, which, considering their ridiculous getup was a feat in itself! <br><br>The argument was instantly put on hold. <br><br><strong>”Hey! Watch it!”</strong> complained Claudette as she shoved away the bag that had tipped over onto her lap. <strong>”What is wrong with you two? Do you not own a mirror? Idiots! Both of you!”</strong> Claudette rolled her eyes as the good natured teasing began between the men. She looked at Constance and shook her head in complete disgust. <strong>”Why are you smiling? Honestly Constance, don’t encourage them!”</strong><br><br>Constance was enchanted by Ettiene friends. Both were lighthearted and filled with mischief, but more importantly, they had always been kind to her..even when she and Ettiene were fighting. <strong>”I adore them both”</strong> explained Constance, changing seamlessly from being upset over the argument, to smiling as if the bitter words had never been spoken. <br><br><strong>”Abel! That coat!”</strong> giggled Constance <br><br><strong>”It suits him”</strong> grumbled Claudette <strong>”I can see him laying on the floor before a fire with a lovely dead look in his eyes.”</strong> <br><br><strong>”Oh no, do not say such things Claud. Abel you look like a giant teddybear it makes me want to cuddle you!”</strong> countered Connie, smiling widely as she looked at the young man in the bear coat. <br><br>Again Claudette rolled her eyes as she looked over at Kenneth. <strong>”That is the most ridiculous hat I have ever seen...you stink of cigarettes and sweat.”</strong> leaning towards the discarded bags she sniffed at the offending odor and wrinkled her nose in disgust. <strong>”I hope you do not intend on keeping those rat infested bags near me! I insist that you remove them immediately!”</strong><br><br><strong>”Oh stop being so mean Claudette, the bags are not completely terrible. Where is your sense of humor?”</strong> asked Connie as she looked toward her boyfriend and smiled. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beauxbatons Academy of Magic - Carriage </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PhantomPistoleer</strong> on <strong>23-01-2014, 05:25:32</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://imalbum.aufeminin.com/album/D20130205/1990-02-wenn-vince-vaughn-861444_H110701_L.jpg)<br><br>(http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_mdzm0psXDX1rlif9vo1_400.jpg)</div><strong>Character Names (NPC):</strong> Abel Lemeux &amp; Kenneth Baudin<br><strong>Year/House:</strong> 3rd Year / Bellefeulle<br><strong>Relationship Status:Single / Single <br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Abel (http://www.geekalerts.com/u/workaholics-bear-coat.jpg) &amp; Ken (http://us.123rf.com/400wm/400/400/lisafx/lisafx0506/lisafx050600140/205763-a-man-in-a-hawaiian-shirt-with-a-lei-and-straw-hat-holding-a-margarita-he-looks-like-he-s-making-a-t.jpg)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Marseilles Carriage<br><strong>Date:</strong> Sept 1<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Ettiene, Constance, Claudette, Jacqueline, OPEN<br><br></strong><hr><br>It was true that Ken and Abel had always been nice to Constance.&nbsp; As a general rule, Kenneth was nice to everyone, but Abel could be a bit churlish.&nbsp; It came as a surprise to Constance once, long ago, when Abel approached her during lunch during the winter of her first break-up with Ettiene.&nbsp; What were his words to her?&nbsp; Ah, yes.&nbsp; They were these:&nbsp; &nbsp;"Look, doll, I was never here.&nbsp; But you and Ettiene need to get this ship rolling.&nbsp; I know you've got disagreements, but who doesn't?&nbsp; The man looks like you killed his puppy.&nbsp; Don't tell him I said that.&nbsp; I couldn't have said that because I was never here.&nbsp; I want you to remember that.&nbsp; But forget I was here.&nbsp; Holy shit, your entire table looks different from ours.&nbsp; This croissant!&nbsp; <em>Chomp!</em>&nbsp; This is delicious.&nbsp; How are you guys so thin?"<br><br>Ever since, Ken and Abel had <em>both</em> of their backs.&nbsp; But that's just the sort of guys that Ken and Abel were.&nbsp; And for that matter, that was the sort of guy that Ettiene was, too.&nbsp; Always willing to go down aboard a ship.<br><br>&nbsp;"Namaste, Claudette," Ken said as he bowed to her.&nbsp; &nbsp;"I do not actually think that there is anything wrong with anyone, and that if we were born perfect then we wouldn't need to experience all of this."&nbsp; Ken gesticulated with his hands, closing and opening his hands above his head.&nbsp; &nbsp;"But we are here.&nbsp; And this is happening to us.&nbsp; So we need to live and learn to be better.&nbsp; There is always room for improvement."<br><br>&nbsp;"That is deep, Kenny," Abel said, pressing his head against his shoulder and then bopping his chest.&nbsp; &nbsp;"Sometimes, I feel like when I'm talking to you, I'm talking to a wise old man.&nbsp; You are reaching that level, my man."<br><br>Kenny was too humble to accept such a compliment.&nbsp; He simply chuckled and shook his head.<br><br>&nbsp;"Hello to you too, Claudette," Abel said, eyeing Claudette wearily.&nbsp; While Kenneth was able to forgive everyone, the same couldn't be said about Abel.&nbsp; Abel knew what Claudette was up to.&nbsp; He knew that she secretly wanted Ettiene Bonhomme all to herself.&nbsp; He couldn't blame her.&nbsp; What was there not to like?&nbsp; It was unfortunate that the man was infatuated with her best friend.&nbsp; So, while Abel did pity her a little bit, he didn't brook her trespasses.&nbsp; Still, even he had to reconsider telling her off on the train.&nbsp; You could never quite trust an Ombrelune, especially one as petty as Claudette.<br><br>&nbsp;"Hope you had a wonderful summer!&nbsp; I know I did.&nbsp; I found myself a girl that liked me back," he said.&nbsp; Then, drawing closer and in a faint whisper, he added:&nbsp; "Did you find yourself a boy that liked you back?&nbsp; Or are you still hung up on the same guy <em>who will never see you that way</em>?&nbsp; You know, from before?&nbsp; Nah, don't answer that."<br><br>He had reconsidered his reconsideration and had to at least leave things like that.<br><br>&nbsp;"We had a great summer," Kenneth said.&nbsp; &nbsp;"I have a limited memory of it, but what I can remember was really far out."<br><br>&nbsp;"That's right.&nbsp; Thanks, Connie.&nbsp; This year, I'm trying to be alpha.&nbsp; And there is really no animal more alpha than a -- holy shit!" he suddenly said, falling to the floor of the carriage.&nbsp; His eyes grew wide, his face turned red and he was staring daggers at Ettiene.&nbsp; &nbsp;"Ettiene, Jacqueline protocols go into effect whenever Jacqueline and I are in the same goddamn space.&nbsp; The last time I checked, a carriage was the same goddamned space.&nbsp; You failed me hard, brother.&nbsp; Now give me your jacket!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beauxbatons Academy of Magic - Carriage </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PhantomPistoleer</strong> on <strong>23-01-2014, 06:18:51</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://media-cache-ec0.pinimg.com/236x/f8/69/4d/f8694d3a2bd7f1ca1e1f3e052c5c30df.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong>&nbsp; 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<br><strong>House and Year:</strong>&nbsp; Bellefeulles 3rd Year<br><strong>Date:</strong> September 1st <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Connie, Claudette, 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>Ettiene, frustrated and angry with Claudette, was relieved that Abel and Ken interrupted him before he said something that he was going to regret.&nbsp; He was also relieved that every allegation that she made was repudiated by his Constance.&nbsp; He didn't want to argue with Claudette, but it was almost like he was naturally inclined to.&nbsp; He didn't actually hate her.&nbsp; In fact, he actually thought that, when she wasn't being protective of Constance, she was very nice.&nbsp; She was attentive and fun to talk to.<br><br>He didn't share Constance or Claudette's approval or disapproval of Ken and Abel's get-up.&nbsp; The girls really didn't know what those boys could get into.<br><br>&nbsp;"... The Jacqueline Protocol?" he asked Abel.&nbsp; He closed his eyes, tilted his head back and tried to remember.&nbsp; &nbsp;"Oh, the Jacqueline Protocol."&nbsp; He turned to Constance.&nbsp; &nbsp;"The Jacqueline Protocol is this thing where we inform Abel if Jacqueline Bouchard is in the room, like, immediately.&nbsp; Abel is aware that he has several... grating personality traits."<br><br>&nbsp;"Your.&nbsp; Jacket.&nbsp; Now!" Abel hissed.<br><br>&nbsp;"No, you idiot," Ettiene said.&nbsp; &nbsp;"Your arms are so much longer than mine.&nbsp; That woman is going to totally notice that this isn't your jacket.&nbsp; She's one of those people that notices things like that."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beauxbatons Academy of Magic - Carriage </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AdrianZef</strong> on <strong>23-01-2014, 06:26:44</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/8/86/Frchar.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name (PC):</strong> Jean-Paul Lesperance (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=193964.msg9473789#msg9473789)<br><strong>Year/House:</strong> 3rd year / Ombrelune<br><strong>Relationship Status:</strong> Single<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Grey wizard robes, with a black bowtie.<br><strong>Location:</strong> Carriage, Paris, France<br><strong>Date:</strong> Sept. 1st<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Leonore, Luc-Ambroise<br><br><hr><br>"If catching chocolate frogs was all it took to become Seeker... I would certainly be a lot fatter." he said, as a little bit of chocolate was still in his mouth. He finally swallowed the last bit of it as Leonore finished talking. He smiled at her, appreciating the support, but added, "I hope I don't need any help to become the Seeker. If I do, that means there may be someone else out there better than me, right? And of course we want to win this year, so that wouldn't do at all." he said, quite pragmatically. And Jean-Paul wasn't really the type to ask for help. He looked back at Leonore, "However, I put my chances at 60%, so I'm rather hopeful." he said. "I could use some practice flying, though. I signed up for the Flying elective this year, so hopefully that will help."<br><br>Jean-Paul nodded in response to Leonore's own answer to her own question, "Well obviously my grades are going to be as good as last year." he said, a little over-confidently. "I'm not sure what other goals I would have outside of that and Quidditch, though. And exploring, of course. Third years are allowed to go to the village finally, so I wonder if it's really as exciting as they all say it is." he said, pondering. Then he turned to Ambroise, remembering that he was a fourth-year student. "Say... you would know all about that, right? What's the village like? Or really, what's it like to be able to leave Beauxbatons on any weekend?
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beauxbatons Academy of Magic - Carriage </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MabFaerie</strong> on <strong>23-01-2014, 06:34:41</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i127.photobucket.com/albums/p121/Mab_faerie/Elliquiy/Beauxbatons%20Academy/emilie_zps977a0893.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name (PC/NPC):</strong> Emilie Callahan (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=193964.msg9475925#msg9475925)<br><strong>Year/House:</strong> 1st Year<br><strong>Relationship Status:</strong> Single<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Well-loved Travel attire and messenger bag. (http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=110834464)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Bern Carriage<br><strong>Date:</strong> September 1st<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Afanassii Abezi'ana<br><br><hr><br>"Actually, I'm Irish. Oh, but, uhm, I lived in America for a few years and France for another so I guess it's a bit of an odd mix now. I <em>think</em> it's predominantly Irish though, with weird undertones popping up here and there, probably. I certainly don't blame you for being unable to trace it, at any rate." Emilie explained her accent, curious as to whether others might find it strange or if she was just worrying needlessly again.<br><br>When Afanassii bowed to Poe, Emilie found herself unable to suppress a laugh. It was a strange thing for him to do for a bird but also sort of charming at the same time. Somehow she couldn't help but be willing to play along with it.<br>"Well now I just look uncultured!" Emilie teased, already forming a plan in mind.<br>&nbsp;<br>Not to be outdone, the Irish girl stood and faced the tabby cat. With a bit more flourish and formality than was necessary, she gave the cat an equally classic bow and announced, "Lovely to meet you, I do not think I have had the pleasure of learning your name. Mine is Emilie Callahan. I hope we will be great friends."<br><br>Chuckling still she returned to her seat and glanced back to Afanassii, a bit of an embarrassed twinge of red to her cheeks, "Sorry, that must have seemed very silly of me, yes?" <br>Waiting a beat, she added, "Well either way it's too late to take it back. If I should look like a fool at least it is only in front of one person and not an entire school." She wondered for a moment if perhaps that was what friendship was about? The willingness to look like an idiot in front of a crowd and not caring about the outcome? She wasn't so sure she had it right. For the most part it just seemed too simple an answer. <br><br>"I don't think you're a nuisance at all. I mean, I hardly know you so my judgement call probably isn't worth much if we're being frank, but you seem nice enough... and, well, nice is good. right?" Offering a shy smile, Emilie glanced away and out the window for a moment before pondering aloud, "I wonder when the carriage will be leaving. We've been here for some time, don't you think?"<br><br>Excluding shopkeeps and tourist guides, this was probably the longest conversation Emilie had experienced in quite some time. Part of her hoped that perhaps she was making progress, while another part supposed that there is always something to be said for people going one-way on a carriage with no option to leave. <br>She didn't want to kid herself after all, it wasn't as if Afanassii (or anyone else in the carriage for that matter) would just be planning to hop off at a moments notice. She might be making a friend, or she might just be conversing with someone too polite to move to another part of the carriage. She hoped it was the former because the latter was too depressing to think about for any great length.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beauxbatons Academy of Magic - Carriage </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>23-01-2014, 07:49:43</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1171.photobucket.com/albums/r554/onilobo1/Matias_zpsc39430f2.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name (PC/NPC):</strong> Professor Chevalier<br><strong>Year/House:</strong> Bellefeuille's Head of House<br><strong>Relationship Status:</strong> Single with a few Amis-Amants <br><strong>Wearing:</strong> &lt;-- Blue Suit<br><strong>Location:</strong> Marseille Carriage<br><strong>Date:</strong> September 1<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; Prof. Washington with an eye kept on the students in the carriage <hr><br>"Compared to what I have seen with some of our girls...and boys, no offense meant, you are a novice at breaking hearts."Matias turned and teased "The Warden" before he subtly ran his fingers down the back of her leg, the same one that "happened" to be rubbing against him since he sat down. Matias first glass was starting to look a little empty but he had plenty more in the basket to survive the entire trip. He could have flown, but he liked seeing the nervous first years and gauge their interaction with the returning students (If any).<br><br>Matias looked down the aisle and spotted some returning students, some new faces and the pockets of chatter that arouse. Everything seemed normal, eternal loves, jealousy, teenage awkwardness. "If you are trying to seduce me you are going to need to try harder. Are you willing to make a wager on that, little Ms. Priss?" He asked nonchalantly as he opened the basket and pulled out the bottle of wine to top of their glasses. The book was close and placed aside, allowing them to enjoy their drinks and the food. The moment she made eye contact with him he mouthed a few words before his signature little smirk flashed. <em>How sure are you...</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beauxbatons Academy of Magic - Carriage </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ArtemisHighmore</strong> on <strong>23-01-2014, 07:50:56</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www4.images.coolspotters.com/photos/718362/kit-harington-profile.png)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong> Valter Endresen (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=193964.25) <br><strong>Year/House:</strong> First year<br><strong>Relationship Status:</strong> Single<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> This, minus the watch. (http://i.imgur.com/VYnlHlg.jpg)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Carriage from Marseille, in the back.<br><strong>Date:</strong> September 1st<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Jacqueline Bouchard, Open<br><br><br>Valter had the sensation that he was being watched, doing his best to ignore it. At first he suspected that it was the trio that was conversing in such a heated manner. Perhaps they had spotted him gazing in their direction and were now conversing about him. He sincerely hoped that they were not as that was the last thing that he really wanted to deal with at the moment. Truly it would not be a good first step to start off the school year in such a strange place with the judgments of older students already upon him. Silently bidding himself to just ignore them, he scooted himself a little lower in his seat, attempting to focus on the pages before him while silently wishing that the coach would just take off already.<br><br>&nbsp;<em>“Welcome to my personal hell called the Marseilles Carriage.” She greeted, offering a hand to him.&nbsp; “First year?&nbsp; I'm Jacqueline.”</em><br><br>He winced slightly at the voice, knowing full well that it was directed at him. For a long moment he kept his nose in his book, debating with himself over what he should do. He could try to ignore her and maybe she would go away but that seemed like such a rude thing to do and he could only imagine the words that his mother and father might say if they were to ever learn that he was rude to someone on his first day, especially a woman. <br><br>Exhaling slowly to try and settle his nerves, he gave her words a moment to sink in, suddenly understanding that she was actually offering him a warm gesture, something that he hadn’t really been expecting. Purposely closing his book, he looked up to the girl before him, praying that he wasn’t blushing from being so awkward in such a simple situation. <br><br>“Hello…” It was Norwegian and he blanched. What a fool he was to speak in a foreign tongue. His nerves were truly getting the better of him today. Clearing his throat, he could feel the heat in his cheeks as he focused on French, praying that it wasn’t too broken and coarse for her to understand.. “Sorry… I meant hello. Yes this is my first year. So nervous. I hardly knew about this side of me…”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beauxbatons Academy of Magic - Carriage </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SpiralSpider</strong> on <strong>23-01-2014, 07:51:26</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1226.photobucket.com/albums/ee406/Mostly_roleplay_pictures/People/Males/124_zps06b100c0.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name (PC):</strong> Luc-Ambroise de Sade (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=193964.msg9482367#msg9482367)<br><strong>Year/House:</strong> 4th Year; Ombrelune<br><strong>Relationship Status:</strong> unattached<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> a brown suit and shiny dress shoes<br><strong>Location:</strong> Carriage from Paris, Fance<br><strong>Date:</strong> September 1st<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Jean-Paul Lesperance and Leonore Braun<br><br>"Maybe you can add some good word for Jean-Paul, Ambroise? I mean, I'm certain you'll get the Chaser position in the Quidditch them again for this year."&nbsp; Leonore's words sent the Sade boy on an introverted trip. Even if he had thought Jean-Paul needed it - or deserved it - putting a good word in for him would mean dealing with those in charge of the team, an action that couldn't be completed without petitioning their captain. It was an all together unpleasant thought that Luc-Ambriose would end up indebted to the man. He had a complicated relationship with Bastien, the details of which were known only between the two of them. And now, the sixth year student was one of the few people who had a real effect on Ambroise's psyche. He'd rather not deal with him at all, but his pride and love of the game made it a necessary evil, though he did all he could to keep it to a minimum. <br><br><strong>"I hope I don't need any help to become the Seeker. If I do, that means there may be someone else out there better than me, right? And of course we want to win this year, so that wouldn't do at all."</strong> Jean Paul's response brought him back into the moment. His eyes jerked back towards the two of them and he gave a wry smile. "Precisely!" he said, delighted at Jean-Paul's putting the team first. "I kept my eye on the new students last year and I didn't see many that would make a fair run at Seeker, so I agree. Your chances are quite good."<br><br>"The village?" Ambroise repeated, giving a noncommittal shrug. "I suppose it's all in the title, really. There are a few shops and hang out spots but nothing too engrossing. But, I must admit I am biased. I greatly prefer the hustle and bustle of a large city like Paris so I come to view Beauxbatons village as a place the pales in comparison, although it is definitely welcome as an escape from the confines of school."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beauxbatons Academy of Magic - Carriage </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GnothiSeauton</strong> on <strong>23-01-2014, 13:47:22</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://25.media.tumblr.com/e58b169ad3a561f1b86c5d0bd241f7d7/tumblr_mzmh064agc1rjpd1ko1_1280.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name (PC):</strong>&nbsp; Jacqueline Bouchard<br><strong>Relationship Status:</strong>&nbsp; Single<br><strong>Wearing:</strong>&nbsp; This little number (http://25.media.tumblr.com/c20cae6b9553f39d911df80c1d30f3f8/tumblr_mzdkyl91L11rjpd1ko1_1280.jpg)<br><strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; Marseille Carriage<br><strong>Date:</strong>&nbsp; September 1st<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; Valter Endresen<br><br><hr><br>For what seemed like the longest moment she stood there, feeling more and more like a fool as he sat with his nose buried in a book.&nbsp; Her patience was slowly running out, and as she considered turning around and heading back to her seat, clearly taking the hint she was not wanted, he looked up, blushing in the awkward moment.&nbsp; She offered a smile in response.<br><br>“Don't worry.&nbsp; I'm sure a lot of people feel the same way when they find out all about this.” Jacqueline offered.&nbsp; “I was a nervous wreck last year, not knowing what to expect or to do at first.&nbsp; It gets better.”<br><br>Her eyes wandered, glancing up into the window, when the reflection of the scene unfolding behind her caught her attention.&nbsp; She couldn't help but to let out a slight groan of annoyance at the sight of Ken and Abel behind her.&nbsp; The last thing she wanted on Earth was to be stuck with the two of them for any amount of time, let alone be stuck with them in a carriage ride to the school.&nbsp; It hadn't seemed as if they had noticed her at the moment, a slight blessing she was more than willing to take.<br><br>“I really hate to cut this short, but you see those two idiots behind me?” She asked, nudging her head back towards the small group of Ken, Abel, Ettiene, Constance, and Claudette.&nbsp; “If I don't get out of here before they notice me, it'll be an absolute nightmare.&nbsp; Sorry.&nbsp; I hope you have a good year...” Jacqueline said before slipping off into the crowd, making it back to her seat as fast and quietly as she could in the hopes of not having been seen by either Ken or Abel.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beauxbatons Academy of Magic - Carriage </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Loves</strong> on <strong>23-01-2014, 17:00:51</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i975.photobucket.com/albums/ae240/samanthamazur/ConnieAvie_zps1bd48eb5.jpg)</div><div class="floatright"><strong><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">Character Name PC:</span></strong> Constance Maree Jeannie Beauregard&nbsp; <br>(goes by Connie) (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=193964.msg9449326#msg9449326)<br><strong>Relationship Status:</strong> Dating &nbsp;Ettiene Bonhomme &nbsp;(http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=193964.msg9427792#msg9427792)<br><strong>House and Year</strong> Papillonlisse, second year student <br><strong>Location:</strong>Carriage from Marseilles<br><strong>Date:</strong> September 1st <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Ettiene, Claudette,&nbsp; Abel and Ken, Open<br><br>*wearing (http://media-cache-ec0.pinimg.com/736x/a5/4e/85/a54e855a2c8caa9d55da19e04dccd585.jpg)<br>*note, she is not wearing the hat* <br></div><div class="floatleft">(http://i975.photobucket.com/albums/ae240/samanthamazur/dFNG5BTi033S_zpsa5e722e0.jpg)</div><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Character Name PC:</strong> Claudette Nadeen Touchet&nbsp; <br>(goes by Claud) (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=193964.msg9460236#msg9460236)<br><strong>Relationship Status:</strong> Single<br><strong>House and Year</strong> Ombrelune, second year student <br><strong>Location:</strong>Carriage from Marseilles<br><strong>Date:</strong> September 1st <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Constance, Ettiene, Abel and Ken, Open <br><br>*wearing (http://fashionistatrends.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/10/classy-outfits-44.jpg)<br></span><br><br><br><hr><br>Claudette gritted her teeth and prayed for patience. It was a wish that was destined to fall upon deaf ears. She narrowed&nbsp; her eyes as she looked up at Kenneth and imagined stabbing him with that ridiculous hat! And when his partner in stupidity piped in Claudette again had to roll her eyes. <strong>”A bucket full of cow manure is also deep, that doesn’t make it worth anything! The only way I see this situation improving is if you somehow fell out of the carriage.”</strong><br><br><strong>”Claudette!”</strong> gasped Connie in horror. <br><br>Holding her hand up as if to tell the part Veela to be quiet the muggleborn witch turned her attention to Abel. <strong>”I spent my summer working and dealing with drunks and loudmouths, so no...it wasn’t pleasant. No! I didn’t find a boy who <em>liked me back</em>. I’m so pleased you were able to find the only girl to find you the least bit attractive. My money is on her being a blind, deaf, and mute imbecile.”</strong> <br><br>Again Connie was shocked by the actions of her friend. Something horrible must have happened to her during the summer for her to be behaving so badly. Instantly Constance felt guilty. There she was glowing from the love she had with Ettiene and her dear Claudette was hurting inside. <strong>”You do not mean what you say! You are tired, oui? That is the reason for such unflattering behavior, non?”</strong><br><br>Standing Claude gathered her things and glared down at her “friend”. She had reached enough her fill of the gong show and now needed time alone in order to reclaim her sanity. <strong>”Yes Constance. That must be it. I am tired. Tired of everything and everyone! Summer might have been pleasant and relaxing for you Constance, but not all of us live such a charmed life!”</strong> <br><br>Constance felt helpless as a newborn kitten as she watched Claudette move further back into the carriage to take a new seat away from herself and the three boys now arguing over protocol. Slumping in her seat, Connie turned away to look out of the window. A single tear rolled down her cheek. She felt awful. She had accused her dearest friend of behaving badly, when all along it had been she that had been unfeeling. Unfeeling towards Claudette, who was obviously hurting. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beauxbatons Academy of Magic - Carriage </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Timeless</strong> on <strong>23-01-2014, 17:09:15</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://media.meltyfashion.fr/article-1259538-ajust_930/l-actrice-scarlett-johansson.jpg)</div><br><strong>Character Name (PC):</strong> Leonore Braun (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=193964.msg9474781#msg9474781)<br><strong>Year/House:</strong> Second Year, Ombrelune<br><strong>Relationship Status:</strong> Single<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> This (http://www.dicandiafashion.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/02/Casual-wear-for-women-over-50-434x1024.jpg)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Carriage from Paris, France<br><strong>Date:</strong> September 1st<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Jean-Paul Lesperance, Luc-Ambroise de Sade<br><br><hr><br>Warmth rushed to her cheeks then, mostly with Jean-Paul's response but his smile made the young girl feel at ease then. "I'm glad that you want to earn the position with your true skills, Jean-Paul. I do think you have a good chance like what Ambroise said!" she responded, turning to spare a soft smile towards the older blonde man before looking back to Jean-Paul, "Ah, flying.. I don't think I have a knack at that. I decided to take 'Care of Magical Creatures' as for my own elective.." She would had said it was because of her growing interest in them, thanks to a certain good friend of hers, but Leonore felt that it wasn't necessary to inform them.<br><br>Nevertheless, the smile on her lips broadened a bit, "I'm sure your grades would be as excellent as before. That was why I approached you to become my tutor for Charms last year.. I'm glad I did though. I did very well for Charms because of your tutoring." Even if she did do part of his service though in return for his tutoring, Leonore felt it was a very fair trade. As long as she could improve on her studies, Leonore would had done her fair share. "If I need help with my other subjects, at least I know who to go to. Hope you wouldn't mind assisting me this year if that was the case."<br><br>The pretty blonde girl moved her attention to Luc-Ambroise, listening to what he would have to say about the Beauxbatons Village, "That still sounds a tad interesting. I doubt I would get a chance to see the village until next year, if I was chosen to do the village service, that is. I'm dearly hoping to get the library service for this year too.." <br><br>She blinked her eyes then, keeping her attention focused on the young blonde man and kept her small smile on her lips, "So, Ambroise? How was your holidays?" She gestured towards Jean-Paul with her hand, "I was telling Jean-Paul on why I am taking this carriage instead of the one in Bordeaux. I actually spent the holidays with my uncle and his family who lives here in Paris, you see." She chuckled softly, bringing her hand back to her lap and she played a bit with her little owl as Weib nuzzled her little head against her palm. "It was interesting. I explored a bit of both Muggle and the Wizard sides of Paris, to answer your question, Jean-Paul."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beauxbatons Academy of Magic - Carriage </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SpiralSpider</strong> on <strong>23-01-2014, 19:30:37</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1226.photobucket.com/albums/ee406/Mostly_roleplay_pictures/People/Males/Andrej/7968e38f-8592-4d0a-8600-c85f60b33941_zpsac091115.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 <br><br>"Ah! Irish! Close, but no <em>cigarette!</em>" This time he was obviously mocking himself at the incorrect turn of phrase and leaned in to give the girl a playful wink. "I actually speak English far better than French. I traveled to both England and America with my family a few times."<br><br>His eyes lit up as she began to play into his social game, introducing herself so elegantly. Of course, the cat merely lifted her head a little, regarding the first year student only long enough to ensure that she wasn't going to actually try to pet her. "Only as silly as I." Afanassii said, chuckling. "Her name is Margaritka - the Russian version of the French Marguerite. Daisy in English... she responds to any of them, really." The tabby had settled her head back down and performed a series of ear rotations as he spoke, perking forward each time he said one of her titles. <br><br>"Thank you for being so gracious and kind." He said. "I am so pleased that you'll be in the carriage, last year it was quite barren. And, yes, nice is good... so long as it is not faked, I suppose." The fact that she was smiling now made him feel like he had been at least somewhat successful in their interactions.<br><br>He peered out the window for a long moment and furrowed his brow in concern. She was right, the carriage had been waiting for some time now. Hardly any students were expected to be boarding the carriage from this far out and the strict reputation of their school would make it obvious that it would wait for no one. With a shrug he turned back to the girl at his side. "It can't be long now. With you and the little darling in back -" he shot a gaze over his shoulder to see if the Charms professor's daughter was still happily at play. "... and the Professors, of course, we may just now be full as we will be for this trip."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beauxbatons Academy of Magic - Carriage </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caela</strong> on <strong>24-01-2014, 00:05:17</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/7c/Isaavi.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name (PC/NPC):</strong> Professor Isabeau Washington (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=193964.msg9431124#msg9431124)<br><strong>Relationship Status:</strong> Single<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Outfit (http://i980.photobucket.com/albums/ae282/caela_ecub/Misc%20Story%20Accessories/Clothes/clothes5.jpg), Shoes (http://i980.photobucket.com/albums/ae282/caela_ecub/Misc%20Story%20Accessories/Clothes/shoes8.jpg)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Beauxbaton Carriage from Marseille<br><strong>Date:</strong> Sept. 1<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>Professor Matias Chevalier<br><br><hr><br>Isa chuckled softly when Matias teased her about being a novice at breaking hearts. He was right, it wasn't something she ever did deliberately. As a teenager she'd just been too uptight and had thought, mistakenly, that most of the boys at school (a young Matias included) were simply beneath her notice. She had had far more important, to her, things on her mind than boys and all the fluttery by-plays of teenage romance. As an adult now watching teenagers in the throes of their own teenage romances, she wasn't entirely sure she regretted skipping that particular milestone in her young life. She much preferred her adult dalliances to anything she could have encountered as a teenager.<br><br>Leaning forward to allow him to top off her glass of wine, the subtle drag of his fingers along the back of her calf making her skin shiver just a bit to his touch, she spoke softly, her voice only loud enough for him to hear, though anyone would have been able to see the sensual amusement lighting her eyes, "When I want to seduce you Professor, I promise you, it won't be on a carriage full of teenager," she said, her voice almost carrying a purr that promised she would find him at some point.<br><br>"As for that wager," she said, letting herself lean back, her voice rising to a normal level though most likely ignored by the students caught up in their own affairs and unlikely to be interested in those of their teachers, "What terms are you offering?" she asked, her lips curling into a daring smirk. She was clearly confident of her grandparents having any embarrassing photos of her, though it was, of course, entirely possible that some existed that she was unaware of. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beauxbatons Academy of Magic - Carriage </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Flower</strong> on <strong>24-01-2014, 03:54:46</strong>
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				<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> Anders <hr><br>Even a blind man would have noticed the change in Anders’ demeanor at the mention of witches and wizards’ favorite highflying sport. Gustav had the exact opposite reaction last year when he discovered Quidditch for the first time in his entire life. All those students whirling in the air and not to forget the sound of bones being cracked or popped out of place by bludgers made his heart try to climb out of his body and make a run for the hills. In the end, it was his stomach which succeeded. <br><br>His face flushed bright red with obvious embarrassment at the memory of spewing his guts onto the pitch’s freshly trimmed grass. So why in the hell did he seek to place himself in a predicament where the horrid experience might be repeated? Simply put, Gustav was a masochist. Not really. The true reason was determination and not wanting to cower on the sidelines because of fear. “That’s always been the plan,” Gustav replied honestly with a reassuring pat to his own stomach in attempt to calm his sprouting anxiety. His thick brows rose slightly when Anders mentioned the year in which he joined the Quidditch team.<br><br>“Same year as me.” For whatever reason whether if it was due to Gustav looking up to Anders or not, some of his anxiety about the future tryouts dissipated. At the mention of his house, his mind trekked back in time to recall his first experience as a fan. Words could not describe how he felt. Looking back, he probably never looked more like a muggleborn during his entire first year. It was not until the snitch was captured did he finally release a held breath. His rapture did not stop with the first game. Quidditch, throughout the school year regardless of which house played, was always a marvel to experience even form the safety of the stands. The relaxed grin from earlier reappeared on Gustav’s face before he allowed his body to slouch into the plush cushions of his seat. “I wouldn’t want you to do anything else other than play your best on the field with me. Then afterwards, you can buy me a beer to make up for making me look like a fool.”<br><br>He was actually surprised when Anders seemed resistant to the idea of becoming captain. Gustav always assumed that was one of the upperclassman’s goals. After all, what was the point in all that hard work if one did not move up the hierarchical ladder? He shook his head from side to side at what sounded like excuses then turned slightly in his seat. It seemed time for their roles to switch with Gustav becoming the motivator and Anders the pupil. “Surely there is time! You just need to loosen up that tight schedule of yours or multitask as my man would say. Do your homework at the same as creating a clever play for your grunts. Read a book while leading them through grueling workouts. Anything is possible.” <br><br>Gratefulness and appreciation shadowed Gustav’s face when Anders expressed a willingness to fit him into his routine. “I would appreciate it. In exchange, if I do make the team, I will do my damn hardest to make your life a living hell on the field.”&nbsp; His tone was lighthearted because the possibility of that becoming a reality was slim to none. Gustav became quiet for a moment until he voiced another one of his concerns which haunted him over the summer. "Are you looking forward to any class in particular this year other than you know Care of Magical Animals?" 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beauxbatons Academy of Magic - Carriage </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MabFaerie</strong> on <strong>24-01-2014, 04:59:42</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i127.photobucket.com/albums/p121/Mab_faerie/Elliquiy/Beauxbatons%20Academy/emilie_zps977a0893.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name (PC/NPC):</strong> Emilie Callahan (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=193964.msg9475925#msg9475925)<br><strong>Year/House:</strong> 1st Year<br><strong>Relationship Status:</strong> Single<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Well-loved Travel attire and messenger bag. (http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=110834464)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Bern Carriage<br><strong>Date:</strong> September 1st<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Afanassii Abezi'ana, Annalise(mentioned)<br><br><hr><br>"You speak English? Really?" At this news Emilie seemed strangely delighted and in an instant she had swapped languages as fluidly as one would change clothes, "I had thought it would be best to stick to French, considering Beauxbaton is a French school, but if you are better with English and English is my native language..." She trailed off suggestively before adding, "Well, I mean, do you mind if we just speak English for now? At least for the remainder of the trip, perhaps?" <br><br>It wasn't until she'd turned the thought over in her mind for a moment that she felt the desire to ask,<br>"But wait, you're Russian and you speak better English than you do French, Why are you attending Beauxbaton? Ah, I mean, I'm glad you are! Please don't misunderstand! I just wondered if perhaps there was not a Russian Magic School closer to home than this one? Ah, I suppose that also means I am assuming 'home' is even Russia at all. You may live somewhere else entirely. What do I know? After all, who am I to assume anything, my parents live in America and I'm still going to school all the way in France!" Emilie found herself rambling a bit in an attempt to hide the embarrassment she felt at having made what she considered to be foolish assumptions followed by a row of personal questions and statements. <br><br>Allowing her gaze to fall to her lap, Emilie did her best to ignore the hint of warmth in her face, hoping the faint flush of pink would go away on its own if she didn't think about it too much. She wished she could curb her intrinsic curiosity and stop asking so many damn questions all the time. More than that, she wished she knew the difference between what was the 'right' thing to say and what was 'wrong'. Never asking anything at all seemed polite, but how in the world could people go about their lives simply <em>not knowing</em>?&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>After a moment, she spoke again, choosing a broader topic this time. "You mentioned last year was barren as well? I am correct in believe you to be a returning student then? Could you tell me what the school is like? How are the classes, the houses, is the Library very large? Are you happy there?" Without skipping a beat, she shook her head and corrected herself, amending the prior question to something she considered less personal, "I mean, do you like it there?"&nbsp; With a glance in the direction Afanassii had motioned to, Emilie caught sight of a little girl she hadn't been introduced to yet and smiled, "I think the professors must be kind." Emilie announced, her gaze still on the small girl as she said this.<br>Raising a hand, Emilie offered a short wave in the girls direction, doubting the small child would even notice she'd been looking at her at all.&nbsp; &nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beauxbatons Academy of Magic - Carriage </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PhantomPistoleer</strong> on <strong>24-01-2014, 05:13:04</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://imalbum.aufeminin.com/album/D20130205/1990-02-wenn-vince-vaughn-861444_H110701_L.jpg)<br><br>(http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_mdzm0psXDX1rlif9vo1_400.jpg)</div><strong>Character Names (NPC):</strong> Abel Lemeux &amp; Kenneth Baudin<br><strong>Year/House:</strong> 3rd Year / Bellefeulle<br><strong>Relationship Status:Single / Single <br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Abel (http://www.geekalerts.com/u/workaholics-bear-coat.jpg) &amp; Ken (http://us.123rf.com/400wm/400/400/lisafx/lisafx0506/lisafx050600140/205763-a-man-in-a-hawaiian-shirt-with-a-lei-and-straw-hat-holding-a-margarita-he-looks-like-he-s-making-a-t.jpg)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Marseilles Carriage<br><strong>Date:</strong> Sept 1<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Ettiene, Constance, Claudette, Jacqueline, OPEN<br><br></strong><hr><br>&nbsp;"Claudette, I know that you are trying to insult me," Kenneth said.&nbsp; &nbsp;"But I want to tell you that cow manure is very useful in subsistence farming.&nbsp; It enriches the soil and makes crops hardy.&nbsp; Your insult is like a compliment to me."<br><br>&nbsp;"Bah, don't talk to her, Kenny," Abel said as he lay on the ground, pissed.&nbsp; &nbsp;"She's the worst person in the world."<br><br>Kenneth raised his index finger to signal for Claudette to wait, and then he signaled it to Abel.&nbsp; &nbsp;"No, she isn't the worst person in the world, Abel.&nbsp; That is a very hurtful thing to say.&nbsp; And what have I told you?"<br><br>&nbsp;"... words hurt."<br><br>&nbsp;"That's right, Abel.&nbsp; Words hurt.&nbsp; So what do you say?"<br><br>&nbsp;"All right, fine, fuck it.&nbsp; Claudette?&nbsp; I'm really sorry.&nbsp; I'm so sorry that you are a horrible person who hates life.&nbsp; If it weren't against my better nature, I'd ask you to go chase a snitch off of a building without a broom.&nbsp; And you know what else?&nbsp; Women find me adorable.&nbsp; Look at these cheekbones.&nbsp; They can cut glass.&nbsp; These eyes?&nbsp; Mysterious.&nbsp; I exude mystery and sexiness."&nbsp; This was ironic because he was lying down on the floor of the carriage, changing out of his bear jacket.&nbsp; &nbsp;"And that girl that likes me, she isn't dumb, deaf or blind.&nbsp; She's just epileptic.&nbsp; And epileptic people can find love, baby cakes.&nbsp; It's a progressive world.&nbsp; They can even drive cars!&nbsp; GASP!&nbsp; And they can operate heavy machinery, too.&nbsp; But that is all besides the point.<br><br>"Let me look at your bag, Ettiene!"<br><br>Ettiene let Abel look through his bag.&nbsp; Abel took out Ettiene's designer sun glasses and put them on.<br><br>&nbsp;"How do I look?" Abel asked.<br><br>&nbsp;"Don't put on sunglasses inside of the carriage.&nbsp; C'est tres gauche," Ettiene said, shaking his head, horrified.<br><br>&nbsp;"Jacket!" Abel hissed desperately.<br><br>&nbsp;"No!&nbsp; You will stretch it."<br><br>&nbsp;"Ettiene... when I first met you, I thought you were one of the kindest people I ever met.&nbsp; I was very shy and you let me be me, even though I can be a little weird.&nbsp; I know I'm marching to the beat of my own drum, but you were very accepting and that was very nice.&nbsp; You were also very giving.&nbsp; You bought us snacks and you let us use your broom whenever we wanted.&nbsp; You are one of those people that gives their clothes off of their back to help people.&nbsp; So...<br><br>"For shame, sir!&nbsp; When your friend literally needs your jacket off of your back, you deny him it.&nbsp; I cannot believe it.&nbsp; It's like, you go off in the summer and then you come back, and I'm like, 'where's my friend, Ettiene?&nbsp; Is he here?'&nbsp; And sitting in front of me is this facsimile of my friend!&nbsp; The Ettiene I know would never do that."<br><br>Ettiene sighed and hurled the jacket down at Abel, who groaned painfully as the jacket hit him in the nuts.<br><br>&nbsp;<span style="font-size: 4pt;" class="bbc_size">"Thank you,"</span> Abel said.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beauxbatons Academy of Magic - Carriage </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PhantomPistoleer</strong> on <strong>24-01-2014, 05:30:24</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://media-cache-ec0.pinimg.com/236x/f8/69/4d/f8694d3a2bd7f1ca1e1f3e052c5c30df.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong>&nbsp; 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<br><strong>House and Year:</strong>&nbsp; Bellefeulles 3rd Year<br><strong>Date:</strong> September 1st <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Connie, Claudette, 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>Ettiene was experiencing a whirlwind of emotions.&nbsp; Abel and Ken were just so infuriating.&nbsp; Abel was a stubborn ass who was making the situation with Claudette worse.&nbsp; Kenneth was making him feel guilty about wanting to strangle Abel.&nbsp; This was something that happened on a daily basis, but for whatever reason, Ettiene's patience was on a short fuse.&nbsp; Claudette had whittled his good mood with her cunning words, and now his darling was in tears.&nbsp; This also happened regularly.&nbsp; So, he stood up and very sternly said:<br><br>&nbsp;"Claudette, come back.&nbsp; Let's be friends.&nbsp; We are sorry that you had a rough summer.&nbsp; We don't want to rub it in.&nbsp; Please just come back.&nbsp; I'll make sure that the boys lay off."<br><br>Then, he turned to look at Abel.<br><br>&nbsp;"Abel, wear the jacket, lose the sunglasses.&nbsp; And leave Claudette alone.&nbsp; I will literally sock you in the mouth if you say another thing to her.&nbsp; Look at me, Abel!&nbsp; I want you to know that I mean it.&nbsp; I'm going to literally sock you in the mouth.&nbsp; Protocol Alpha Tier One.&nbsp; Now you know I mean it."<br><br>The three had crazy codes for everything.&nbsp; That's because they were stupid young adults and had too much time on their hands, which they could have used for studying but ha ha ha.&nbsp; Why study?&nbsp; Have you seen the girls that attend this school?<br><br>&nbsp;"Come here, Kenneth.&nbsp; Give me a hug."&nbsp; Ettiene gave Kenneth a hug, cradling the back of his head.&nbsp; It almost looked like Kenneth was crying upon his shoulder.&nbsp; &nbsp;"I am saying strong words right now because I feel very strongly.&nbsp; I don't want to hit Abel in the mouth, but sometimes he deserves a good whallop and you know it.&nbsp; Remember that time that he spiked the birthday cake your mom brought you?&nbsp; Yeah, he totally deserved that fat lip."<br><br>He then sat down, Kenneth sitting beside him.&nbsp; He placed his hand upon Constance's knee and kissed her shoulder.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;"Ma chere, don't cry.&nbsp; Everyone will get along and everything will work out.&nbsp; Come, let's break out the coffee."&nbsp; He then turned to Kenneth. &nbsp;"Go get the snack lady from the station, Kenny.&nbsp; Are you hungry?&nbsp; What about you, Abel?&nbsp; Aw, fuck it.&nbsp; Why am I asking you?&nbsp; You're always hungry."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beauxbatons Academy of Magic - Carriage </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Loves</strong> on <strong>24-01-2014, 06:53:26</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i975.photobucket.com/albums/ae240/samanthamazur/ConnieAvie_zps1bd48eb5.jpg)</div><div class="floatright"><strong><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">Character Name PC:</span></strong> Constance Maree Jeannie Beauregard&nbsp; <br>(goes by Connie) (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=193964.msg9449326#msg9449326)<br><strong>Relationship Status:</strong> Dating &nbsp;Ettiene Bonhomme &nbsp;(http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=193964.msg9427792#msg9427792)<br><strong>House and Year</strong> Papillonlisse, second year student <br><strong>Location:</strong>Carriage from Marseilles<br><strong>Date:</strong> September 1st <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Ettiene, Claudette,&nbsp; Abel and Ken, Open [/size]<br><br>*wearing (http://media-cache-ec0.pinimg.com/736x/a5/4e/85/a54e855a2c8caa9d55da19e04dccd585.jpg)<br>*note, she is not wearing the hat* <br></div><div class="floatleft">(http://i975.photobucket.com/albums/ae240/samanthamazur/dFNG5BTi033S_zpsa5e722e0.jpg)</div><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Character Name PC:</strong> Claudette Nadeen Touchet&nbsp; <br>(goes by Claud) (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=193964.msg9460236#msg9460236)<br><strong>Relationship Status:</strong> Single<br><strong>House and Year</strong> Ombrelune, second year student <br><strong>Location:</strong>Carriage from Marseilles<br><strong>Date:</strong> September 1st <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Constance, Ettiene, Abel and Ken, Open <br><br>*wearing (http://fashionistatrends.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/10/classy-outfits-44.jpg)<br></span><br><br><br><hr><br>Now settled near a few first years Claudette refused to look over at Ettiene when he called her name, attempting to coax her back to their little group. She turned her head to look out of the window and attempted to hide her smirk behind her hand. Things were turning out rather nicely. As expected the dramatic exit from the group had caused the nitwits to, well be themselves. It had, as predicted caused Constance to grow weepy and feel guilty. A bonus. And even more predictable, the Veela’s tears had brought out the hero in Ettiene who had jumped into saviour mode, ready to do what was needed to make his princess all happy again. She wondered just how far Ettiene was willing to go in order to make Connie smile again. <br><br>Turning from the window Constance wiped her eyes with the back of one hand and sniffed back a few tears as she looked up into the handsome face of the man she loved. <strong>”Oh Ettiy...I’ve been a horrible friend. Coffee, oui…”</strong> turning in her seat she peered over the back cushion and quickly found Claudette, sitting with her head turned away, looking out of the window. <strong>”Please come back Claudette...Ettiy is arranging for coffee. You love coffee...Claudette? Please talk to me, Claudette...I am sorry for...everything.”</strong><br><br>Claudette continued to ignore the pleading for&nbsp; her return and secretly smiled as she waited patiently for things to develope. A well laid plan sometimes took time. A web needed to be cast, each delicate thread placed in specific order designed for a specific result that would lead into another and another until at last the destruction was done. There was order in chaos, if one knew where to look for it. <br><br><strong>”I fear I have truly upset her Ettiy…”</strong> her hand reached for his as she moved instinctively closer, snuggling into his arms where she always felt the safest. <strong>”I can not help that you make me extraordinarily happy. Why should I have to hide it? I’m selfish aren’t I?”</strong> Looking up at her lover Constance extended her arm, cupping his cheek with her soft palm. <strong>”If she makes me choose Ettiy I will not choose her. Does that make me a horrible friend?”</strong><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beauxbatons Academy of Magic - Carriage </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PhantomPistoleer</strong> on <strong>24-01-2014, 07:20:28</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://media-cache-ec0.pinimg.com/236x/f8/69/4d/f8694d3a2bd7f1ca1e1f3e052c5c30df.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong>&nbsp; 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<br><strong>House and Year:</strong>&nbsp; Bellefeulles 3rd Year<br><strong>Date:</strong> September 1st <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Connie, Claudette, 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>Ettiene kissed Constance's knuckles, because he was hopelessly in love with her and her tears destroyed him!&nbsp; He sighed, tilting his head as he pushed back her hair from her beautiful face and tucked it neatly behind her ear.&nbsp; Then, holding her hands, he said tenderly:<br><br>&nbsp;"Constance, there is no need to beat yourself up about it," he said.&nbsp; &nbsp;"Claudette is just upset because she is jealous.&nbsp; It's not your fault.&nbsp; You aren't being insensitive.&nbsp; You two just have different personalities.&nbsp; If you had the exact same summer as her, she would begrudge you.&nbsp; Imagine the tips you'd earn, my love, if you worked as a waitress.&nbsp; Why, I would put everything that was in my pocket into yours.&nbsp; And I have the eyes of a novice wizard, while muggles must become desperate when they see you.&nbsp; See what I mean?&nbsp; She would be jealous of you even if you had the same summer.<br><br>"One day, Claudette will find someone who is good to her.&nbsp; In fact, I hope that happens soon.&nbsp; I'm kind of put off by her being our third wheel."<br><br>He coughed.<br><br>&nbsp;"I didn't actually mean it to sound that harsh, it's just... well, she's just never happy for you.&nbsp; When good things happen to you, I get psyched.&nbsp; It's almost like those good things are happening to me.&nbsp; That's what love is.&nbsp; You share in each other's happiness.&nbsp; I love you, Constance Marie Jeannie Beauregard.&nbsp; I'm happy for everything that you get."<br><br>&nbsp;"Aww," Abel said.<br><br>&nbsp;"Shut up, Abel!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beauxbatons Academy of Magic - Carriage </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PhantomPistoleer</strong> on <strong>24-01-2014, 07:31:48</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://imalbum.aufeminin.com/album/D20130205/1990-02-wenn-vince-vaughn-861444_H110701_L.jpg)<br><br>(http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_mdzm0psXDX1rlif9vo1_400.jpg)</div><strong>Character Names (NPC):</strong> Abel Lemeux &amp; Kenneth Baudin<br><strong>Year/House:</strong> 3rd Year / Bellefeulle<br><strong>Relationship Status:Single / Single <br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Abel (http://www.geekalerts.com/u/workaholics-bear-coat.jpg) &amp; Ken (http://us.123rf.com/400wm/400/400/lisafx/lisafx0506/lisafx050600140/205763-a-man-in-a-hawaiian-shirt-with-a-lei-and-straw-hat-holding-a-margarita-he-looks-like-he-s-making-a-t.jpg)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Marseilles Carriage<br><strong>Date:</strong> Sept 1<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Ettiene, Constance, Claudette, Jacqueline, OPEN<br><br></strong><hr><br>Kenny nodded at Ettiene and hurried out of the carriage to look for the lady with the snack tray.&nbsp; This was tradition!&nbsp; Ettiene would purchase a bunch of snacks, and the three of them would eat like pigs before their first day.&nbsp; Another tradition:&nbsp; they would have to rub Hermit Crab.&nbsp; Not all of the traditions make sense, but seeing how well the two years had gone before, they weren't likely to change.&nbsp; And it's not like they had been excellent.&nbsp; The three were just lucky that they had not been expelled.<br><br>Abel suddenly got up.&nbsp; He was wearing Ettiene's jacket, which was short upon his arms, and Ettiene's glasses, which were too small for his face.<br><br>&nbsp;"All right, kiddos," he said.&nbsp; &nbsp;"Sharks are born swimming, and I'm a shark, baby."<br><br>He turned around in the direction of Jacqueline Bouchard and... didn't see her.&nbsp; He quickly made his way down the aisle, looking... looking... aha!&nbsp; There she was.&nbsp; You really couldn't miss a stunning blonde with thick glasses and a short skirt, could you?&nbsp; The world doesn't churn them out as much as it needed to.&nbsp; He licked his eyebrows, smoothed his hair at the temples, rubbed the gel off his palms on Ettiene's WHITE FUCKING JACKET and then swaggered like a pimp towards Jacqueline.<br><br>Meanwhile, Kenneth rushed back in and watched his friend approach Jacqueline.<br><br>&nbsp;"There is something about that girl that is unkind.&nbsp; It sort of makes you want to make her be nice.&nbsp; But how?&nbsp; That is a mystery."&nbsp; Kenneth then turned to look at Ettiene and gave him a thumb's up!&nbsp; &nbsp;"The snack lady is coming!"<br><br>That was a relief to Ettiene because he sort of wanted popcorn for what was about to happen.<br><br>Back to Abel, he sat a couple chairs away from her and tried to cross his long legs in front of him but couldn't because they got caught in the space between chairs.&nbsp; He then tried to cross his legs the other way, but that didn't work either.&nbsp; So he awkwardly had to turn his knees towards the aisle and cross his legs that way.&nbsp; He turned to look back at Jacqueline, but now it looked like he was stretching.<br><br>&nbsp;"So, Jacqueline," he said in his hurried tone.&nbsp; &nbsp;"What's up, baby doll?&nbsp; You want to see a magic trick?&nbsp; Ha, I'm kidding.&nbsp; You know I can do magic because you can do magic and since that doesn't -- uh, hmm.&nbsp; You want to take a peek at some muggle tech?&nbsp; Check it."&nbsp; He pulled out an iPod Touch.&nbsp; &nbsp;"Contraband."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beauxbatons Academy of Magic - Carriage </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AdrianZef</strong> on <strong>24-01-2014, 08:15:33</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/8/86/Frchar.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name (PC):</strong> Jean-Paul Lesperance (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=193964.msg9473789#msg9473789)<br><strong>Year/House:</strong> 3rd year / Ombrelune<br><strong>Relationship Status:</strong> Single<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Grey wizard robes, with a black bowtie.<br><strong>Location:</strong> Carriage, Paris, France<br><strong>Date:</strong> Sept. 1st<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Leonore, Luc-Ambroise<br><br><hr><br>"I suppose anything new seems fascinating at first." he said, referring to the village. "Nonetheless, it would be nice to go outside of Beauxbatons every few weekends or so. Then again, maybe I'll have more work this year than I did last year. Or maybe I'll have Quidditch practice to take up all of my time." he said. He turned to Leonore, "I also wish I could get library service this year. Gives me an excuse to look around our library for some hidden secrets." he said, with the hint of a smirk on his lips.<br><br>"Oh, you should also get some of the credit, Leonore, you were a rather good student. I don't think I would have the patience to deal with stupider people." he said, rather bluntly. "Guess I wouldn't make a good teacher." he said, shrugging, clearly not too upset about that. He did respect his teachers very much, but he didn't think that would be a career for him. "I'd be happy to help with other classes, though I can't say I know much about magical creatures. Only what I've read here and there." What he had read was more than one might believe from this casual comment, because Jean-Paul was a prodigious reader when he had the opportunity. He was a fast reader and loved to read all different kinds of books, part of his thirst for knowledge.<br><br>"I must say that each side of Paris has its own unique sights to see. Did you have a favorite?" Then he turned to the older boy and asked, "Are you from around here Luc-Ambroise?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beauxbatons Academy of Magic - Carriage </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ArtemisHighmore</strong> on <strong>24-01-2014, 09:47:34</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www4.images.coolspotters.com/photos/718362/kit-harington-profile.png)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong> Valter Endresen (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=193964.25) <br><strong>Year/House:</strong> First year<br><strong>Relationship Status:</strong> Single<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> This, minus the watch. (http://i.imgur.com/VYnlHlg.jpg)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Carriage from Marseille, in the back.<br><strong>Date:</strong> September 1st<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Jacqueline Bouchard, Open<br><br>Valter nodded slowly; glad to hear that he was not the only one that had been surprised somewhat by these revelations of a whole other world. His mother’s side of the family had showed him a few things but after so many years believing it didn’t exist he had a hard time wrapping his mind around the possibilities. There was still a part of him that was convince they were tricking him but it was a small part that grew smaller the more people climbed onto the carriage. <br><br>When she suddenly returned to her seat, he watched her go, slightly confused. Spotting the pair that she had mentioned, he watched them for a moment, unsure of what had just happened. Just when he was thinking that things might not be too bad, that he might actually have someone that he could talk to she was gone and for reasons that he wasn’t quite sure he understood. Sighing softly, he shrugged his shoulders and opened his book once more. He seemed to be the only first year student on the carriage, everyone else seeming to have quite the history already. Hopefully that would change once he was able to get to the actual school.<br><br>Shaking his head, he settled back into his chair and opened up his book once more. He glanced in Jacqueline’s direction but she seemed to be doing everything in her power to become invisible so he just turned his attention back to his book, hoping the time would pass swiftly.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beauxbatons Academy of Magic - Carriage </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GnothiSeauton</strong> on <strong>24-01-2014, 13:43:38</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://25.media.tumblr.com/e58b169ad3a561f1b86c5d0bd241f7d7/tumblr_mzmh064agc1rjpd1ko1_1280.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name (PC):</strong>&nbsp; Jacqueline Bouchard<br><strong>Relationship Status:</strong>&nbsp; Single<br><strong>Wearing:</strong>&nbsp; This little number (http://25.media.tumblr.com/c20cae6b9553f39d911df80c1d30f3f8/tumblr_mzdkyl91L11rjpd1ko1_1280.jpg)<br><strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; Marseille Carriage<br><strong>Date:</strong>&nbsp; September 1st<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; Valter Endresen (Mentioned), Abel Lemeux<br><br><hr><br>She had wished she could have stayed and talked with the new guy to the school.&nbsp; Although shy and quiet, he had seemed interesting and intriguing to her interests, a handsome type quality which had seemingly also attracted a few of the other students on board.&nbsp; She had wished she could have talked more, gotten to know him just a little more, but if it meant being embarrassed and harassed in front of more people by Abel, she was more than willing to cut the conversation short in the hopes of avoiding the aggravating boy all together.<br><br>To her seat she retreated, desperately searching for her magazines.&nbsp; Finding one, it had&nbsp; immediately flipped open and held up to her face, making her seem heavily invested in the gossip magazines than what was going on around her.&nbsp; At first Jacqueline had thought she had succeeded in hiding from him.&nbsp; A flame of hope flickered inside of her at the prospect of not having to deal with the annoying little gnat, but it was soon dashed away, extinguished by the sound of his voice directed to her.<br><br>Jacqueline rolled her eyes from behind her magazine.&nbsp; Time and time again he tried to strike up a conversation with her, always so hopeful that she would show some, if any, interest in him.&nbsp; Time and time again he had always been turned down, her bluntness never getting through to him.&nbsp; He was persistent, she had to admit, and more than annoying.&nbsp; With a frustrated sigh she put down her magazine.&nbsp; It was pointless to try to ignore him.&nbsp; She didn't doubt for a second it would only make him try harder.<br><br>“Oh.&nbsp; Wow.&nbsp; An expensive paper weight.&nbsp; Such a bad ass.” She said in a dull, bored tone.&nbsp; It was better to just get it and him out of the way, hopeful he won't bother her for the entirety of the ride to the school.&nbsp; <br><br>“Nice Jacket.” She remarked with a cold indifference.&nbsp; “Ettiene has one just like that.&nbsp; Did yours come with the grease stains, or did you put that on yourself?”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beauxbatons Academy of Magic - Carriage </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bloodied Porcelain</strong> on <strong>24-01-2014, 16:26:38</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i867.photobucket.com/albums/ab235/bloodiedporcelain/elcharacterpics/beauxbatons/professor1_zps81ffe063.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name (PC):</strong> Professor Ciaran Philippe Bellerose (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=193964.msg9463946#msg9463946)<br><strong>Relationship Status:</strong> Single<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Suit (http://www.printkiller.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/3cnipIS3RbEjyNG1.jpg)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Brussels Carriage<br><strong>Date:</strong> Sept. 1st<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Professor Desiree Fauchex, Professor Jerome Bellerose (Mentioned), Open<br><hr><br>Ciaran had been enjoying the relative peace and quiet of the carriage. The students who trickled in had found each other vastly more interesting than they had found him, and as his hung over head throbbed just a bit, he was secretly happy for that. Not that he wasn’t excited to be a professor… just the opposite, in fact… he just really wanted the headache to go away. This would have been the ideal time for Jerome to be around. The older man never did much appreciate having to brew remedies for Ciaran’s wild nights, but it kept him from being embarrassed by his younger relation so he had always relented. The fact that Ciaran had gone through the last of the small vials Jerome had given him within a week of being on his vacation was a bitter sweet reminder of just what a <em>fabulous</em> time he’d had. <br><br>He could almost forget about the nightmares when he was so drunk he could hardly stand. Absinthe was definitely a wonderful concoction, and though he knew from personal research that it was a muggle drink, he wasn’t entirely convinced that a wizard hadn’t had a hand in its creation somewhere along the line. <br><br>His thoughts were still traveling along that line of thought when a soft bark caught his attention and though the sound was brief, it was loud enough to make his head throb. Turning his bright eyes toward the woman and animal standing there, he immediately swallowed the groan of discomfort that wanted to leave his throat and brightened considerably, his mood lifting at the sight of a beautiful face. <br><br>The woman standing before him was elegant and refined, though he really could have thought of a dozen other outfits (some with absolute minimal clothing coverage, admittedly) he would rather see her in. Tilting his head to the side at his own thoughts, he immediately stood and held out a hand to her, and the moment she took it, he pulled off his glasses and bent to brush his lips over the cool skin of her knuckles. “Ciaran Bellerose,” he introduced himself. His voice still held the slight gruff of one who just woke up, though aside from his slightly disheveled clothing and not-quite-perfect hair, there was no outward sign of his hangover at all. <br><br>“Defense Against The Dark Arts Professor. And before you ask, yes that old stuffed shirt Potions Master is my brother. Mores the pity,” he said melodramatically, eyes sparkling with a playful glint. He didn’t mention that he admired his brother… didn’t mention that he’d have died (and very nearly did) to protect him. Didn’t mention that he’d looked up to that very same “stuffed shirt” as if he were the measure of all a person should be in life. At one point he had attempted to emulate him, but had failed miserably in a record short period of time. It would appear, it seemed, that his fae blood gave him far too wild a side to ever be the calm, structured, studious Jerome. <br><br>Deep within him, Ciaran felt a dark swell of anger and annoyance at his life as he realized he had left off the title he used to take pride in revealing… Former Auror. When he’d been with the ministry he had always carried himself with a sense of duty and authority in every move he made… he’d been a good Auror. “One of the greats” he had been told, but that was all behind him, and the fact that his name was still famous meant nothing to him. They didn’t understand, those people who admired his reputation, who knew his name. They didn’t&nbsp; know the costs… the things he’d had to do… had to see. They’d never know. Could never know. Would never know, if he was alive to prevent it. He’d go back to the order in a heartbeat if it meant preventing another war, but that seemed a long ways off now. No point in dwelling on it. <br><br>Pulling his thoughts back to the present, he refocused on the gorgeous creature before him, gently lowering her hand before turning to look at the animal who had announced her approach. “Well hello there,” she said with a grin, kneeling and patting his leg. “Any man this fair maiden sees as worthy of being her companion is a man worth knowing,” he announced, and if the dog came close, his hands would immediately move to reward him with a thorough scratch of his neck and behind his ears. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beauxbatons Academy of Magic - Carriage </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bloodied Porcelain</strong> on <strong>24-01-2014, 16:27:01</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i867.photobucket.com/albums/ab235/bloodiedporcelain/elcharacterpics/beauxbatons/ladyprofessor3_zps7d15e8ad.jpeg)</div><strong>Character Name (PC):</strong> Professor Anais Lachance (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=193964.msg9464986#msg9464986)<br><strong>Relationship Status:</strong> Single<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> This (http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=110483339)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Bern Carriage<br><strong>Date:</strong> Sept 1st <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Afanassii Abez'iana , Professor Jerome Bellerose, Annalise Lachance (NPC), <br><hr><br>Anais gave both Jerome and Afanassii a grateful look when they didn’t seem to mind little Annalise’s playing, and when the young man, who introduced himself as something of a charms lover introduced himself, the redhead had to admit to herself that she was impressed with his manners. Most people didn’t bow these days, and they certainly didn’t bow to her… She had to remind herself that as a professor now, her position in life had changed. Her title now demanded a certain level of respect, but bowing seemed more than she could have ever expected or hoped for. <br><br>“It is lovely to meet you, Mr. Abez’iana,” she said politely. “Professor Lechance, and I look forward to putting your knowledge and skills to work in my classroom.” <br><br>As she and her student conversed, Annalise seemed to become distracted, no longer content with the new person she’d met, as his attention was no longer on her. Instead of talking to and playing with her, he was now more focused on her mother, and so she turned, wandering back the few feet to the end of the aisle, where the man she’d first seen upon entering the carriage still sat. Wandering over to him, her big blue eyes looked up in to his face and she lifted one hand, tiny fingers reaching, palm curling toward the sky, as if she were waiting for him to hand her something. <br><br>“Nose?” she asked, her tone shifting to one of hopeful questioning, and Anais glanced at her for a moment as she watched another student enter the carriage, this one a young woman who looked desperately awkward and out of place. As Afanassii went to speak to the newcomer, Anais smiled and relaxed in to her seat before looking back at Annalise, pausing for a moment to see if the Potions Master would engage her or if she should rescue him from her attentions. <br><br>Her hand was already hunting in her bag for another thing to keep her daughter occupied with, thinking perhaps she might be hungry, as her teething toy now lay forgotten in Anais’ lap. “Mon précieux? Are you hungry? Hmm?” And she was holding up a little bag of what appeared to be sweet fruit snacks, far healthier than their muggle equivalent, but still very much a child’s food. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beauxbatons Academy of Magic - Carriage </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bloodied Porcelain</strong> on <strong>24-01-2014, 16:27:15</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i867.photobucket.com/albums/ab235/bloodiedporcelain/elcharacterpics/beauxbatons/faylinn4_zpsbc57e562.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name (PC):</strong> Faylinn MacRhagnal (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=193964.msg9468759#msg9468759)<br><strong>Year/House:</strong> 1st Year / TBD<br><strong>Relationship Status:</strong> Single<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> This (http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=110572790)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Bordeaux Carriage<br><strong>Date:</strong> September 1<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Salome Elisabetta Beliveau, Tai Stardel'est (mentioned), Open<br><hr><br>Faylinn watched as Salome quickly rebuked the young man who had been so rude as to interrupt their conversation and take what wasn’t his without asking (something told her Salome would have been happy to share if he <em>had</em> asked) and relaxed a bit. Her family was very informal most of the time, but she’d been raised to be well behaved and polite around people she didn’t know, and she wasn’t entirely sure how she would handle a place where everyone was informal no matter how much of a stranger they might be. <br><br>When the boy sat back, she gave Salome a small shrug but the girl’s question earned her a chuckle. “Sometimes. Maybe it’s just a boy thing?” she asked, once more giving her a helpless shrug of her shoulders. Crossing one leg over the other, Faylinn let her hand caress over the picture in her fingers absently. She missed Tempest and had only been away from him for a few hours. She’d been told there would be some sort of sorting ceremony when she got to the school, one she wouldn’t be allowed to skip out on, which meant that she wouldn’t get to go and see him as she wished to… not immediately, anyway, and if it was in the evening, there might not be time for her to get to the stables before curfew. The entire thing was upsetting, but she just told herself she’d be up at dawn (not an uncommon occurrence for someone who lived and worked on a horse breeding farm anyway, to be honest) and out in the stable long before anyone would expect her in classes. <br><br>Hell, she might even skip breakfast. <br><br>“I hope there’s enough time to get to the stables before curfew,” she voiced her thoughts aloud, one hand reaching up to give her ponytail a pat before smoothing her hand along the top of her head, ensuring her red locks would lay flat. “I’m worried about him,” came the further explanation. “I couldn’t have anyone from my family bring him to the school… not that they would have anyway. I think my brothers are secretly glad he’s going to be gone all year,” she said with a laugh. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beauxbatons Academy of Magic - Carriage </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bloodied Porcelain</strong> on <strong>24-01-2014, 16:27:38</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://amaskedrogue.files.wordpress.com/2014/01/katie_mcgrath__sven_arnstein_photoshoot_2-other.jpg?w=294&amp;h=384)</div><strong>Character Name (PC):</strong> Nionette Lebeau (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=193964.msg9488088#msg9488088)<br><strong>Year/House:</strong> Papillonlisse/ 5th Year<br><strong>Relationship Status:</strong> Single<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> this (http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=111247978)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Lyon Carriage<br><strong>Date:</strong> September 1<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open<br><hr><br>Another summer over, another school year ahead of her, Nionette shifted her bag on her slender shoulder and looked up at the carriage settled a few yards away. Her father stood beside her proudly, looking up at the thing before the two turned to look at each other, their movements oddly in sync. “You will have another good year, of this I am certain,” her father said, but there was a sad light in his eyes, as there always was the day she left, be it at the end of the summer or the end of a break. <br><br>“Yes, Papa,” she said with a nod. “I promise I will. Just… no more surprise parties to congratulate me when I come home, okay? Good grades don’t need that much fanfare,” she said with a chuckle, and her father grinned. <br><br>“That, my darling, was all your mother. But I will see what I can do.” The two embraced briefly, and he kissed her cheek before turning to look at the large, imposing pure white eagle perched atop a cage nearby. “And you, who nearly destroyed my window sill with those talons of yours,” he said, and though his words were stern and annoyed, his tone didn’t seem quite so committed to the message he was conveying until it shifted, becoming serious and quiet. “You take care of my girl,” he said, and the bird tilted its&nbsp; head at him, clicking its beak. So far as Jacques Lebeau could tell, that meant “duh”. <br><br>“I should go or I’ll never get a good seat,” Nionette said, sounding mildly apologetic about having to cut their goodbye short. <br><br>“Yes, yes, of course. I remember,” her father said with a laugh. “Go and see your friends. Make sure you write home more often this year or your mother will have a heart attack! I thought last year she was going to try to drive to the school. No nevermind about the fact that she’d never be able to find the place.” <br><br>“Knowing Mama she would have found a way,” Nette commented with a laugh as she held out her arm, allowing Blizzard to climb on to her arm. Her father helped one of the carriage workers put away her trunk and bags, and Nionette climbed aboard the carriage by herself, only Blizzard and her carry-on bag with her. She hardly seemed bothered by the weight of the bird on her arm, nor the way he would occasionally lean over to nuzzle his beak against her cheek and neck or click his beak near her ear, as if chattering away at her. <br><br>Finding a stunningly empty set of seats, she slid in and sat down, letting out a soft sigh as Blizzard shifted from her arm to the arm of her seat, one hand lifting to stroke along his pure white feathers. “Just three more years, Blizzard. Three more years and we’ll never be on this carriage again. I can’t believe it’s been so long already,” she commented quietly, a sad tone in her voice. She’d been resistant to the idea of coming to Beauxbatons at first, but now that she’d been there for four years and was entering her fifth, she had a hard time grasping the idea of not coming back. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beauxbatons Academy of Magic - Carriage </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GnothiSeauton</strong> on <strong>24-01-2014, 19:01:35</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://31.media.tumblr.com/ef53f0bd576e98cb1f035dc7fc9fc8b3/tumblr_mzpvutA3sC1rjpd1ko1_500.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name (PC):</strong>&nbsp; Anders Pedersen<br><strong>Year/House:</strong> Papillonlisse, 5th Year<br><strong>Relationship Status:</strong>&nbsp; Single<br><strong>Wearing:</strong>&nbsp; Link (http://25.media.tumblr.com/b44d3f3281b03c69430f24527119c6ab/tumblr_mzq9wbskPe1rjpd1ko1_500.jpg)<br><strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; Carriage from Lyon<br><strong>Date:</strong>&nbsp; September 1st<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; Gustav Beauvais, Nionette Lebeau<br><br><hr><br>“You never know, you might be a natural out there and not even know it.” Anders remarked.&nbsp; “Who knows, I might come to regret all this.&nbsp; I can already see it now, you and Bellefueille hoisting up the championship.”<br><br>As the topic approached schooling and courses, there was no denying that Anders had heard all of the talk about lessening his workload before.&nbsp; Most of those who truly knew him couldn't help but to notice the juggling act he performed every year.&nbsp; Long days and nights spent studying, working on assignments, and preparing for exams, usually meant what free time he had was devoted to practicing and training.&nbsp; There seemed, even to him, to be less and less free time each year.&nbsp; Unlike many who loaded up on what could have been considered easy, artsy electives, he had chosen mostly a full course load of core classes.&nbsp; He could only have imagined how miserable his life would have been if he went out for the captaincy.&nbsp; <br><br>“Could you imagine what would happen if I accidentally sent in some Quidditch plans instead of a transfiguration assignment?” He asked with an amused smirk.&nbsp; “I don't know.&nbsp; I think about taking it easy.&nbsp; I might do that this year.&nbsp; Or try to at least.&nbsp; I even thought of taking some time off from quidditch to relax a little.”<br><br>He offered a shrug of his shoulders as Gustav questioned whether there was a class he was looking forward to or not.&nbsp; “Dunno...&nbsp; I heard there's a couple of new professors this year.&nbsp; The new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher is supposed to be a nut case from what I've heard.&nbsp; Could make class all the more interesting, I guess.&nbsp; What about you?”<br><br>It was then that his eyes caught a glance of the dark-haired beauty which had often crossed his thoughts, perhaps more than he cared to admit to anyone.&nbsp; The mere sight of her made his heart rise.&nbsp; How didn't he know she rode the Lyon Carriage?&nbsp; There was little doubt in his mind that it was Nette.&nbsp; No one could quite captivate his attention like she could.<br><br>“That's one girl I wouldn't mind lessening my schedule for.” Anders admitted quietly with a gentle nod in her direction.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beauxbatons Academy of Magic - Carriage </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GnothiSeauton</strong> on <strong>24-01-2014, 19:30:27</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://24.media.tumblr.com/ac71a6a595c83aaf50f65a0e1d66c125/tumblr_mzilhx0O3P1rjpd1ko1_1280.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name (PC/NPC):</strong> &nbsp;Professor Jerome Bellerose (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=193964.msg9464083#msg9464083)<br><strong>Year/House:</strong>&nbsp; Professor<br><strong>Relationship Status:</strong>&nbsp; Single<br><strong>Wearing:</strong>&nbsp; Black coat and casual attire with carry-on satchel (http://24.media.tumblr.com/f9e421484bc77337c362feea32b50fa8/tumblr_mzj1c41Uog1rjpd1ko1_1280.jpg)<br><strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; Bern Carriage<br><strong>Date:</strong>&nbsp; September 1st<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; Prof. Anais Lachance, Annalise Lachance, Professor Ciaran Bellerose (Mentioned)<br><br><hr><br>He could not help but to feel a partial relief in his mind as Anais went off chasing after her daughter, leaving him alone in seat.&nbsp; A certain sense of calmness washed over him, a relief creeping into his mind.&nbsp; It had been so very long since he had an actual conversation with a woman, one he had to admit he found attractive enough to capture his attention, that he wasn't sure how to act.&nbsp; He could already envision Ciaran's voice in his head, telling him how easy it was, to just be himself, minus all of his brooding and cold qualities, which even he had to admit seemed like a lot of himself.<br><br>For so long he had been “out of the game” to put it.&nbsp; Few, if any women, had garnered his attention and attraction the way Anais did.&nbsp; There was little doubt in his mind that she could have had her pick of any of man she wanted.&nbsp; Why would she want some old, demanding professor such as himself?&nbsp; And not just any professor, he thought, but one of her own from when she was in school herself.&nbsp; What was the point in even trying?<br><br>Jerome's eyes had been taken away from her, determined to focus upon something else.&nbsp; It was then that he caught a glimpse of two second year students in seats in front of him.&nbsp; Even he could tell that there was something going on, a quiet sense of secrecy going on between the two of them.&nbsp; Seeing the gleam of the dark bottle, even for an instant, was all Jerome needed to know what was going on.<br><br>He was quiet, his feet muffled by the carpet of the carriage as he approached the seats from behind, his brooding figure looming darkly over them.&nbsp; “Good day, ladies.” He stated in his cold, intimidating voice.&nbsp; “What's on the menu for today?”<br><br>A moment later, much to the chagrin of the two second year students, Jerome had marched back to his seat, the contraband bottle of wine in his grasp.&nbsp; The thought of going back to the toilets to dump it out had crossed his mind, and had began to head that way when another thought crossed his mind.&nbsp; What Would Ciaran Do?&nbsp; More often than not, Jerome didn't want to imagine what Ciaran would do in most situations, but as he stood there with the bottle of wine, he had a feeling that what Ciaran would do would be, and should be, what he should do.<br><br>He had settled back into his seat, the bottle of wine tucked away in his bag, as little Annalise came bouncing back towards him.&nbsp; “That's right.” He offered, however awkwardly it felt to dig up the memories of what had seemed like a life lost long ago.&nbsp; “Nose.” He answered with a smile as he reached out and lightly tapped her nose.<br><br>“Perhaps, after little Annalise has settled down, you wouldn't mind sharing this with me?” He asked Anais, opening his bag just a bit to extend the neck of the wine bottle.&nbsp; “Courtesy of some of our students.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beauxbatons Academy of Magic - Carriage </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Flower</strong> on <strong>25-01-2014, 03:40:43</strong>
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				<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> Anders, Nionette <hr> <br><br><em>I can already see it now, you and Bellefueille hoisting up the championship.</em> Now, that was a vision to imagine, and he could not help but smile widely even though the fantasy was not real. Gustav's grey eyes became overcast and distant as he envisioned the falling confetti, the millions upon millions of Bellefueille fans, and not to forget the heavy but fairly won trophy. Just when the imaginary announcer began to describe Gustav's many heroic deeds throughout the duration of the match, he was reminded that type of glory and pure adoration was reserved specifically for seekers. His lips twitched into a frown though the vision had been pleasant enough. "Wouldn't that be something," he muttered inaudibly under his breath then blinked away the dazed quality to his eyes. <br><br>It did not take much effort since Anders managed to shock him. Gustav reached down and pinched his arm hard in order to ensure he was not drifting without another illusion of his mind. "Dammit," he exclaimed when the pain seared his skin like molten fire. <br><br>"Something must have happened over the summer because I'm not sure if I'm talking to the same person from last year." He withheld his other comments regarding the matter because he did not want to make Anders feel bad. People grew out of things, people, and places. Quidditch apparently was not safe from being eliminated either. He made a dismissive gesture with his hands as if to lighten the issue. "A vacation never hurt anyone. More time for..." Gustav's voice faded because he honestly was not sure what might interest Anders in the same way as Quidditch. <br><br>His stomach turned at the mention of Defense against the Dark Arts due to it being his most loathed course. "I do hope our new professor is more interested in theory than practicum." It was not likely but the lad held onto the hope with both hands. "Herbology," Gustav answered without any hesitation whatsoever. Other than Care of Magical Creatures, it was what he looked forward to most in his academic school day.&nbsp; "The shrivelfig I took home last year has grown a little. It's progress is slow. Too slow if you asked me. I wonder if I did something wrong. I plan to ask the professor about it once we're settled at school." He continued to talk more in detail about the plant's progress with surprising detail for those who did not know of his interest. Over the summer, Gustav had cared for the sapling with the tenderness of a proud father. Measurements and daily checks of the soil occurred on a daily basis. His brother said perhaps he had been too attentive. <br><br>Finally, he noticed Anders' attention seemed drawn to the front of the carriage. Without any discretion, Gustav peered over the top of the seat then noticed who had entered the carriage. It was Nionette. That was the basis of what the second year knew about her other than a few rumors churned through the mill. His eyebrows rose with silent knowing before he nudged Anders lightly with his elbow. "More time for women," he stated plainly in reference to their earlier conversation. <br><br>Without further delay, Gustav rose up from his seat and waved his hand in the girl's direction. Just to make sure she knew he was attempting to grab her attention and not some invisible person behind her, he called out loudly, "Hey! Nionette!" His fingers crossed behind his back and silently prayed that she really was not an ice queen or a bitch. It was entirely too early in the day for a hex. He made a gesture with his hand for her to come over and join then before flopping down into his seat. "No time like the present, my friend, and your schedule for the duration of this train ride is wide open. Go ahead. Say thank you." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beauxbatons Academy of Magic - Carriage </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PhantomPistoleer</strong> on <strong>25-01-2014, 07:31:46</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://imalbum.aufeminin.com/album/D20130205/1990-02-wenn-vince-vaughn-861444_H110701_L.jpg)<br><br>(http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_mdzm0psXDX1rlif9vo1_400.jpg)</div><strong>Character Names (NPC):</strong> Abel Lemeux &amp; Kenneth Baudin<br><strong>Year/House:</strong> 3rd Year / Bellefeulle<br><strong>Relationship Status:Single / Single <br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Abel (http://www.geekalerts.com/u/workaholics-bear-coat.jpg) &amp; Ken (http://us.123rf.com/400wm/400/400/lisafx/lisafx0506/lisafx050600140/205763-a-man-in-a-hawaiian-shirt-with-a-lei-and-straw-hat-holding-a-margarita-he-looks-like-he-s-making-a-t.jpg)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Marseilles Carriage<br><strong>Date:</strong> Sept 1<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Jacqueline<br><br></strong><hr><br>&nbsp;"It's funny you noticed," Abel said quickly.&nbsp; &nbsp;"I <em>gave</em> Ettiene this jacket, but he got pudgy.&nbsp; The only muscle he worked out this summer was his dick.&nbsp; He should have been working on his scrawny arms.&nbsp; But I can't feel sorry for him.&nbsp; It's not in my nature, darling.&nbsp; So Ettiene gave me the jacket back.&nbsp; It's cool, whatever.&nbsp; He's just a big fat welcher."<br><br>Abel glanced down at the grease stains.&nbsp; He was instantly aware that this would be an issue later.&nbsp; There wasn't really anything that could be done about it.&nbsp; He couldn't pay to have it cleaned.&nbsp; But, of course, he could cast a spell to clean it.&nbsp; He began nodding to himself as he drew out his wand and began to fidget with it momentarily before shaking his head from side to side and thinking better of it.&nbsp; He might be able to clean the jacket -- but he could also burn it.&nbsp; And he didn't want to burn it.&nbsp; Then again, Ettiene wouldn't miss it.&nbsp; The guy had tons of jackets.<br><br>&nbsp;"And yeah, I'm the guy that put the stains on the jacket," he added.&nbsp; &nbsp;"It's just that I like to get my hands dirty.&nbsp; I also like to feel up dirty girls.&nbsp; Or nasty girls.&nbsp; I don't mind it if they are both.&nbsp; I don't think that you're a dirty girl yourself.&nbsp; But I do think you're a nasty girl and I dig it.&nbsp; I really do.&nbsp; It drives me crazy.&nbsp; In the famous words of a Grammy award-winning singer song-writer, I'm just dirty, dirty.&nbsp; Double D is my nickname.&nbsp; First, because I'm always the designated driver.&nbsp; Second, because I really like that bust size." <br><br>He then pretended like he had a set of double dees.<br><br>&nbsp;"I would hate to have big knockers, though.&nbsp; Bad back problems.&nbsp; You gotta keep a straight back all day every day, and gravity's just pulling those puppies down.&nbsp; What can you do?&nbsp; Hello, ground!&nbsp; Hello!&nbsp; Am I right?&nbsp; Anyways, I have another expensive paper weight in my pants.&nbsp; Care to see it?&nbsp; Ho ho.&nbsp; You fo' me -ism!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beauxbatons Academy of Magic - Carriage </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ArtemisHighmore</strong> on <strong>25-01-2014, 08:52:46</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www4.images.coolspotters.com/photos/718362/kit-harington-profile.png)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong> Valter Endresen (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=193964.25) <br><strong>Year/House:</strong> First year<br><strong>Relationship Status:</strong> Single<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> This, minus the watch. (http://i.imgur.com/VYnlHlg.jpg)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Carriage from Marseille, in the back.<br><strong>Date:</strong> September 1st<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Jacqueline Bouchard, Able, Open<br><br>He told himself to focus on the book before him, to tune out the rest of the carriage and hope for the best when they arrived at school. That seemed like the smartest thing to do at the moment. Yet despite his best intentions he found himself listening to the exchange between Jacqueline and guy that she had hinted at before returning to her seat. It was obvious there was tension between them but perhaps that was just the playful tension of school kids. He had encountered a little of that when he was younger so of course that was going to be his first conclusion. But as the lad continued on he found himself slightly shocked by what he was saying to her. How could a man be so bold as to say such things? Just listening to them was causing a great deal of unrest within him.<br><br>For a long moment he tried to convince himself that it wasn’t his place; that he didn’t need to be sticking his nose into the business of other people, especially those that were older than he was. But it was just so mind boggling for him. Of course it could be that he was from a very traditional family, that his father had worked hard to instill a sense of honor and integrity within him. The comment about the pants was the last straw that he could really handle. <br><br>Thinking quickly, he shoved his book into his bag, swinging it over his shoulder. Rising from his seat, he moved towards her, attempting to act like he hadn’t spotted her before hand. “Jacqueline? Dear cousin why didn’t you let me know when you were arriving. Why I haven’t seen you all summer.”<br><br>Dropping onto the seat next to her, he smiled and nudged her with his elbow, hoping she would play along and wondering if his little ruse would do the trick to get Able to leave her alone. Spotting her magazine, he pointed to it. “Is that the latest issue? Can you believe she cut her hair? I was just getting attached to that long look she was going with!”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beauxbatons Academy of Magic - Carriage </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GnothiSeauton</strong> on <strong>25-01-2014, 20:30:42</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://25.media.tumblr.com/e58b169ad3a561f1b86c5d0bd241f7d7/tumblr_mzmh064agc1rjpd1ko1_1280.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name (PC):</strong>&nbsp; Jacqueline Bouchard<br><strong>Relationship Status:</strong>&nbsp; Single<br><strong>Wearing:</strong>&nbsp; This little number (http://25.media.tumblr.com/c20cae6b9553f39d911df80c1d30f3f8/tumblr_mzdkyl91L11rjpd1ko1_1280.jpg)<br><strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; Marseille Carriage<br><strong>Date:</strong>&nbsp; September 1st<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; Valter Endresen, Abel Lemeux<br><br><hr><br>There were somethings Jacqueline could handle, things that, although trying, were things she could deal with while remaining calm and under control.&nbsp; She was used to not being well-liked among her classmates, used to the looks she sometimes received from others who felt threatened by her or so on.&nbsp; She was even used to the looks of jealousy when she wore her best dresses and gowns at formal functions, something she was more than able to handle under a sense of calmness.<br><br>But there were somethings she simply could not, and would not, handle calmly.<br><br>Jacqueline had listened, however painfully, to Abel speak.&nbsp; She had put up with his pathetic excuses about the jacket, put up with the absurdity that was simply Abel.&nbsp; But to be insulted, to be called “a nasty girl”, was something she was not about to put up with.&nbsp; Her hand had reached for her wand, grasping the carved handle.&nbsp; She'd be damned if she was going to sit there and have to put up with him much longer.&nbsp; There was no care for the teachers nearby.&nbsp; Let them put her in detention.&nbsp; Let them write home to her parents.&nbsp; If it meant cursing him, she was more than fine with it.&nbsp; She would have welcomed it.<br><br>Her hand was upon her wand, fingers wrapped around the carved handle, so close to being raised and pointed in his face, when an unexpected sight came into her eyes.<br><br>The black sunglasses shielded her eyes from view, masking the look of confusion as she looked up to the new boy on the carriage.&nbsp; For a moment she was lost, unsure of what was happening, until it finally hit her.&nbsp; The look of confusion laced anger was wiped away, replaced with a soft, inviting smile as she made room for “her cousin”.<br><br>“Oh I had wanted it to be a surprise!” She exclaimed, planting a small kiss upon Valter's cheek before turning her attention back to Abel.<br><br>“Valter, this pathetic excuse of a human is called Abel.&nbsp; This is my cousin, Valter.” Jacqueline introduced, inching up closer to Valter with an arm intertwined with his.&nbsp; “He's been spending his summer doing those god-awful, barbaric muggle duelings.&nbsp; You know, where they use their fists instead of wands?&nbsp; Evidently he's quite good.&nbsp; It's a shame though.&nbsp; He's had trouble finding people who would willingly fight him.&nbsp; Maybe he can show you a thing or two.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beauxbatons Academy of Magic - Carriage </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Timeless</strong> on <strong>26-01-2014, 00:30:46</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://wpc.4d27.edgecastcdn.net/004D27/2013/Editorials/KeiraKnightleyMarieClaireMay2013/Keira%2BKnightley%2BMarie%2BClaire%2BMay%2B2013%2B4.jpg)</div><br><strong>Character Name (PC):</strong> Professor Desiree Fauchex (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=193964.msg9479258#msg9479258)<br><strong>Relationship Status:</strong> Single<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> A jersey pin-stripe dress and a pair of black heels (http://etiquette-tips.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/03/jersey-pinstripe-dress-Isabel-de-.jpeg)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Carriages from Brussels, Belgium<br><strong>Date:</strong> September 1st<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Professor Ciaran Philippe Bellerose, Professor Jerome Bellerose (Mentioned), Open<br><br><hr><br>Arching a slender eyebrow up, the smirk on her lips slightly widened as she watched at the gentleman gesture he gave to her and she was slightly impressed for a brief moment. Then he spoke of his name, in which caused the female brunette to blink her eyes slightly. <em>Bellerose.. Oh.</em> Before she could even voice out her question, the man already confirmed her suspicion and the smirk widened even more to form a small smile on her lips. "Well, it's a great pleasure to meet you, Ciaran - is it alright if I refer to you by your first name?" She responded, her gaze lowering down as the Siberian Husky came closer to the handsome man at the little welcoming gesture.<br><br>Immediately, Dimitri warmed up to him, especially from the scratch he received on his neck and then behind his ear. In return, the canine gave an appreciative nudge with his head, and then with his nose. "He really likes you," Desiree commented, chuckling softly. "He's usually really easy-going but he seems to favor you quite a bit." Nevertheless, Dimitri gave one last nudge of his head against Ciaran's head and then moving a bit deeper into the seat, as if knowing his mistress would take the seat across to the newly introduced man. Then again, that was what Desiree had planned all along and she got the feeling the man wouldn't be refusing her of that either.<br><br>"But anyways.. I hope you don't mind if I sit with you during the trip to the academy? Like I mentioned, you looked rather lonely so I thought I would accompany you," the brunette mentioned and when Ciaran only gave the permission for her, Desiree moved into the seat adjacent to his — though after setting her suitcase up into the empty shelf above them. "I have to say, I had heard of you before. And what had people had said about you were quite true, in that you are a rather handsome man, Ciaran. Also quite a charmer.." The smile of hers turned into a seductive one. "I'm flattered, by the way." A soft chuckle escaped her and she moved her attention briefly to Dimitri as the canine went to take the seat beside her and then rested his head upon her lap, in which Desiree placed her hand upon his head to stroke the top of it.<br><br>"Also, I would like to say, you are the more better-looking between you and your brother. But promise me you would not tell Jerome that I said that.." She flashed a coy smile towards the black-haired man and settled herself down, "I'm quite surprised actually.. To see another Bellerose joining us in the faculty. Not to say I'm not excited but.. I don't think Jerome had mention you would be joining us.." Perhaps the older man did, but Desiree just couldn't recall whatsoever. Then again, despite the years she had been teaching in the academy, she never really did conversed with the man that much either.<br><br>"But well, still, very charmed to meet you, Ciaran," she cocked her head to the side, her hair tickling the side of her neck, "So may I ask on how was your holidays? I have a feeling you must did some celebration or went out to have some fun before coming to this tedious job as being a Professor."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beauxbatons Academy of Magic - Carriage </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PhantomPistoleer</strong> on <strong>26-01-2014, 06:17:47</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://imalbum.aufeminin.com/album/D20130205/1990-02-wenn-vince-vaughn-861444_H110701_L.jpg)<br><br>(http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_mdzm0psXDX1rlif9vo1_400.jpg)</div><strong>Character Names (NPC):</strong> Abel Lemeux &amp; Kenneth Baudin<br><strong>Year/House:</strong> 3rd Year / Bellefeulle<br><strong>Relationship Status:Single / Single <br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Abel (http://www.geekalerts.com/u/workaholics-bear-coat.jpg) &amp; Ken (http://us.123rf.com/400wm/400/400/lisafx/lisafx0506/lisafx050600140/205763-a-man-in-a-hawaiian-shirt-with-a-lei-and-straw-hat-holding-a-margarita-he-looks-like-he-s-making-a-t.jpg)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Marseilles Carriage<br><strong>Date:</strong> Sept 1<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Jacqueline<br><br></strong><hr><br>&nbsp;"What?" he suddenly exclaimed.&nbsp; &nbsp;"Your cousin?&nbsp; Yeah, look, I know what you're trying to do, buddy.&nbsp; You were sitting over there just now," he said, pointing to Valter's seat from before.&nbsp; &nbsp;"I know this because Jacqueline was just over there chatting you up.&nbsp; It's really hard to forget your face, my man.&nbsp; It's dreamy, and you got a very manly beard going for being a first year."<br><br>Ettiene smiled as he approached.<br><br>&nbsp;"What?&nbsp; What is it?"<br><br>Ettiene didn't say anything.&nbsp; He just scooped Abel by the arm and took him away, waving like Miss America at Jacqueline and Valter.<br><br>&nbsp;"I had it under control, Etty!&nbsp; I mean, she was just melting in my hand.&nbsp; I was breaking her down.&nbsp; This is the year that Jacqueline Bouchard falls in love with me!"<br><br>&nbsp;"... The world must be so beautiful to you," Ettiene said as he sat him down.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beauxbatons Academy of Magic - Carriage </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Senti</strong> on <strong>26-01-2014, 12:10:30</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i975.photobucket.com/albums/ae240/samanthamazur/IslaAvie_zps78609c4d.jpg)</div><br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://www.irishdogs.ie/images/gallery/104/1873_album.jpg)</div></div>Character Name PC: Isla<br>Relationship Status: Single<br>House and Year first year<br>Location: Carriage Paris<br>Date: September 1st <br>Tagging Open<br><br>The rather lovely young first year looked up from her book as she heard the conversations happening around her. Unlike her brother she was like some little butterfly, a hot house flower perhaps, she was obviously not altogether used to carriages such as this. Of course Isla was comfortable with an audience yet that was because she was always playing a character, sometimes she wondered if it would be more pleasant to be the roles she played.<br><br>The large white wolfhound woofed and then grumbled a little pleased that the damn cat that belonged to her brother was sleeping it licked her hand as if to give her some courage. She looked up from her book, a rather interesting anthology of muggle poetry from the twentieth century. <br><br>After listening to the various conversations a small smile passed her lips, it was just a hint and a slight blush over her lips.<strong> “I am so sorry I was rather caught up in my book, please excuse me if I appeared a little impolite.” </strong> Her eyes bowed down once more, hoping she was not intruding on another conversation she was not overly proficient at this sort of thing.<strong> “I hope I am not intruding.” </strong>Isla would just hate to do that, in that moment of trying to be brave she put a rather lovely bookmark in said book to keep her said place and then looked up once more. That gracious smile remained. <strong>“ This is my first time here, so I am feeling a little lost and brothers are often not helpful.” </strong>Though obviously she spoke French there appeared to be a slight lilt to it perhaps another accent, but that would only be if one was paying attention. <br><br>Looking about at the various faces and listening to the conversations was interesting so thus for the moment Isla placed a marker in book playing it on her knee. Then reached down to stroke her large and rather strange dog’s head.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beauxbatons Academy of Magic - Carriage </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mtpersson</strong> on <strong>26-01-2014, 12:21:40</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://farm4.staticflickr.com/3814/12266730365_194c0708c4_b_d.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name (PC):</strong> Virginie Moreau<br><strong>Year/House:</strong> Papillonlisse, 3rd Year<br><strong>Relationship Status:</strong> Single<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> White t-shirt under open flannel shirt. Skinny jeans, boots and hat. Her mother's wedding ring around her neck on a thin chain (http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7385/12149227995_5f6855a541_o_d.jpg)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Paris Carriage<br><strong>Date:</strong> September 1st<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open<br><br><hr><br>The summer break was always over too quickly for Virginie's liking. She stood outside of the powder blue carriage and watched as her trunks were loaded up onto the back and began reminiscing of the summer she was leaving behind. She had spent the lazy holiday wondering aimlessly around the city enjoying the freedom that a timetable free lifestyle brought with it. Endless days spent in small café and boulangerie eating cake and drinking coffee. Hazy afternoons spent lying under a tree in some small garden watching the clouds pass overhead and zoning out the hustle-bustle of the Parisian traffic. Sometimes she forgot she was in the middle of the seething city.<br><br>She was standing alone, her fingers absent mindedly toying with the ring hanging around her neck. Her goodbyes had been said already back at the families apartment. Her father had cried as he did every year and Virginie too had shed a tear, her younger brother literally pushing her out of the door. A soft smile grew at the corners of her mouth as thought of Jean and how he might feel in a few years time when he found out whether he would be leaving home to attend the school. Would he be so eager to push family away? A wetness started to form around the edges of her eyes and Virginie quickly wiped it away, pleased that there was no one with her to see her in the moment of weakness.<br><br>Walking up the small set of steps, Virginie entered the large carriage and cast a quick eye about for an empty spot to sit down and await departure. She could see that a lot of people had already arrived. Faces she was familiar with from her two previous years at the school and a few new ones that she didn't know. First years, nervously awaiting their first term. Finding a seat next to a window, she sat down and looked out at the crowds milling around outside, families saying their goodbyes; mothers kissing and hugging their babies goodbye before wiping tears away with tissues. Virginie leaned back in her chair, closed her eyes and patiently waited. <br><br>&nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beauxbatons Academy of Magic - Carriage </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Loves</strong> on <strong>27-01-2014, 02:12:21</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i975.photobucket.com/albums/ae240/samanthamazur/ConnieAvie_zps1bd48eb5.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name PC:</strong> Constance Maree Jeannie Beauregard&nbsp; <br>(goes by Connie) (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=193964.msg9449326#msg9449326)<br><strong>Relationship Status:</strong> Dating &nbsp;Ettiene Bonhomme &nbsp;(http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=193964.msg9427792#msg9427792)<br><strong>House and Year</strong> Papillonlisse, second year student <br><strong>Location:</strong>Carriage from Marseilles<br><strong>Date:</strong> September 1st <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Ettiene and Open<br><br>*wearing (http://media-cache-ec0.pinimg.com/736x/a5/4e/85/a54e855a2c8caa9d55da19e04dccd585.jpg)<br>*note, she is not wearing the hat* <br><br><br><hr><br>Constance felt horrible. There were times when she hated her Veela heritage. It was impossible at times to know if a person liked, hated or even loved her for herself, or if they were being influenced by the mysterious enchantment charm of her heritage. As she looked into her boyfriend’s eyes Connie felt truly loved and cared for. He was doing his best to comfort her. He was wonderful, perfect in every way and she loved him with all of her heart. <br><br><strong>”I love you Ettiene Bonhomme, with all of my heart and soul. I promise you we will find time to be alone, just the two of us. We will steal away precious moments to bring us back to the heaven we had this summer.”</strong> Leaning forward, Constance pressed her lips against his, lingering for just a moment before reluctantly ending the sweet embrace. <br><br>Her hands held his in a tangle of linked fingers, feeling the need to hold him in any manner she was able. If they had been alone Constance would have slipped onto his lap, straddling him as she had often done during the summer. Smiling, she could almost feel the warmth of the sun on her back when they had taken their lunch on the veranda and made love in that very sitting position, indulging in each other for their dessert. <br><br><strong>”You are right Ettiy! I now know what I must do...I do not know why I had not thought of it before! It’s perfect! You are a genius! My boyfriend is a genius!”</strong> Feeling the excitement of a new plan forming Constance peered over the seat once again and smiled as she watched Claudette ignoring all those around her as she enjoyed the view from the window before returning her attention to her boyfriend. <strong>”I will find Claudette her very own Ettiy! She needs to experience the same love as we share. It will be perfect, non?”</strong> 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beauxbatons Academy of Magic - Carriage </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Loves</strong> on <strong>27-01-2014, 02:28:16</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i975.photobucket.com/albums/ae240/samanthamazur/dFNG5BTi033S_zpsa5e722e0.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name PC:</strong> Claudette Nadeen Touchet&nbsp; <br>(goes by Claud) (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=193964.msg9460236#msg9460236)<br><strong>Relationship Status:</strong> Single<br><strong>House and Year</strong> Ombrelune, second year student <br><strong>Location:</strong>Carriage from Marseilles<br><strong>Date:</strong> September 1st <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open <br><br>*wearing (http://fashionistatrends.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/10/classy-outfits-44.jpg)<br><br><hr><br>Claudette closed her mind to everything going on around her. She had to think. She needed to be away from the happy couple so to be able to think! What was it going to take to come between them? Working on Constance didn’t seem to get anywhere. The girl was just too sweet to think of anything badly of her precious Ettiene.&nbsp; Slowly a plan began to form in her mind.&nbsp; If Claudette could only organize a tryst with Ettiene and some other girl, any stupid one would do, as long as she was controllable. If Constance was forced to see her precious lover in the arms of another than maybe, just maybe a crack would finally form in their love that would be big enough to drive the final nail in the wound, severing their connection for good!<br><br>The question was, who could be such a lamb? She needed a trusting soul that would not question her motives. The girl needed to be a romantic, easily swayed and… <br><br>Claudette sighed. Was there really someone that naive out there that she could trick into playing the homewrecker? Perhaps...perhaps there was one in the new crop of first years?&nbsp; A slow smile began to form upon her lips that could have been described as pure evil. She was not finished with her mission to break up the lovers so that she could take Ettiene for herself. Round two had only just begun! <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beauxbatons Academy of Magic - Carriage </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ArtemisHighmore</strong> on <strong>27-01-2014, 06:49:46</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www4.images.coolspotters.com/photos/718362/kit-harington-profile.png)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong> Valter Endresen (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=193964.25) <br><strong>Year/House:</strong> First year<br><strong>Relationship Status:</strong> Single<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> This, minus the watch. (http://i.imgur.com/VYnlHlg.jpg)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Carriage from Marseille, in the back.<br><strong>Date:</strong> September 1st<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Jacqueline Bouchard, Able (mentioned), Open<br><br>Of course Valter had doubted that his little ruse would work as the carriage really wasn’t that large. Heck he would have been surprised had it actually worked and Abel would have been convinced that he was in fact Jacqueline’s cousin. Truth be told he hadn’t really cared if the relationship was believed or not as the whole purpose was to end the rather crude conversation that was going on. When it did indeed end he was quite pleased. He did his best not to blush when Jacqueline started in about being a boxer and beating people up as that was not his intension; he truly was not a fighter even if his body might suggest such things. <br><br>Seeing Abel walking away with someone else, he turned to Jacqueline. “Apologies for being so bold and interjecting, I just can’t stand such talk. I dare say you took it a bit far though with the comment about beating people up. Do I strike you as that kind of person?”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beauxbatons Academy of Magic - Carriage </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>27-01-2014, 09:16:22</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1171.photobucket.com/albums/r554/onilobo1/Matias_zpsc39430f2.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name (PC/NPC):</strong> Professor Chevalier<br><strong>Year/House:</strong> Bellefeuille's Head of House<br><strong>Relationship Status:</strong> Single with a few Amis-Amants <br><strong>Wearing:</strong> &lt;-- Blue Suit<br><strong>Location:</strong> Marseille Carriage<br><strong>Date:</strong> September 1<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; Prof. Washington with an eye kept on the students in the carriage <hr><br>"A Shame, I think they might actually learn something from witnessing that. Where is your dedication Ms.Washington? I feel you might be able to teach them a thing or two..." Matias jested softly as he glanced down and saw one of his favorite class clowns swing and strike out out hard with a young woman that reminded him a lot of Isabeau when she was that age. Off course the man did not let the next thoughts translate to words as he chuckled at the incident. "Sooo much to learn." He concluded as he shifted his attention back to the professor. <br><br>Shifting back to the topic of their littler wager, Matias pondered it over a swallow of wine. "I can't think of anything...so how about favors? A good way to get out of a weekend duty of babysitting or chaperoning one of those god awful balls." The man proposed, who wouldn't want to get away to one of the towns, Paris or a weekend in the Riviera when your were supposed to be on duty. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beauxbatons Academy of Magic - Carriage </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>28-01-2014, 04:12:04</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg157/onilobo/Marston_zps11eddc0b.png)</div><div class="floatright">(http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg157/onilobo/Eman_zps0b4fcf4a.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name (PC/NPC):</strong> Edgar Marston Harlaw Jr. <br><strong>Year/House:</strong> Unsorted First year <br><strong>Relationship Status:</strong> Sowing his wild oats <br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Red Plaid cowboy shirt, cowboy hat, faded, well worn wrangler jeans, cowboy boots, rattlesnake skin belt an buckle. (http://images.luvimages.com/luvphotos/j/jason_aldean_in_a_cowboy_hat_and_plaid_shirt-1276.jpg)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Boarding Paris Carriage<br><strong>Date:</strong> September 1<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> His mother (Npc) - Isla, her dog and Virginie (assuming they are in seats opposite one another) <hr><br>The black luxury Sedan pulled up at the very last moment before the carriage left the stop. Marston stepped out and moved around the car to open the door for his mother, waving off their driver who was too slow to begin with. Emmanuelle Harlaw stepped out and looked at the carriage with a wistful twinkle in her eye as she was stepped back into her younger days. In that time, Marston loaded his two trunks, one magical and one that belonged to his father. As he circled back for his guitar case and mom, he looked at her and smiled, it was good to see her happy about something. Marston was not happy about putting his plans to go to college and play football on hold but he made a promise and Harlaw's didn't go back on their word. "Did you really have to wear the hat?" His mother asked, Marston nodded and gestured at her own. "Did you have to wear yours?" <br><br>"You sassing me boy?" She replied with a hint of the Texan drawl she had picked up from living in the States. "No Maam, just curious." Marston smiled as he took off his hat (for a brief moment) and gave his mom a hug as she returned a kiss to his cheek. The young man picked up his guitar case and began to move towards the carriage. "I still don't know why I just can't ride with you and Nan over to the school, It's only some carriage." Marston shrugged before walking out of range of his mom. "Trust your mother, I still know better than you." She waved and watched her son vanish into the carriage. The young woman stood and watched as the carriage pulled away, proud that her son was experiencing a part of her life she had once run away from but was happy she had (at that time).&nbsp; <br><br>Back on the carriage, Marston was slowly making his way down the isle in search for a seat. Anyone who looked his way long enough to pull his attention was nodded with a tip of his hat and a "howdy". A few seats opened up towards the back up until he was up close and he spotted the dog taking up one of the seats. The young woman across that isle was wearing some version of his own attire but it did not look properly broken in. "That is a nice looking dog you got ,hound-Wolf?" He asked the young woman stroking the dog's hair before looking over to the young woman in the black cowboy hat. "Howdy Miss, is the seat next to you occupied?" Marston asked in very basic french, his American (Texan) deep drawl were laced in his words, labeling him as a foreigner (if the attire had not already done so). 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beauxbatons Academy of Magic - Carriage </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SpiralSpider</strong> on <strong>28-01-2014, 05:06:46</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1226.photobucket.com/albums/ee406/Mostly_roleplay_pictures/People/Males/Andrej/7968e38f-8592-4d0a-8600-c85f60b33941_zpsac091115.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, all Professors (mentioned)<br><br>Nassii blinked as the Irish girl switched languages so quickly and then shrugged. It would be easier to converse with her this way, though he did worry if school staff would be angry they weren't using French. Only time would tell. "No, I don't mind at all. It's not as if we're in class or anything so I don't think the Professors will mind." At that, he threw a glance back over his shoulder, red hair swishing in his face from the movement. He tested the waters a bit as he continued to speak English, looking over the faces of the teachers he knew were riding in back.<br><br>"Mmmn?" he hummed, turning around to consider her question. "You're right, I am Russian and yet do not live in Russia. We are avoiding the country for various reasons so even if a school was made available to me there, I would not attend." He kept the answer vague so far but gave no indication that he was uncomfortable in her manner of questioning. "I live in the Czech Republic now and there is no wizarding school there, to my knowledge. Some thought I should attend Durmstrang..." his nose wrinkled a little in vague distaste, "and they were of equal distance from my home. I would choose Beauxbatons over the Bulgarian school, of course.... I do not like that they forbid muggle-born wizards there."<br><br>He grew silent and studied the girl's face then, smiling slightly at how adorably the blush accentuated her freckles. Her words captured his attention back and his eyes lit up at her implied confession. "Oho! So you <em>are</em> a first year student! I had thought you might be." He gave her a wink and a beaming smile, leaning back into the seat more to get comfortable. It was nice that she was curious - or was that... anxiety behind the questions? "I can't tell you much about the other houses - without inside knowledge everything is superficial. My house is Papillionlisse," he brought a hand to his chest as he spoke, "We are the artists."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beauxbatons Academy of Magic - Carriage </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PhantomPistoleer</strong> on <strong>28-01-2014, 05:21:04</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://media-cache-ec0.pinimg.com/236x/f8/69/4d/f8694d3a2bd7f1ca1e1f3e052c5c30df.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong>&nbsp; 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<br><strong>House and Year:</strong>&nbsp; Bellefeulles 3rd Year<br><strong>Date:</strong> September 1st <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Connie, 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>Ettiene was kissed and he kissed in return!&nbsp; But just a dabble.&nbsp; It was important not to be so indiscreet!&nbsp; But, he did linger in the afterglow of her presence.&nbsp; His tongue rolled across his bottom lip, tasting her.&nbsp; He then grinned cheerfully, leaned back against his chair, placed his hand upon her knee.&nbsp; Everything was all right.&nbsp; No, everything was better than all right.&nbsp; Ettiene was in love with a beautiful girl.&nbsp; She loved him back.&nbsp; And she wanted to get some go-time sometime soon?&nbsp; It was just perfect.<br><br>&nbsp;"I'm glad of it, dear Constance.&nbsp; I can't wait.&nbsp; But at least we will always have Marseilles," he said.<br><br>As Constance continued to speak about finding Claudette someone, Kenneth began to feel a bit concerned.&nbsp; He hoped that Constance wouldn't enlist him to perform his duties as best man at Ettiene's wedding.<br><br>&nbsp;"I don't want to put salt in your cereal, Constance," he said slowly, &nbsp;"But I don't really think that you know any guys that will date her."<br><br>&nbsp;"Kenny's got a point."<br><br>&nbsp;"And you know I love you, and I love the thing you and Ettiene have, but no way.&nbsp; I'm not doing it.&nbsp; I'd rather jump in the way of a Cruciatus curse."<br><br>&nbsp;"It's all right, Kenny -- Constance isn't going to ask you to date Claudette.&nbsp; She needs someone who doesn't know Claudette."<br><br>He then spotted that Abel was getting into a scuffle, excused himself and stood up.&nbsp; He went and got him, brought him back and all of them sat down.&nbsp; Ettiene distributed the coffee to his friends in small paper cups.&nbsp; Abel was restless, looking out the window.&nbsp; Kenneth wanted to say something to him.&nbsp; Ettiene was trying not to smile.<br><br>&nbsp;"...&nbsp; What?" Abel suddenly asked.<br><br>&nbsp;"I don't know, man.&nbsp; Just drink your coffee."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beauxbatons Academy of Magic - Carriage </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>persephone325</strong> on <strong>28-01-2014, 05:37:14</strong>
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				<div align="center">As the students and teachers became acquainted, a feminine voice echoed throughout the carriages.<br><br>"Attention all students and professors. The carriages are merging together as we near Beauxbatons. There may be a few jostles as the carriages settle, and walkways are formed between them. Please remain seated in order to reduce the risk of losing your balance and possibly falling."<br><br>A few moments later, the carriages fell into formation almost seamlessly. There were a few bumps before the transition was complete. After that, shimmering lights appeared and connected glass walkways between the carriages. The feminine voice echoed once again throughout the carriages.<br><br>"The transition is now complete. Students and professors are now free to move between the carriages. We will arrive at the school in just over an hour."</div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beauxbatons Academy of Magic - Carriage </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caela</strong> on <strong>28-01-2014, 05:48:53</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/7c/Isaavi.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name (PC/NPC):</strong> Professor Isabeau Washington (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=193964.msg9431124#msg9431124)<br><strong>Relationship Status:</strong> Single<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Outfit (http://i980.photobucket.com/albums/ae282/caela_ecub/Misc%20Story%20Accessories/Clothes/clothes5.jpg), Shoes (http://i980.photobucket.com/albums/ae282/caela_ecub/Misc%20Story%20Accessories/Clothes/shoes8.jpg)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Beauxbaton Carriage from Marseille<br><strong>Date:</strong> Sept. 1<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>Professor Matias Chevalier<br><br><hr><br>"Anything these children have to learn in that arena, is not mine to teach, but their's to learn through exploration and experimentation. They will do just fine without me showing them any of the things I might want you to do at a later time," she added, the smirk on her lips and expression on her face letting him see the darkest thoughts that ran through her mind. As if to emphasize that look, she turned her foot slightly, no longer sliding the heel of her shoe teasingly against his shin, but taunting him by pressing it in instead; not enough to hurt in any way, just enough to speak to her state of mind.<br><br>Sipping at her wine she almost burst into laughter at his idea of a wager! Managing to swallow, without choking, she shook her head and leaned back in her seat, "You my dear Professor are insane if you think I would wager chaperoning a Ball over a picture! You may like your time in the cities, and all those tourist girls," she added with a low chuckle, "But you're not getting into their pants by leaving me to that particular torture! Now, taking over chaperon duty for some of the older students going into town, that I <em>might</em> be willing to consider as a wager."<br><br>As she spoke, she felt the slight jostling as the carriages came together and connected, allowing everyone to now move between them and for students who hadn't yet had a chance to mingle to do so. It was a moment in the flight she wasn't particularly fond of, but was used to it enough that she didn't allow any of her wine to spill despite the bumping as the corridors formed.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beauxbatons Academy of Magic - Carriage </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mtpersson</strong> on <strong>28-01-2014, 09:27:22</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://farm4.staticflickr.com/3814/12266730365_194c0708c4_b_d.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name (PC):</strong> Virginie Moreau<br><strong>Year/House:</strong> Papillonlisse, 3rd Year<br><strong>Relationship Status:</strong> Single<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> White t-shirt under open flannel shirt. Skinny jeans, boots and hat. Her mother's wedding ring around her neck on a thin chain (http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7385/12149227995_5f6855a541_o_d.jpg)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Paris Carriage<br><strong>Date:</strong> September 1st<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open<br><br><hr><br><br>The carriage was filling up fast now that the departure time was approaching and it wasn't long before the premium on the empty seat next to Virginie went up. A young man was the first to ask whether or not it was free, speaking in French with a very strong accent from somewhere in America. She hadn't seen his face before so she assumed he was a first year and taking in his clothes she labelled him a definite foreigner. The majority of the coaches occupants were french and dressed casually yet stylishly in an understated kind of way; but his guy looked like a cowboy.<br><br>"Sure, it's free." She replied, she replied slowly, so he could follow her french, when he had asked her whether the seat was free. She pointed at his hat, "Nice hat." She smiled and gestured to her own, "I'm Virginie."<br><br>Virginie wasn't a mean girl, quite the opposite, but she was playful and liked to tease so on spotting that the guy grasp of French was basic she began talking faster and slipping in words she was making up on the spot, trying to befuddle him.<br><br>"So, I'm guessing you're a new rumble tart. Which mansion do you think you're going to get humgorded into?"<br><br>She watched his reaction and started giggling, a wide grin spreading across her face as her petite body shook with laughter. Composing herself, she gave one last soft giggle and held out her hand to him. This time she addressed him in English, a faint accent to her speech.<br><br>"I'm sorry for teasing you but I couldn't resist it. I hope you forgive me." She smiled at him, warm and friendly this time.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beauxbatons Academy of Magic - Carriage </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ArtemisHighmore</strong> on <strong>28-01-2014, 10:00:39</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www4.images.coolspotters.com/photos/718362/kit-harington-profile.png)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong> Valter Endresen (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=193964.25) <br><strong>Year/House:</strong> First year<br><strong>Relationship Status:</strong> Single<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> This, minus the watch. (http://i.imgur.com/VYnlHlg.jpg)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Combined Carriage<br><strong>Date:</strong> September 1st<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Jacqueline (mentioned), Open<br><br>Sensing that Jacqueline would prefer to be on her own, he smiled and gathered his things up again. Settling back in his original seat, he began to pull out his book when he heard the announcement. Not quite understanding what it could mean, he began to pale when the carriage seemed to shake and shift, wondering if they were suddenly going to drop out of the sky and sincerely hoping that that was not the case. When everything settled back down he managed to exhales the breath that he had been holding. Looking around he suddenly noticed so many new faces, feeling even more nervous than before. “Well now… that’s different.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beauxbatons Academy of Magic - Carriage </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Emmykins</strong> on <strong>28-01-2014, 18:40:40</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://ilarge.listal.com/image/3063774/936full-paula-zago.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Character's Name:</strong> Marcelline Zoé Rex<br><strong>Nickname:</strong> Zoé (common), Rex (common), Marcie (hates it)<br><strong>Character's Age &amp; Birth date:</strong> 19. <em>July 21st, 1995</em><br><strong>Relationship Status:</strong> Single.<br><strong>Year/House:</strong> 3rd, Bellefuille<br><strong>Location:</strong> Brussels, Belgium - Carriages<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 1st.<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Professor Fauchex.<br><strong>Wearing:</strong>This, sans bag (http://media-cache-ec0.pinimg.com/736x/49/e4/0c/49e40c847b7db806bd64bc785c07b350.jpg). Messenger Bag. (http://img0.etsystatic.com/006/0/5520134/il_570xN.391262034_9rj2.jpg)<br><strong>Jace:</strong> (http://cdn-www.dailypuppy.com/dog-images/arlo-the-australian-shepherd_38593_2009-12-10_w450.jpg) Present<br></span><hr><hr><span style="font-family: timesnewroman;" class="bbc_font"><br><br>This hadn't been a normal summer for Zoé at all. The fact she was in Brussels said a fair amount about that as a whole, figuring Besançon was far closer to Switzerland, quite south of Paris, and over all just <em>far from Brussels.</em> But family was family, and though she'd never met her Grandfather Gagne, it hadn't stopped her from pre-packing and transfiguring all of her things for Beauxbaton's in addition to what she would need for her stay in Belgium. Spending nearly a week and a half there had been almost too much for her, as she felt largely out of place among the mourners. She cared, but even after the funeral she'd found it to be more like meeting that side of the family for the first time at an age she could remember. Well, ex-family, she guessed, but to her they always would be. It was just a weird mix of feelings with the slightly added awkwardness of the two families actually having no link anymore whatsoever except for Marcelline.<br><br>Arrangements had been made, things had been repacked, Jace was given a thorough bath, and over all she had just prepared herself for what was to come. Which had all led up to her arriving comfortably in time, getting everything unloaded and placed where it needed to go, and then it was with no further adieu she had made her way to find a seat on the carriage. Thankful not to be the only student headed for Beaux from Brussels, she was equally disappointed to have been one of the very few. It didn't help any that she had road the carriage from Besançon both years prior to this one, always somewhat looking forward to hearing the stories from her normal gang of misfits from the tourist town. <br><br>Once she'd climbed up inside, the hand holding Jace lowered the awfully excited adolescent dog who sniffed and panted at the air to the ground. He took a few quick bounds forward, pausing to turn to the short haired girl, and then continued to lead her down the hall until she'd found herself within eyesight of a very familiar husky, one that was approached by the bounding pup with an ineffective pouncing leap, entirely enthused to have found something <em>familiar</em>. Marcelline found herself smiling, just about as relieved as the dog with her was, though the excitement in her gaze also mingled with happiness and amusement. "Pleasant seeing you here," she motioned to the seat with her left hand, each nail painted a different color of the rainbow across both hands. "May I, mademoiselle Desiree Fauchex?" Even knowing the woman to be her senior by some unimportant amount of years, Zoé had offhandedly complimented her even in the first <em>who knew</em> how many seconds, which was about as it had always been. She was especially sweet with the people she considered friends, and Professor Fauchex had helped her quite a bit outside of classes.<br><br>Which was preferable, because Art for grades made Zoé tired to even think about... but because of all of that, she didn't expect the woman to say no. She still waited politely, though, and only once the older woman had agreed, she placed her messenger bag out of her way and stripped off her jacket, laying it over her bag and settling in across from her. Leaning back and getting comfy, she brought her eyes to meet the other woman's, still fully surprised to have anyone there she recognized. Not to mention <em>her.</em> "Do you come from here every year?" Even as she asked it, she could almost feel the coming question of what had brought her to Brussels, and she wasn't entirely sure how to describe the odd course of events other than just as that. Jace calmed down and laid at her feet, panting and lulling onto his side.</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beauxbatons Academy of Magic - Carriage </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Josietta</strong> on <strong>29-01-2014, 02:10:08</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/c2/Colette.png)</div><br><span style="font-family: candara;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 11pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Character Name (PC):</strong> Colette Rosier (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=193964.msg9515883#msg9515883)<br><strong>Year/House:</strong> 3rd year / Papillonlisse<br><strong>Relationship Status:</strong> Single<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> A button down white top with a necktie and a matching pleated skirt, knee high stockings and perfectly shined patent leather black mary janes<br><strong>Location:</strong> Paris Carriage<br><strong>Date:</strong> September 1st<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open, (Glanced to Virginie and Marston)<br><br></span></span><hr><br><span style="font-family: candara;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size">Colette had been on the carriage on time with her luggage stowed appropriately and her persian tucked away in her cat carrier. The young blonde sat next to the window with a book in hand opened to the middle, her head was down as her eyes focused on the pages before her. She was quiet and kept to herself on the trip to the Academy just as she had always done on each trip back.&nbsp; Getting a head start on her studies always helped for those times when things came up that often interrupted you and she was almost always looking one step ahead. Sliding her fingers over the page she turned it to the left and continued to read.<br><br>It was hoped to be an uneventful trip but with new first years on board it was hard to say what could happen. She tried not to get involved in their little spats or their over excitement especially the muggleborns who had never seen a flying carriage before or even a pegasus. She would have rolled her eyes at the squeals of delight if it wouldn't have caused her to misplace her reading spot. Shifting in her place she recrossed her ankles and made sure there was room for everyone on the carriage while maintaining her own space.&nbsp; Last year there were far too many of them next to her for her own comfort and hyperventilation had started. Being in enclosed spaces with too many people often triggered an attack for her and this year she hoped to avoid that even if she had to snap at others who got up into her space. <br><br>Dark blue eyes shifted from her book to the seat across from her then back to the plain text before her again. She could hear the American accent from a mile away and her gaze had shifted in his direction then to the girl he spoke to. She shifted closer to the window and took in a slow deep breath before she turned to the next page. Finally she placed a bookmark in between the pages and closed the hardback book. Leaning her head back she closed her eyes momentarily and then looked out the window at the sky as it passed them by.</span></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beauxbatons Academy of Magic - Carriage </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Niferbelle</strong> on <strong>29-01-2014, 03:41:21</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/0/04/Tai.png)</div><strong>Character Name PC:</strong> Tai Stardel'est (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=193964.msg9427018#msg9427018)<br><strong>Year/House:</strong> Ombrelune, 2nd year<br><strong>Relationship Status:</strong> Single - though no one's really sure<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> khaki trousers, tropical print shirt, robe worn open over both<br><strong>Location:</strong> Carriage from Bordeaux/joined carriages <br><strong>Date:</strong> September 1st<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Mina, Open<br><hr>Tai's normally inscrutable face lit up briefly when he saw Mina, one of the few people he would consider a friend. He'd been in Vietnam most of the summer and hadn't seen her so there was lots to catch up with...she would be doing most of the talking that is but that was all right, he liked listening to her. <br><br>"Anything worth finding is worth looking for," Tai teased her. "I'm fantastic as always. Seeing you is a pleasant surprise."<br><br>Not much of a hugger he still slipped an arm around her shoulders as she embraced him and gave her a light squeeze before letting her sit down and get situated. He just smiled at her for a long moment then made a sudden motion and produced a sprig of bright yellow flowers that were as sunny as she was. It was done in old-fashioned, muggle 'magician' sleight-of-hand but he carried it off smoothly as if it were wandless magic. He handed the blossoms to her gallantly.<br><br>"They're from our yard in Vietnam. They're called bird's eyes...and they're so bright and cheerful they remind me of you," he said, clearly in a good mood now, his grumpiness at finding himself heading back to school evaporating. The flowers were fresh and fragrant and were charmed with a preservation spell so they would remain so for as long as she kept them. "Consider it my apology for not writing more. Now tell me everything I missed!"<br><br>They chatted as the carriage launched, the time passing quickly, and in no time at all notice was given that they had met up with the other carriages and could now move about. He turned to her with a question. "So what do you think? Want to find Akiko?"<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">The Flowers</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/6/6e/Birdseyes.jpg)</div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beauxbatons Academy of Magic - Carriage </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>29-01-2014, 05:44:19</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg157/onilobo/Marston_zps11eddc0b.png)</div><strong>Character Name (PC/NPC):</strong> Edgar Marston Harlaw Jr. <br><strong>Year/House:</strong> Unsorted First year <br><strong>Relationship Status:</strong> Sowing his wild oats <br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Red Plaid cowboy shirt, cowboy hat, faded, well worn wrangler jeans, cowboy boots, rattlesnake skin belt an buckle. (http://images.luvimages.com/luvphotos/j/jason_aldean_in_a_cowboy_hat_and_plaid_shirt-1276.jpg)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Paris Carriage<br><strong>Date:</strong> September 1<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Isla, her dog and Virginie (assuming they are in seats opposite one another) <hr><br>"Thank you kindly." Marston smiled and slid into the seat, placing the guitar case between his legs as he caught the tipping of her hat. "Nice hat, I have never met a Pilgrim before." The young man teased at her version of a cowboy hat, if you could call it that. "A pleasure Virginia (he messed up the name in translation), I'm Edgar Harlaw but most call me Marston." He introduced himself before she verbally assaulted him into a dazed confusion. <br><br>Something about pastry? Mansion...bring a gourd? He tried to replay the words in his mind and decipher them but only managed something about sorting papers? "I don't know darling I'm a little hurt, I'm an emotional fell'er ya'know?" He lied, playing along with her, why not? It was fun, but he was surprised when the carriage began rumble. Marston was not accustomed to this world, cars and carriages rolled on land and did not float in the air. "So now that we are flyin' when do I get my bag of peanuts?" He asked as he leaned over her a little to look out her window, at least that was the excuse he was gonna use if needed. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beauxbatons Academy of Magic - Carriage </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mtpersson</strong> on <strong>29-01-2014, 15:22:29</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://farm4.staticflickr.com/3814/12266730365_194c0708c4_b_d.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name (PC):</strong> Virginie Moreau<br><strong>Year/House:</strong> Papillonlisse, 3rd Year<br><strong>Relationship Status:</strong> Single<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> White t-shirt under open flannel shirt. Skinny jeans, boots and hat. Her mother's wedding ring around her neck on a thin chain (http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7385/12149227995_5f6855a541_o_d.jpg)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Paris Carriage<br><strong>Date:</strong> September 1st<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Marston, Isla, Open<br><br><hr><br>The carriages began to shake and rumble quite violently from side to side. Virginie, who was at that point speaking with Marston, saw a surprised look cross his face which she thought was tinged with a hint of nervousness. Laying a hand on one of his, she reassured him; he was a first year after all.<br><br>"Don't worry, just the carriages merging together. You'll be able to move around and talk to people coming from lots of different cities in a minute."<br><br>She left her hand where it was until the shaking stopped and the surprised look left the American's face. Virginie giggled when he brashly asked for a bag of peanuts like this was some kind of commercial muggle flight. She spoke to him in English whilst rummaging through the bag that sat between her feet.<br><br>"You won't get peanuts here. Not for free anyway. There should be a food trolley somewhere now we've merged but if you're really hungry you can have one of these."<br><br>She held out her hand to him and in it she held a box in the shape of a pentagon. In gold letters the words 'Chocolate Frogs' were written. She saw that he was looking out of the window next to her, leaning forward slightly, and she turned her head to look as well.<br><br>"Beautiful, isn't it?" Virginie said, looking back at him. Over the American's shoulder she saw the blonde sat on her own on the other side of the carriage. Her head was buried in a book, as it always was, and seeing her brought a warm smile to Virginie's lips. She made her excuses to Marston, apologising a promising to meet up once they had landed, and made her way across the carriage.<br><br>From her bag, she took out a small package wrapped in brown parcel paper and secured with a red ribbon. Colette was looking away from her and was watching the clouds drift by when Virginie sat down in the seat opposite her. She held the package in front of her with both hands, offering it to the girl.<br><br>"I got you a present."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beauxbatons Academy of Magic - Carriage </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Timeless</strong> on <strong>29-01-2014, 17:43:54</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://wpc.4d27.edgecastcdn.net/004D27/2013/Editorials/KeiraKnightleyMarieClaireMay2013/Keira%2BKnightley%2BMarie%2BClaire%2BMay%2B2013%2B4.jpg)</div><br><strong>Character Name (PC):</strong> Professor Desiree Fauchex (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=193964.msg9479258#msg9479258)<br><strong>Relationship Status:</strong> Single<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> A jersey pin-stripe dress and a pair of black heels (http://etiquette-tips.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/03/jersey-pinstripe-dress-Isabel-de-.jpeg)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Carriage from Brussels, Belgium - Carriages<br><strong>Date:</strong> September 1st<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Marcelline Zoé Rex<br><strong>Dimitri:</strong> Present<br><br><hr><br>The sounds of her canine companion had made her attention drifted away and gazed down to the sight of her adult Siberian Husky playing along with the smaller yet even more energetic Australian Shepherd puppy. Immediately, she could already figure who the owner could be as the familiar voice sounded, and she lifted her head to see the very familiar face of her student, "Of course, Marcelline. You're always welcome to join me." Desiree had treated her students quite equally, but for Marcelline, the arts teacher had always seen some talent within the younger feminine form of her and she had taken her interest to let the student flourish outside of the classes — even if Marcelline wasn't taking her classes directly. Then again, Desiree had always considered herself as a generous and giving person. Why refuse someone who has interest in arts and would like to take their time outside of their classes to do something with their interest?<br><br>The smile on her lips widened, letting the younger student take the seat across of hers and her gaze fell down again as Dimitri continued to entertain Jace as the two canines played a sort of tagging game between each other.<br><br>At the question, which was expected from her student, she quirked an eyebrow and shook her head gently. "Oh, no," she started to answer, "I usually take other carriages. I went to London for a vacation, you see. So that's why I'm in this carriage now." Chuckling a bit, she pushed a lock of her dark brown hair behind her ear. "Before you asked, I enjoyed myself. I had never been to London before, so it was a new experience." She wouldn't say about her adventures with a few men during her vacation, for it wasn't for her student to know.<br><br>She then tilted her head to the side, focusing her dark brown eyes on the pretty features of Marcelline. "How about you, dearie? Do you live around here? I'm quite surprised to see you on this carriage myself. But still, pleased nevertheless. It's always nice to see students of mine." Just as Jace went to lay down at his owner's feet, Dimitri had went to take his own place beside Desiree and laid his head on her lap; in which Desiree started to pat on the top of his head, "If you don't want to tell me, I don't mind either way. I guess you're rather excited for this year, I feel. This would be your third year, if I'm correct. Pretty exciting, no?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beauxbatons Academy of Magic - Carriage </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Flower</strong> on <strong>29-01-2014, 21:15:09</strong>
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				<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> In a Carriage <br><strong>Date:</strong> September 1<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Leaving Anders and Nionette, Claud <hr> <br><br><br>Gustav wondered if his antics were a bit drastic when his friend's face suddenly paled with mortification rather than excitement. "Umm," he started to add more but it was already too late to repair his error. Nionette or, as Anders intimately called her, Nette was already standing within hearing distance of their chairs with an expectant look on her aristocratic face. It only took a matter of seconds for Gustav's face to glow bright red with embarrassment. He batted a few ideas in his mind of how to properly handle the situation shoved into his lap.<br><br>It felt like there were a million pairs of eyes on him. Gustav wiped his hand against the side of his face nervously then cleared his throat to avoid his voice croaking like someone's beloved toad. "Nionette," he said in a higher tone than normal before he cleared his voice and resumed in his normal tone, "Anders was just going on and on about." He paused unsure of what the girl might be interested in enough to see Anders as a potential conversation partner throughout the duration of the ride to the castle. Thankfully, Gustav was not required to come up with a creative and in all likelihood implausible excuse due to the carriage unexpectedly jerking forward into motion. " Gustav lost his balance and bumped right into the the girl in the process before he pulled back sharply to avoid sending her into a crumbled heap. He quickly regained his footing then reached out in attempt to steady her. Anders probably wanted to kill him. Luckily enough, his assistance was not required. Nionette proved able to handle herself without any help on his part. "My apologies. You better take a seat. In fact, why not take this one." <br><br>That was his brilliant idea. He could see Anders facepalm out the corner of his eye. Before his friend could utter a word of protest, he reached out to grab his belongings and unhook his owl from her position. When Nionette tried to protest, he cut her off before she could even get a world out. "I'm fine really. I was going to change seats even before you boarded the challenge." Gustav feigned an expression of pain and patted his stomach. His owl did not find the movement entertaining at all so she fluttered about in her cage and nicked at his fingers with her sharp beck. "Ouch! I mean, ouch. My stomach. I need to sit closer to the bathroom." Some of the people in nearby seats began to laugh at his expense. However, this was the pains of being someone's wingman. Embarass yourself so they could look better. "Ahh! Aahh! I really need to go!"<br><br>Unable to look at the girl's face, Gustav slipped past her and tried not to stumble as the carriage continued to jerk about. Only once a fair distance away did he glance over his shoulder to see Nionette decided to sit next to Anders. It made his minute of humiliation worth it. With the carriages from all over France and other countries connecting to each other, there were a hell of a lot more students. Of course, most of them were seated by their friends while others had their bags placed in their empty seats with a growl that discouraged him from even bothering to ask. One girl quite frankly told him to jump off a cliff. Finally, he grew tired and stopped in front of an empty seat. Not bothering to ask, he tossed his belongings in the overhead compartment then placed his owl's cage on the hook. It was only then did he noticed the blood swelling from the cuts delivered from his loving owl. Gustav tossed the owl a glare which she gave back for all her worth. <br><br>Rather than have a staring contest with an owl, he turned to the menace known as Claudette then held out his hand for silence before that snappish tongue could lash out at him. "I have been searching for a seat for about five minutes now, and I am going to sit here hether if you want me to or not." He shook his hand for emphasis but did not exactly count on the blood to splatter. "Oh no." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beauxbatons Academy of Magic - Carriage </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>persephone325</strong> on <strong>30-01-2014, 00:23:08</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://files.myopera.com/kan838/albums/908326/yuri-ebihara-wallpapers-hotgirlsindexcom-29.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name (PC):</strong> Minako "Mina" Tengan (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=193964.msg9484273#msg9484273)<br><strong>Year/House:</strong> Papillonlisse - 2nd year<br><strong>Relationship Status:</strong> Single (As far as anyone knows...)<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> This (http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=111026717)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Bordeaux Carriage/Joined Carriages<br><strong>Date:</strong> September 1st, 2014<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Tai, Aki-chan, open<br><hr>Mina smiled at his playfulness. That was part of the reason she liked hanging out with him so much. He seemed to get her personality. Plus, it didn't hurt that he was easy on the eyes... From what Mina knew about him, he seemed like he belonged in a different mansion than Ombrelune. Most of the students sorted there were emotionless and came off as cold. Tai never seemed that way. At least when she was around, he didn't.<br><br>She watched carefully as Tai produced a beautiful sprig of yellow flowers she hadn't seen before. Her smile grew wider and she made a little 'aww' sound as she gently took the flowers from him. She held them close to her nose and inhaled their scent deeply. They smelled like no flower she had smelled before.<br><br>"They're beautiful!" Mina tucked the yellow flowers behind her ear and smiled. "Apology accepted. You certainly know how to say sorry!" She winked, then chuckled softly. She talked to him for a little while before the announcement of the joining of the carriages interrupted them. After a few bumps, which scared Suki a little, the carriages were joined.<br><br>"Yeah!" Mina replied eagerly. "Believe it or not, we actually came separately." She bit her lip. "I had to get away from my father..." She didn't enjoy saying anything about her father, so the words were laced with venom as she spoke them. Shaking her head, she put her scarf back on and tied it around her neck and under her arm. She made it like a sash, and put Suki in it like it was a makeshift cradle.<br><br>"Enough gloomy narrow-minded muggle talk! I'm sure Aki-chan would be happy to see you as well." Mina sprang up from the seat and smiled, ushering Tai to stand up as well. "A joyous reunion awaits!" The thought of seeing her sister again filled her with excitement. Like a young child in a candy store. The troublesome thoughts of her father faded away slowly.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beauxbatons Academy of Magic - Carriage </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Josietta</strong> on <strong>30-01-2014, 00:33:44</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/c2/Colette.png)</div><br><span style="font-family: candara;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 11pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Character Name (PC):</strong> Colette Rosier (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=193964.msg9515883#msg9515883)<br><strong>Year/House:</strong> 3rd year / Papillonlisse<br><strong>Relationship Status:</strong> Single<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> A button down white top with a necktie and a matching pleated skirt, knee high stockings and perfectly shined patent leather black mary janes<br><strong>Location:</strong> Paris Carriage<br><strong>Date:</strong> September 1st<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Virginie, Open<br><br></span></span><hr><br><span style="font-family: candara;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size">As she sat there looking out the window she didn't even see Virginie approach. The blonde half blood was one of Colettes closest friends and one of the few non Purebloods she allowed herself to get close to. She heard her voice and turned to look and see a small package held out for her. It was months away til her birthday and Christmas was a couple months off as well, so she tilted her head a little at the present and then looked back at her friend. A slow smile crept up on her lips as she took the gift in hand and gave a polite and quiet response.<br><br><strong>"Oh Virginie... you shouldn't have. But thank you. You are too good to me."</strong><br><br>She began to untie the ribbon and slowly opened the package with ease and precision. She wasn't the sort to just tear into the wrapping as some might, instead she unfolded it at the taped placing and slowly opened it up. Upon seeing the book inside her smile brightened and her cheeks were dusted in a soft pink as she covered up the front of the novel with the paper wrapping so that no one else might see. A small giggle escaped and she looked back to Virginie again before glancing to Marston who had been busy with his chocolate frogs now. She looked to the book again and then to her friend once more.<br><br><strong>"Its perfect! I can't wait to get lost in its pages. You're the best!"</strong><br><br>Slipping up she leaned over to give her a hug and a kiss to each cheek. Her proper manners intact for the most part even if she couldn't sit still and had a permagrin on her face now. She didn't waste a moment more opening the book and began on the first page without a second thought. Anyone who knew her, would soon realize that giving Colette a book like this would result in nothing more than a loss of conversation as the pages absorbed her complete attention.<br><br></span></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beauxbatons Academy of Magic - Carriage </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Loves</strong> on <strong>30-01-2014, 00:40:14</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i975.photobucket.com/albums/ae240/samanthamazur/ConnieAvie_zps1bd48eb5.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name PC:</strong> Constance Maree Jeannie Beauregard&nbsp; <br>(goes by Connie) (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=193964.msg9449326#msg9449326)<br><strong>Relationship Status:</strong> Dating &nbsp;Ettiene Bonhomme &nbsp;(http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=193964.msg9427792#msg9427792)<br><strong>House and Year</strong> Papillonlisse, second year student <br><strong>Location:</strong>Carriage from Marseilles<br><strong>Date:</strong> September 1st <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Ettienech (watching Claudette, noticing Gustav and his owl) and Open<br><br>*wearing (http://media-cache-ec0.pinimg.com/736x/a5/4e/85/a54e855a2c8caa9d55da19e04dccd585.jpg)<br>*note, she is not wearing the hat* <br><br><br><hr><br>A soft, yet adorable pout formed on Constance lips, while her perfectly arched brows knitted, forming a v-shape. Claudette was not as bad as the boys were making her out to be. She was a beautiful young woman with a strong personality and at times could be a little bit opinionated. Yes, she had a temper but that only went to prove how passionate she was. Surely there was a young man equal to the task of making Claudette as happy as Ettiene made Constance...even just a little! <strong>”Do not be horrid. Claudette is a lovely girl, really. She is just...moody. I think love will soften her a great deal. Perhaps she is prickly, but underneath my friend is a strong and passionate woman that any man should count himself lucky to be with.”</strong> <br><br>Glancing over her shoulder once more she tried to gain Claudettes attention, however the carriages chose that moment to jerk as they connected as one. Already balancing on the edge of her seat, Connie released a girlish and somewhat surprised squeal before losing her balance and falling onto the floor at Ettiene’s feet. <strong>”Mon Dieu!”</strong> shifting from the floor, most likely with the help of her boyfriend, Connie resumed her seat, and the task of spying on Claudette. At some point during the accidental fall it appeared that her friend had gained the company of a young man...and an owl. <br><br><strong>”See...see...she has been joined by a young and attractive man...oh dear.”</strong> The look on her friends face promised that a storm was brewing under all that mystique.&nbsp; <strong>”Perhaps I should intervene? What do you think Ettiene?”</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beauxbatons Academy of Magic - Carriage </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ArtemisHighmore</strong> on <strong>30-01-2014, 02:22:49</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www4.images.coolspotters.com/photos/718362/kit-harington-profile.png)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong> Valter Endresen (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=193964.25) <br><strong>Year/House:</strong> First year<br><strong>Relationship Status:</strong> Single<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> This, minus the watch. (http://i.imgur.com/VYnlHlg.jpg)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Combined Carriage<br><strong>Date:</strong> September 1st<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open<br><br>He was tucked down low in his seat, his back against the corner created by his seat and the window. The book was perched against his leg, his eyes shifting slowly back and forth as he immersed himself even more into this magical world. He was finding the history to be quite intriguing, especially the links that connected this realm to the one he was more familiar with, finding it interesting how things he had once considered to be miracles weren’t really all that supernatural. How was it that they had managed to blend so well that they could do outright magic and ‘muggles’ would never really understand the possibilities. He made him wonder how many magicians were actual wizards and merely toned it down for the amusement of simpler people. <br><br>As he turned the page, he took a moment to look around the carriage. Everyone seemed to be settling into their various groups and he smirked. He could spot a few people that were sitting by them selves and he suspected that they might be first years like him self, unfamiliar with the older students. He considered moving but quickly changed his mind. That hadn’t gone so well for him the last time. Better to just sit still and wait for the carriage to arrive at school. He was sure he would have plenty of time to find someone to get to know once he made it there…. Hopefully.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beauxbatons Academy of Magic - Carriage </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Loves</strong> on <strong>30-01-2014, 02:33:35</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i975.photobucket.com/albums/ae240/samanthamazur/dFNG5BTi033S_zpsa5e722e0.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name PC:</strong> Claudette Nadeen Touchet&nbsp; <br>(goes by Claud) (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=193964.msg9460236#msg9460236)<br><strong>Relationship Status:</strong> Single<br><strong>House and Year</strong> Ombrelune, second year student <br><strong>Location:</strong>Carriage from Marseilles<br><strong>Date:</strong> September 1st <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Gustav and his smelly owl, Open <br><br>*wearing (http://fashionistatrends.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/10/classy-outfits-44.jpg)<br><br><hr><br>The noise that poluted her solitude was the first to alert Claudette that her private world had been invaded. Looking over with a sharp expression on her features she narrowed her eyes at the sight of “Farmer Ted.”&nbsp; She of course knew his name was Gustav, but it just didn’t roll from the tongue as freely as the nickname she had awarded him. The second affront to her peace and quiet was the offending bird stuffed in a cage. The only redeeming feature the feathered beast had going for it was the soul scorching glare it held for its owner. Claude briefly thought it might be worth while to flick her wand, opening the cage freeing the pissed off owl. With any luck it would peck out the eyes of her unwanted and uninvited visitor. <br><br><strong>”What do you think you are doing… excuse me!”</strong> her voice rose to an earsplitting volume as Gustav attempted to silence her by raising his hand as if he were her lord and master. No one,&nbsp; NO ONE controlled Claudette Nadeen Touchet! <strong>”How dare you! Mon Dieu! Imbecile! You’ve bloodied my blouse!”</strong> The look on her face was priceless. Her beautiful, perfectly white blouse was not splattered with tiny speckles of blood. It really wasn’t that big of a deal, as the stains could have easily been removed with a well used cleaning spell. However that was hardly reason to spread ones blood about the place like you were offering a homemade treat! <br><br>Standing, or rather springing to her feet Claudette moved to collect her carry on bag when she realized it was still in the overhead compartment above her previous seat that she had shared with Constance and her constant companion, Ettiene. Not to mention the wonder twits! Could this day get any worse?! <strong>”Out of my way you…”</strong>she was about to spill yet another insult when another bump caused her to propel forward into his arms. The surprised expression was classic. Her pretty green eyes sparkled, and framed with dark, thick lashes, while her painted lips formed the perfect o-shape. For a moment, a single heartbeat, Claudette was vulnerable. <br><br>And then the indignation struck a cord that released the shrew. <br><br><strong>”How dare you manhandle me! Let me go now! Release me!”</strong> As she moved smoothly into the dramatics that she was well known for Claudette barely&nbsp; struggled to get out of his hold, especially considering Gustav had only reacted to the fall and was hardly heartbroken to let her go. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beauxbatons Academy of Magic - Carriage </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MabFaerie</strong> on <strong>30-01-2014, 05:33:00</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i127.photobucket.com/albums/p121/Mab_faerie/Elliquiy/Beauxbatons%20Academy/emilie_zps977a0893.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name (PC/NPC):</strong> Emilie Callahan (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=193964.msg9475925#msg9475925)<br><strong>Year/House:</strong> 1st Year<br><strong>Relationship Status:</strong> Single<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Well-loved Travel attire and messenger bag. (http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=110834464)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Bern Carriage<br><strong>Date:</strong> September 1st<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Afanassii Abezi'ana, OPEN<br><br><hr><br>Before Emilie could inquire more as to what Afanassii's reasons behind his vagueness were, a clear voice called out over an unseen intercom, announcing the merging of the carriages.<br>After a bit less jostling than Emilie would have expected, the voice spoke again, confirming the transition before fading out to whence it came. <br><br>"Would you think me silly if I said I didn't even notice the carriages taking off in the first place?" Emilie admitted, laughing softly to herself at her own foolishness. How could she have not heard any prior announcement or felt the carriage begin to take flight. Had she really been so absorbed in their conversation or had the movement been so effortless that it did not warrant noticing until attention was drawn to it? Magic, as Emilie was ever learning, remained quite the impressive specimen.<br>&nbsp; <br>"Perhaps we will be accompanied by some of your friends soon?" Emilie politely suggested as she offered a quick glance about at the emptiness of their space. Had the teachers left to visit another carriage? They must have at some point as it appeared all who remained were just the two of them now. <br>For some reason that notion made Emilie slightly nervous. It was not that she was uncomfortable with Afanassii, as he seemed nice enough by far, but that Emilie preferred the escapism she could find in the presence of others. <br><br>Usually someone else would interject in Emilie's social interactions with an offhand comment or two and a conversation would take off between the new person and the one Emilie was chatting with, allowing her a moment to slip into the background and spare herself further embarrassment or unpleasantness. With no one else around Emilie felt herself cast into some unseen spotlight, all eyes on her and all ears listening. It was a terrifying concept that Emilie couldn't help but feel a little ashamed of. Normal people were afraid of heights or spiders, but Emilie? Emilie was afraid of people; people and every single interaction she experienced with them. <br><br>Deep down, she hoped it was a fear that could be tamed. <br>&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beauxbatons Academy of Magic - Carriage </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PhantomPistoleer</strong> on <strong>30-01-2014, 06:01:29</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://media-cache-ec0.pinimg.com/236x/f8/69/4d/f8694d3a2bd7f1ca1e1f3e052c5c30df.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong>&nbsp; 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>&nbsp; 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>Ettiene didn't really want to talk about Claudette.<br><br>&nbsp;"Babe, the last thing I want to do is talk about Claudette," Ettiene said.<br><br>Ettiene swore to himself that he would never talk to Constance about Claudette again.<br><br>&nbsp;"And you know what else, babe?&nbsp; I never want to talk about her ever again.&nbsp; I'm done.&nbsp; No more.&nbsp; That's it."<br><br>The three young men knew that the joining of the carriages was about to happen.&nbsp; Kenneth had pointed out, a long time ago, that you could actually feel it happening beneath you.&nbsp; Abel never failed to remark that it would have been lovely if someone at least warned everyone before it happened.&nbsp; Indeed, it just happened.&nbsp; And it -- the boys liked to refer to it as 'The Jolting' -- was about to happen now!&nbsp; Kenneth felt it and braced for The Jolting.&nbsp; Abel didn't feel it coming, but he was sitting and buckled, sulking about his failed conquest.&nbsp; Ettiene, as usual, was entranced by his phenomenal girlfriend, in whom he found the spark of life, and whose absence made him unlike himself.&nbsp; Yes, the beautiful Constance completed Ettiene.&nbsp; He was really marveling at her when she suddenly fell to the ground.<br><br>&nbsp;"Huh?" Ettiene asked as his gaze was no longer pondering on the woman's perfection, but instead, pondering where she went.&nbsp; He looked down, his eyes went wide, and he jumped out of his seat to help her up.&nbsp; &nbsp;"Good grief, Constance!&nbsp; You fell, you poor girl.&nbsp; Here, let me help you up.&nbsp; No, no, it's okay."<br><br>&nbsp;"How did she fall out of her seat, Ettiene?"&nbsp; Abel suddenly asked.<br><br>&nbsp;"I don't know!" Ettiene responded.&nbsp; &nbsp;"Just shut up, okay?"&nbsp; He then turned to look at Constance.&nbsp; &nbsp;"I meant, 'shut up, Abel!'&nbsp; Not, 'shut up, Constance.'&nbsp; Because, you..."<br><br>&nbsp;"I'm just saying, if she ate more, then maybe she would have the prerequisite weight upon her bones to not go flying out of chairs during The Jolting. I'm just saying."<br><br>&nbsp;"You insufferable ass!&nbsp; Shut up!" Ettiene said, getting hot at the gills.<br><br>&nbsp;"Is this something that we should have an intervention about?" Kenneth asked sweetly.&nbsp; &nbsp;"Abel makes me watch television.&nbsp; And we've been watching this show called Intervention?&nbsp; I don't know how muggles do it, but they always find a way to surprise me.&nbsp; I learned so much!"<br><br>Ettiene guffawed when he witnessed Gustav fall over Claudette.&nbsp; He covered his face trying not to laugh.&nbsp; He then turned to Kenneth and pointed to a chair.&nbsp; Kenneth tried to whine his way out of not having an intervention, but Ettiene pointed at the seat and Kenneth relented.&nbsp; He kissed Constance on the forehead and sat down.<br><br>&nbsp;"You think Gustav is attractive?" Ettiene said.&nbsp; Kenneth and Abel both chortled.&nbsp; &nbsp;"That guy's a..."<br><br>&nbsp;"He's a clown!" Abel said, balling up a piece of paper and hurling it at Gustav.&nbsp; &nbsp;"What, did you trip over your clown shoes?&nbsp; Ha!"<br><br>&nbsp;"Look, I think that we can all agree that Gustav's a little different.&nbsp; Heck, personally, he irritates the FUCK out of me.&nbsp; But be nice, Abel.&nbsp; New year, remember?"<br><br>&nbsp;"Hey, clown boy!&nbsp; Nice going.&nbsp; I hated Claudette's blouse anyways.&nbsp; It made her look like a nun.&nbsp; HEY!"<br><br>&nbsp;"Don't say it!" Ettiene said, jumping on top of Abel and trying to clasp his hand over his mouth.&nbsp; &nbsp;"For the love of all that is holy, don't go there, Abel."<br><br>&nbsp;"What?&nbsp; Get off of me!" Abel said, fighting Ettiene off.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Beauxbatons Academy of Magic - Carriage </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>30-01-2014, 08:14:35</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg157/onilobo/Marston_zps11eddc0b.png)</div><strong>Character Name (PC/NPC):</strong> Edgar Marston Harlaw Jr. <br><strong>Year/House:</strong> Unsorted First year <br><strong>Relationship Status:</strong> Sowing his wild oats <br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Red Plaid cowboy shirt, cowboy hat, faded, well worn wrangler jeans, cowboy boots, rattlesnake skin belt an buckle. (http://images.luvimages.com/luvphotos/j/jason_aldean_in_a_cowboy_hat_and_plaid_shirt-1276.jpg)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Leaving the Paris Carriage, passing through the&nbsp; Marseilles Carriage <br><strong>Date:</strong> September 1<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Virginie, that huge group in Mariselle (in passing) before ending at the Bern Carriage- Afanassii and Emillie&nbsp; &nbsp;<hr><br><br><br><br><div align="center"><strong><em>Paris Carriage </em></strong></div><br>"Worry? This little jolt? This is nothing to worry about darling, I've been tossed around a few times and I manage to stay on, but enough of my last girlfriend." Marston shared with a wicked little smirk, noting how she had reached for his hand. "But if you want a reason to hold my hand, I'll keep you safe from the big bad carriage." He added, shifting into English as she had revealed to him she was multilingual. Marston looked on curiously as she produced a little purple box out of her bag, explained what it was and quickly excused herself. He did manage to watch her walk away and send her off with a whistle before he opened the candy. <br><br>"Hmmm...it's a frog of chocolate." He discovered as he went for it and the little bastard hopped over his head! "The hell..." Marston shot out of his seat and turned to grab the candy and once more failed as it leaped out of his grasp! In a twist of luck, the back door opened as a few students switched carriages and his candy escaped! "Figures." He sighed and started to walk to retrieve his frog when he promptly returned to take his guitar case! Marston and that guitar were inseparable, it was the last thing his father had given him. <br><br><div align="center"><strong><em> Marseilles Carriage </em></strong></div><br>The wrapper from the candy was shoved into his pocket as he switched into the new carriage. Marston saw his chocolate frog hopping all over the place and he debated if he even wanted to eat it, in the event he caught it! The first year ran off, dodging people as he zipped-zagged in between people as if he was running for a Touchdown. "Pardon me, sorry about that...watch out! Hello there!" He greeted as the frog managed to slip down a blouse. Marston stopped and spun. "Pardon me Miss...but there is something down your shirt I want...." He was saying as the frog jumped away and vanished into the next carriage! "Damn it!" Marston left, barely giving the awesome pair of tits&nbsp; a second glance (Claudette) and a wink before he ran off into the next carriage! <br><br><div align="center"><em><strong>Lyon Carriage </strong></em></div>Marston blitzed through the carriage, the frog managed to piss off a few people and sow some chaos but he was in and out of it before anyone could get more than a word of surprise in! If that frog thought it would give up, it had another thing coming! For a moment he wondered if this was a prank by the lovely little pilgrim over in the Paris carriage. She was going to get a talking too, that was for damn sure! <br><br><div align="center"><strong><em>Bern Carriage </em></strong></div><br>Marston burst into the half occupied carriage in hot pursuit and managed to snatch it out of the air as it tried to land on a redhead's lap (Emillie). The Texan held onto the frog in one hand and looked at the two people he had interrupted. "Sorry about that, first time eating one of these things...if people had to run after chocolates all the time, they wouldn't get fat now, would they?" He said in his basic french and heavy drawl in his American Accent before chuckling. His hand opened a bit to look at the candy and with a shrug he tossed it into his mouth. He didn't know where the damn thing had been, but like hell was he going to give it the satisfaction of not being eaten! <em>Hmmm not bad, worth it. </em><br><br>Before he left he looked at the two in the seats. "Have you two seen the lady with the peanuts? A trolley lady I think?" He asked the two as he scanned the aisle, looking for something else to eat now that his appetite was gnawing at his belly. <br><br><hr>*Note* Blue is him speaking in English, eventually it will phase out as his French improves. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beauxbatons Academy of Magic - Carriage </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>persephone325</strong> on <strong>30-01-2014, 09:01:17</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://31.media.tumblr.com/9dd5413642406343087ac66dc2489f00/tumblr_mqi0x0RXzP1rmzzyeo1_1280.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name (PC):</strong> Rei Taniguchi (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=193964.msg9470399#msg9470399)<br><strong>Year/House:</strong> Bellefeuille - 3rd year<br><strong>Relationship Status:</strong> Single<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> This (http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=111851672)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Lyon Carriage/Joined Carriages<br><strong>Date:</strong> September 1st, 2014<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> OPEN<br><strong>Lyla (http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/c/c2/Rainbow_lorikeet.jpg):</strong> Present<br><hr>Rei stepped onto the Lyon carriage and smiled slightly. It had felt like forever since she stepped foot on the Beauxbatons carriage. It felt like home, and she was excited. Not many students could say they were excited to be going back to school. But Rei was an exception.<br><br>She headed down the passage of the carriage and settled for the empty on in the very back. As rude as it might have seemed, she closed and locked the door of the compartment. There were plenty of other compartments, and she didn't particularly care to socialize at the moment. Once the carriage took off, however, she unlocked and opened the door.<br><br>Rei sat on the seat and rummaged through her bag. She pulled out her divination materials, and set her own personal crystal ball on the little side table that protruded from the wall where the large window was. She ran her fingers over the smooth surface of the ball and inhaled slowly. There was nothing she liked more, than having her divination things so close by.<br><br>After a while, Rei heard the announcement of the carriages merging as they neared the school. It seemed that she had been in some sort of trance while she stared into her crystal ball. It only felt like a few minutes, but it had actually been a few hours. How had time gone by so quickly...?<br><br>Shrugging it off, the young girl gently placed her crystal ball back into her bag and pulled her tarot cards out of their well kept holder. She shuffled the cards, closing her eyes and calming herself. She didn't plan on doing anything in depth. Just a one card reading for what the rest of the day had in store for her. When she was ready, she drew one card from the deck.<br><br><em>Ace of Wands - Spark of energy for a new passion</em><br><br>As Rei sat there and absorbed what that meant, a chocolate frog jumped onto the table and hopped away just as quickly. The lone tarot card fell to the floor, and Rei jumped and squealed in surprise. She held her hand to her chest and watched the frog hop away. A few moments later, a young man ran by. Rei assumed he was looking for the frog, and she chuckled softly.<br><br>She picked the card up off the floor, and set it back in the deck. The young girl put everything back in her bag, and closed her eyes. Lyla, her little lorikeet, chirped softly as if to say "Don't forget me!" Rei whistled softly, and she perched happily on her shoulder.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beauxbatons Academy of Magic - Carriage </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>30-01-2014, 09:42:19</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1171.photobucket.com/albums/r554/onilobo1/Matias_zpsc39430f2.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name (PC/NPC):</strong> Professor Chevalier<br><strong>Year/House:</strong> Bellefeuille's Head of House<br><strong>Relationship Status:</strong> Single with a few Amis-Amants <br><strong>Wearing:</strong> &lt;-- Blue Suit<br><strong>Location:</strong> Marseille Carriage<br><strong>Date:</strong> September 1<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; Prof. Washington with an eye kept on the students in the carriage <hr><br>"What's wrong Professor Washington...the summer far to long and bland for you?" Matias found himself leaning in to whisper the words, teasing the lovely brunette. He fought the urge to claim her earlobe with his teeth as he had done plenty of other times. Rumors or whisperings didn't bother Matias, but he did have to set an example or be labeled a hypocrite. <br><br>"Can you blame me for trying to get one over on you..." Matias asked, his brow perking as she began to press her hell into his leg. The man began to tsk at her, shaking his head back and forth at her, swearing by stare alone that she would pay for any and everything she did while on the ride. The jostling of the carriages was nothing to take to much notice of, the commotion that followed after was. (Marston running through the carriage). <br><br>"uh oh...looks like we might need to make our presence known soon, but we need to settle the conditions of our wager." Marston agreed and pondered her counter offer. It was not a bad proposal and he couldn't think of anything else at that moment. "Alright, deal, babysitting duty for the children when they go into the village." He agreed and celebrated their deal with a fresh pour of wine. "On second thought, it might be a bad idea if I get up too quickly." He smiled, their carriage was under control, the others had to have some professors in them! 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beauxbatons Academy of Magic - Carriage </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mtpersson</strong> on <strong>30-01-2014, 11:25:30</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://farm4.staticflickr.com/3814/12266730365_194c0708c4_b_d.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name (PC):</strong> Virginie Moreau<br><strong>Year/House:</strong> Papillonlisse, 3rd Year<br><strong>Relationship Status:</strong> Single<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> White t-shirt under open flannel shirt. Skinny jeans, boots and hat. Her mother's wedding ring around her neck on a thin chain (http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7385/12149227995_5f6855a541_o_d.jpg)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Paris Carriage<br><strong>Date:</strong> September 1st<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Colette, Open<br><br><hr><br><br>Virginie watched Colette open the package with a smile on her face which only grew wider and brighter as she saw the pretty blonde sat across from her begin to blush. Leaning forward to hug her friend and kiss both of her cheeks, she whispered in her ear,<br><br>"You can stop stealing my ones now."<br><br>Sitting back in her seat, Virginie watched as Colette quickly began devouring the first pages of the book. She smiled to herself remembering how she had once returned to their dorm and found Colette lying on her bed fascinated and utterly engrossed in one of the books that Virginie kept in her trunk. It wasn't until it was dog-eared and well thumbed that Virginie got that book back.<br><br>Jumping up, Virginie quickly moved across from her seat and sat down next to Colette, resting her chin on the blondes shoulder. In a low, husky voice, she began reading the first few lines out loud.<br><br>"Arousal. Zoë felt it as soon as her car approached the village of Carbrey. Her thighs instinctively pressed together, her hands moving on the surface of the steering wheel. It was almost as if a warm, lingering touch had moved over her entire body."<br><br>She stopped and descended into a fit of giggles as she watched her friends reaction.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beauxbatons Academy of Magic - Carriage </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Flower</strong> on <strong>30-01-2014, 15:20:30</strong>
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				<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> In a Carriage <br><strong>Date:</strong> September 1<hr><br>Her voice was shriller than a blackbird's when she raised her voice in anger. Gustva visibly winced before he noticed it was not his words which bothered her but his actions. More specifically, his finger. Well, maybe not. Women, like her, tended to become harpies at the smallest infraction. Upon noticing the bright blotches of blood on her pristine shirt, he genuinely felt horrible because ruining it was not his intention. Quickly, to avoid accidentally flinging around his blood, Gustav wiped his hand at the dark black fabric of his slacks and tried not to grimace openly when it stung with agitation. He held onto the faintest hope that perhaps it was not too late to rectify the situation. "I didn't mean—."<br><br>The apology did not even make it pass his lips because Claudette had already rose from her chair with intent to force her way by him. At first, this did not bother him because he considered what he would gain by her leaving. Not one but two seats in the process. He could spend the entire ride to Beauxbaton's with his feet up and not a care in the world other than moving them once someone tried to walk by. Yet, the good natured part of him would not allow it. He never wanted to oust her from the joint chairs. He just wanted one. "Will you please stop yelling—." Of course, Claudette interrupted him again although not with her viperish mouth. This time, she surprised him with a full body collision. Gustav would have preferred the verbal lashing. He held out his hands in front of him like a zombie rather than protectively engulf her in his arms like he would any other female. Females behaved like civilized at least. Still, he did not want to let her drop to the train's floor like a hot potato because Claudette was much worst the vegetable. Potatoes could not box his ears until he ran at top speed seeking sanctuary. <br><br>He gulped hard when she stared up at him with the embers of hell burning in her eyes. "I'm <em>really</em>—." Would he ever manage to complete a sentence with this woman?! By this point, Gustav was ready for her to slap or hex him in order to be done with it. "I'm not manhandling you, you—." This time, he stopped himself because calling her a loon was not right even if she embodied those characteristics perfectly right now. His neck felt like someone poured hot wax onto his skin when Claudette started to struggle against him. Gustav was very, very happy in his relationship back home with Marie but she was not as pretty as Claudette nor did she have those curves. His face burned hotter until the tips of his ears glowed. Gustav was growing an erection despite his best attempts to think of her foul mannerisms. His bag tumbled over when he finally wrenched himself from contact with her. <br><br>Before he could even catch his breath or wipe the nervous glean of sweat from his forehead, the situation turned from bad to worst. He should have known. Where Claudette could be found her friend, Constance, was not too far behind, which also meant boy extraordinaire and lapdog, Etienne, would be at her heels. And attached to his fur would be the ticks, Abel and Kenneth. <br><br>"Shit," he cursed under his&nbsp; breath when they began to hurl insults and literal paper in his direction. 'Course, the cad's aim was true and the balled up parchment managed to whack him against the side of the face. Humiliation glinted in his eyes before he turned away from the rowdy trio and glared angrily at Claudette. If she had not been such a nuisance then they would not have garnered attention from her pals. His fist balled up but then unfurled just as quickly. Ignoring the boys', he walked forward and unhooked his pissed off owl from her place. "I'm sorry for messing up your shirt." With that, he bent down to pick up his bag then made his way down the train aisle again in search of a seat, ensuring the cage was slightly in front of his pants to avoid someone noticing his condition. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beauxbatons Academy of Magic - Carriage </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SpiralSpider</strong> on <strong>30-01-2014, 22:43:39</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1226.photobucket.com/albums/ee406/Mostly_roleplay_pictures/People/Males/124_zps06b100c0.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name (PC):</strong> Luc-Ambroise de Sade (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=193964.msg9482367#msg9482367)<br><strong>Year/House:</strong> 4th Year; Ombrelune<br><strong>Relationship Status:</strong> unattached<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> a brown suit and shiny dress shoes<br><strong>Location:</strong> Carriage from Paris, Fance<br><strong>Date:</strong> September 1st<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Jean-Paul Lesperance and Leonore Braun<br><br>Luc-Ambroise nodded along to Leonore's words, showing support that Jean-Paul shouldn't have much trouble making the team. He was obviously impressed when the lady revealed he had tutored her. "You are a gentleman of many talents, Jean-Paul!" <br><br>When Leonore said the village was interesting, he chuckled. "Don't get me wrong. The village is everything when you are still new to the school. Beauxbatons can be somewhat restrictive in behavior and definitely in attire. It is wonderful to get away and become a part of the greater public." He blushed a little and looked down at the floor, twirling the hat in his hands. "I also have to admit that I... I do enjoy shopping." He looked back at Leonore and answered her other question. "My holiday was quite enjoyable, actually. I traveled with my family some. I spent a weekend at a beach in Italy that was flooded with muggle tourists. I think that was my favorite part."<br><br>He considered the dark-skinned man's words and nodded slowly. "Yes and no.... I was born near Toulouse but I have spent much of my life in Paris. I wouldn't change a thing about that, too. I do so enjoy a large, bustling city."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beauxbatons Academy of Magic - Carriage </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SpiralSpider</strong> on <strong>30-01-2014, 23:14:57</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1226.photobucket.com/albums/ee406/Mostly_roleplay_pictures/People/twins/Yuri%20and%20Eri%20Ebihara/eebihara_zps99cc80fa.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name (PC):</strong> Akiko Tengan (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=193964.msg9484200#msg9484200)<br><strong>Year/House:</strong> 2nd year / Papillionlisse<br><strong>Relationship Status:</strong> single<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> the Beauxbatons uniform<br><strong>Location:</strong> joined carriage<br><strong>Date:</strong> September 1st<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Tai, Minako<br><br>Aki had succeeded in relaxing so much that she had started to drift off, her fox's fur feeling so soft and comforting as she gingerly waved her fingers about in it. Everything had been so quiet in her little corner of the carriage for the first part of the trip. Even though she had boarded in a bigger city, she had been left alone so it wasn't until the announcement came over the speaker that she was jostled from her sleep. She remembered the carriage joining from last year, but had forgotten about it. The French brought her back to consciousness in a somewhat confused state, not immediately recognizing the language in transition.<br><br>Her more lively and outgoing twin sister, Mina, should be somewhere around now. With a stretch, she looked left and right at the new seat rows that had formed, though she still attempted to keep from being too noticeable. When she didn't spy her sister's happy face immediately, she looked down to the white little fluffball on her lap and asked, "What do you think, Tengoku? Should we just stay here and wait for her to find us? She's likely already up and looking, or else busy with other things...."<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beauxbatons Academy of Magic - Carriage </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SpiralSpider</strong> on <strong>31-01-2014, 00:08:27</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1226.photobucket.com/albums/ee406/Mostly_roleplay_pictures/People/Males/Andrej/7968e38f-8592-4d0a-8600-c85f60b33941_zpsac091115.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> joined carriage<br><strong>Date:</strong> September 1st<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Emilie, Marston <br><br>As the disembodied voice announced the carriage joining, Nassii turned to give his new friend a sheepish grin. "I should have warned you about that, shouldn't I have?" He asked, shaking his head when she asked if he thought her silly. "I hadn't noticed, either... Perhaps we will find a few of my friends, as you say...." He hadn't even thought of it yet, so engrossed in getting to know the lovely first year as he was. He took a quick look around, finding the suddenly empty section of carriage surprising. <br><br>Usually, he might be known to make a playful romantic advance in a situation like this, but the two of them had only just met and she was obviously somewhat anxious. He didn't realize her anxiety had anything to do with the two of them being alone, he figured it was all about the fact that she was worried about the sorting ceremony that would be taking place all too soon now. His rumination was drawn short as a fresh-faced stranger burst in by the two of them, chasing something tiny and brown. <em>"A chocolate frog! Of course!"</em> He thought upon getting a good look at it. He laughed loudly, enjoying the scene that had unfolded so quickly. <br><br>There was no mistaking that accent. He had spent some time in America and was used to the southern drawl and, since he and Emilie had already been conversing in English, he responded to the boy in his own language, "No, I am afraid I have not seen anyone out and about selling snacks yet." The thought made him conscious of his own hunger and he looked down, rummaging through his messenger bag. A moment later, he pulled out a colorful strand of Churchkhela (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Churchkhela) and he rose to hand the candied nuts over to the American boy. "But I do have these to share. It might seem odd, but I think you might enjoy them."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beauxbatons Academy of Magic - Carriage </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MabFaerie</strong> on <strong>31-01-2014, 03:18:14</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i127.photobucket.com/albums/p121/Mab_faerie/Elliquiy/Beauxbatons%20Academy/emilie_zps977a0893.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name (PC/NPC):</strong> Emilie Callahan (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=193964.msg9475925#msg9475925)<br><strong>Year/House:</strong> 1st Year<br><strong>Relationship Status:</strong> Single<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Well-loved Travel attire and messenger bag. (http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=110834464)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Bern Carriage<br><strong>Date:</strong> September 1st<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Afanassii, Marston, OPEN<br><br><hr><br>If Emilie had anything to say on the topic of Afanassii's friends or the unexpected merging of the carriages, it was quickly forgotten in the rush of commotion that was soon to follow.<br>All at once the carriage doors thrust open and a boy darted in, looking for all the world like a man on a mission with the way he was hustling about. It was as if he'd just set something on fire and was torn between putting it out and running away and didn't have two second to his name to figure out why.<br><br>Before Emilie could manage a meager hello, a small, brown object leapt towards her lap and gave a rather comical croak by way of greeting mid-air. <br>It only took her a split-second to recognize the little enchanted confectionery good, causing an unexpected smile to alight itself on her face. Chocolate frogs had always been a favourite of her Mother, although Emilie had more been the sort to 'play with her food' all day rather than eat it. She was sure her Mother would be able to recall a time or two where Emilie had delayed in eating the sweet for so long, chasing after it and setting it free again, until the magic had began to wear off and the little treat could barely hop a few feet before stopping again.<br><br>Still, pleasant memories about, Emilie saw it fit to give the tiny treat a kind greeting before it was bound to escape the strangers grasp and hop away again. <br>"Oh, hello there little fello--wah!why'dyoueathim?!" With a devastated little noise of shock, Emilie watched as the stranger practically inhaled the chocolate frog in one breath.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br>Stunned into silence, Emilie sat still with a positively sullen pout on her lips for a solid ten seconds before regaining her composure.<br>"Sorry, I don't have any food on me unless you like bird seed." Emilie managed, tilting her head in gesture towards her raven, Poe, indicating the seed belonged to him. <br><br>Glancing to Afanassii, Emilie watched as he offered the new boy some sort of candied string she was unfamiliar with.<br>"Good thing it doesn't jump or make any noise. Might survive longer that way." She teased, before offering the new boy a shy smile to show she was just kidding.<br>"Ah, I'm Emilie, by the way. Emilie Callahan. And you are?" 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beauxbatons Academy of Magic - Carriage </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Timeless</strong> on <strong>31-01-2014, 03:57:35</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://media.meltyfashion.fr/article-1259538-ajust_930/l-actrice-scarlett-johansson.jpg)</div><br><strong>Character Name (PC):</strong> Leonore Braun (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=193964.msg9474781#msg9474781)<br><strong>Year/House:</strong> Second Year, Ombrelune<br><strong>Relationship Status:</strong> Single<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> This (http://www.dicandiafashion.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/02/Casual-wear-for-women-over-50-434x1024.jpg)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Carriage from Paris, France<br><strong>Date:</strong> September 1st<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Jean-Paul, Luc-Ambroise, Marston (Noticing), Gustav<br><br><hr><br>"Oh, Toulouse!" Leonore exclaimed out, her grayish-blue eyes widening a bit as she looked to Luc-Ambroise with her smile widening, "I'm living there, you see." She fidgeted a bit with her thin sweater over her form. "But I was born in Bavaria, Germany. I'm living in Toulouse with some relatives to be closer to Beauxbatons Academy." The blonde girl chuckled softly. "I'm quite surprised to hear you were born there, Ambroise!"<br><br>Still, she tilted her head slightly and blinked her eyes before giving her comment to what Luc-Ambroise had mentioned, "That's rather lovely actually! You enjoying that, I mean." She never really find herself as a shopper, but she could really imagine her senior to be someone who do. Judging by his attires alone, Leonore figured as much. "But I'm glad to hear you had a wonderful holiday! That really does sound interesting. I don't think I've been to Italy before, nor the beaches there. You would have to tell us more about that."<br><br>Her attention deviated slightly, as she noticed a dark brown hair boy running through the carriage to retrieve something apparently. Blinking her eyes, she didn't say anything though it was clear to her that they seemed to have rather interesting people when it came to the first year students. It was only that her gaze drifted around that she noticed a familiar face walking down the aisle of the carriages. The expression on her face instantly brightened more, a wide smile on her face as she turned to Jean-Paul and Luc-Ambroise for a moment, "Give me a moment, please! I saw a friend that I must greet."<br><br>The snowy owl knew to move herself away from her lap to perch herself on her owner's shoulder, just as Leonore began to stand from the seat and stand at the aisle. "Gustav!" She waved rather excitedly towards the blonde boy, "Over here!" She gestured towards the available seat alongside Jean-Paul and Luc-Ambroise. Nevertheless, the young blonde girl had moved forward when her good friend came a bit closer.<br><br>"Gustav! It's so good to see you! I was hoping to see you at the carriages!" Her gaze lowered slightly, wanting to greet his barn owl but only noticing his minor injury. "Oh, you're hurt! Did Tink hurt you again?" Immediately, the excited expression on her face altered into concern. "Give me your bags, Gustav. And we can check on that." She glanced towards the barn owl inside her cage, "Oh, Tink, you should treat Gustav a bit more better.. You treated Weib pretty nicely."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beauxbatons Academy of Magic - Carriage </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Josietta</strong> on <strong>31-01-2014, 17:57:15</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/c2/Colette.png)</div><br><span style="font-family: candara;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 11pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Character Name (PC):</strong> Colette Rosier (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=193964.msg9515883#msg9515883)<br><strong>Year/House:</strong> 3rd year / Papillonlisse<br><strong>Relationship Status:</strong> Single<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> A button down white top with a necktie and a matching pleated skirt, knee high stockings and perfectly shined patent leather black mary janes<br><strong>Location:</strong> Paris Carriage<br><strong>Date:</strong> September 1st<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Virginie, (mentioning Marston), Open<br><br></span></span><hr><br><span style="font-family: candara;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size">It was true thatshe was often seen stealing one of her friends books at any point during the school year. It had all begun her second year when Colette had accidentally found one of those lovely books laying out in the open. It was only natural for Colette to seek it out later, it just happened to be hidden in her friends trunk. Had it been any other object she likely would have just forgotten it and asked later but it was a book, one of the blonde girls favorite things in the world. For all the magic there was in Colettes life, nothing was as magical as a book to her.<br><br>As soon as Virginie sat next to her she had intended on sharing at first but once the third year started to read aloud the pages from the book, Colette felt the heat rush to her pale cheeks and she gasped in surprise. <strong>"Merlin's beard, Virginie! Someone might hear!!"</strong> <br><br>She looked absolutely mortified and closed up the book hiding it in her lap almost instantly. It was as if she were committing a great sin while sitting before the Ministry of Magic. She pressed her pale glossed lips together and tried to cool the heat of her cheeks by fanning herself and then looked back to her friend and giggled a little. It was a bit funny in a way but only because she was sure no one else had heard. Otherwise she thought she might die of embarrassment! Smoothing out her skirt, the blonde third year looked back to her book and then to the doors into the corridor where the carriages had combined. Part of her hoped the ride to the school would be over soon as she didn't care much for flying and the space they were left in didn't leave too much room for air. <br><br><strong>"So who was your American friend? He seemed inept at opening chocolate frogs. I am sure he will be back to tell you of that particular adventure at some point. He seemed.... nice."</strong><br><br>Colette didn't know many Americans and most that she had met were not exactly Purebloods. The boy that Virginie had been speaking to was likely no where near it from what she could tell but then again Virginie had some odd acquaintances, many of which Colette would never have spent time on. Especially those of Muggleborn blood. The American boy with the odd hat seemed to be just that but then she could be wrong. Who knows, maybe Americans all wore those sorts of things and spoke in such a fashion. It seemed a bit over the top bordering on ridiculous but it was a bit entertaining as well. <br><br></span></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beauxbatons Academy of Magic - Carriage </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>01-02-2014, 02:01:26</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg157/onilobo/Marston_zps11eddc0b.png)</div><strong>Character Name (PC/NPC):</strong> Edgar Marston Harlaw Jr. <br><strong>Year/House:</strong> Unsorted First year <br><strong>Relationship Status:</strong> Sowing his wild oats <br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Red Plaid cowboy shirt, cowboy hat, faded, well worn wrangler jeans, cowboy boots, rattlesnake skin belt and buckle. (http://images.luvimages.com/luvphotos/j/jason_aldean_in_a_cowboy_hat_and_plaid_shirt-1276.jpg)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Bern Carriage <br><strong>Date:</strong> September 1<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; Afanassii and Emillie&nbsp; &nbsp;<hr><br>Marston took a few moments to place his guitar case in the seats directly across from the two random strangers he had interrupted. As he turned to them, he caught the look of horror on the young woman's face. "Why did I eat him?" &nbsp;Marston switched to English, his features shifting a bit to show a little confusion. "I thought that was the point of the candy." He concluded before he waved and accepted the candy from Afanassii. <br><br>"Thank you kindly and forgive my lack of manners, I'm a bit jet lagged. My name is Edgar Harlaw, but please call me Marston." He introduced himself, instinctively reaching for and tipping is hat in greeting before shifting his guitar over a seat and took&nbsp; one. His feet were hanging out into the aisle, facing the two of them as they conversed. <br><br>"Thank you again for this...Chur...caaa..kela..." He tried to say out loud but struggled with the accent marks and pronunciation. The snack was unwrapped and Marston fearless bit into it and nodded. Candied nuts and fruit? Grape? It was a unique taste but pretty pleasant. "I do hope I'm not at the center of some American fat joke, you are the second person to offer me food in the last few minutes." Marston joked. "I'm a little disappointed, I was half expecting to have to go running after it." &nbsp;He chuckled and looked down the aisles. Marston had started at the front? Or was it the back? In their was a trolley lady making rounds, then she was due to show up at the carriage sooner or later so he decided to stay put for the moment. <br><hr>*Note* Blue is him speaking in English, eventually it will phase out as his French improves.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beauxbatons Academy of Magic - Carriage </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caela</strong> on <strong>01-02-2014, 02:40:42</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/7c/Isaavi.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name (PC/NPC):</strong> Professor Isabeau Washington (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=193964.msg9431124#msg9431124)<br><strong>Relationship Status:</strong> Single<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Outfit (http://i980.photobucket.com/albums/ae282/caela_ecub/Misc%20Story%20Accessories/Clothes/clothes5.jpg), Shoes (http://i980.photobucket.com/albums/ae282/caela_ecub/Misc%20Story%20Accessories/Clothes/shoes8.jpg)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Beauxbaton Carriage from Marseille<br><strong>Date:</strong> Sept. 1<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>Professor Matias Chevalier<br><br><hr><br>Seeing the stare that promised retribution for anything she did to him, Isa smirked and pressed her heel just a tiny bit harder, taunting him. They both knew she did it deliberately to egg him on, especially when he couldn't do anything about it but promise to pay her back later! Smiling innocently she gave a small shrug of her shoulder, "The summer was relaxing, though <em>aspects</em> were far blander than I have grown accustomed to," she admitted, giving him a slight nod of admiration and raising her glass in salute.<br><br>She was about to say more when a student came barreling through the carriage chasing after a chocolate frog. Such antics made Isa roll her eyes, but as the boy caught the candy, and disappeared into another carriage, she felt no need to rise and demand order. She would let the Professors in the other carriages handle any outbursts in them. She <em>did</em> give a sharp glance around their own carriage however, making it clear she wouldn't tolerate such behaviour here.<br><br>"I'd never blame you for trying to get one over on me Matias...I just know you well enough to pay attention and make sure you don't!" she said with a laugh and a fresh sip of her wine, the laugh settling into a smile as he refilled their glasses and finally agreed on terms to their bet! "Babysitting the older ones isn't so bad, at least I won't have to take a group of first years down to the Village," she added with a shudder and a low chuckle. The older students weren't usually too bad, most had been under her tutelage long enough by 5th year to know the behaviour she demanded...and the extremes she could go to to ensure she got it!<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beauxbatons Academy of Magic - Carriage </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Loves</strong> on <strong>01-02-2014, 05:07:17</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i975.photobucket.com/albums/ae240/samanthamazur/ConnieAvie_zps1bd48eb5.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name PC:</strong> Constance Maree Jeannie Beauregard&nbsp; <br>(goes by Connie) (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=193964.msg9449326#msg9449326)<br><strong>Relationship Status:</strong> Dating &nbsp;Ettiene Bonhomme &nbsp;(http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=193964.msg9427792#msg9427792)<br><strong>House and Year</strong> Papillonlisse, second year student <br><strong>Location:</strong>Carriage from Marseilles<br><strong>Date:</strong> September 1st <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Ettiene, Abel, Kenneth and Open<br><br>*wearing (http://media-cache-ec0.pinimg.com/736x/a5/4e/85/a54e855a2c8caa9d55da19e04dccd585.jpg)<br>*note, she is not wearing the hat* <br><br><br><hr><br>Constance grew quiet as the boys teased and wrestled among themselves. She was feeling rather pouty having been told that there would be no further or future discussion over her best friend. This was how their disagreements always started. So much for having a year without fighting. Her mood only grew worse as Ettiene and his friends disputed her opinion on Gustav’s attractiveness. Okay, so he was a little wrinkled and not as presentable as some, or most of the boys that shared the halls of Beaubatons Academy, but he had a sweet smile and kind eyes. Constance liked him, plain and simple. <br><br>Turning her head, Constance watched the passing skyline as the carriages made their way to the school. Her arms folded across her chest as she continued to ponder life. She was not skinny! Looking down at her lap, Connie smoothed her dress over her knees and tried not to take their words to heart. Her pout grew stronger. <br><br>Suddenly Constance rose to her feet. With her head held high She moved towards the aisle and paused as she watched in horror as a chocolate frog found its way down her friends top. Shortly after Claudette was spoken to by an American? When did an American join Beauxbaton? A little voice inside of her begged for attention, drawing her focus back to what was happening. <strong>”Excuse me, I must help my friend.”</strong><br><br>Yes, Connie was not happy being told she was not to speak of Claudette again! <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beauxbatons Academy of Magic - Carriage </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Loves</strong> on <strong>01-02-2014, 05:34:54</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i975.photobucket.com/albums/ae240/samanthamazur/dFNG5BTi033S_zpsa5e722e0.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name PC:</strong> Claudette Nadeen Touchet&nbsp; <br>(goes by Claud) (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=193964.msg9460236#msg9460236)<br><strong>Relationship Status:</strong> Single<br><strong>House and Year</strong> Ombrelune, second year student <br><strong>Location:</strong>Carriage from Marseilles<br><strong>Date:</strong> September 1st <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Gustav, A chocolate frog, and a rude American, Constance and Ettiene Open <br><br>*wearing (http://fashionistatrends.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/10/classy-outfits-44.jpg)<br><br><hr><br>What she wouldn’t give to find a real man! There wasn’t a single one to be found in all of France it seemed! Children! Little boys! Immature and crude! Her thoughts and opinions were confirmed when she glanced down as she yanked at her blouse only to notice a slight bulge forming in the front of Gustav’s trousers. A shocked gasp accompanied a look of disgust as she looked sharply up at the man now apologizing for ruining her blouse. <br><br>Claudette was about to bring embarrassment down on his shoulders when she was surprised by none other than a chocolate frog! What was it today about her blouse? Did everyone plan on driving her insane that day? <strong>”Get it out of me!”</strong> she squealed as she moved to place her hand between her impressive bosom. Her eyes narrowed as it appeared that the Yankee Doodle Dandy, warning him from attempting to go after the sweet menace before the damn frog popped back out again. <br><br>She stood dumbfounded as the American left her almost as quickly as he and his rogue candy had harassed her. Throwing her hands in the air, Claudette growled and spoke words in French that no lady should say aloud before stomping towards Constance as she stood gaping in the aisle. <strong>”Did you see that? I was accosted!”</strong> Ripping her bag free from the overhead compartment and let it drop heavily upon Ettiene’s lap. Leaning down to unzip it, she rummaged through looking for a fresh top to put on, purposely giving Ettiene a perfect view of her assets, if he chose to take a look. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beauxbatons Academy of Magic - Carriage </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Senti</strong> on <strong>01-02-2014, 13:00:45</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i975.photobucket.com/albums/ae240/samanthamazur/IslaAvie_zps78609c4d.jpg)</div><br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://www.irishdogs.ie/images/gallery/104/1873_album.jpg)</div></div>Character Name PC: Isla<br>Relationship Status: Single<br>House and Year first year<br>Location: Carriage Paris<br>Date: September 1st <br>Tagging Open, Virginie Moreau, Collette<br><br>Isla still sat upright as the carriages moved, it could take a little time to get ones balance, and she closed her eyes and considered the swan and the way to sail upon the water beautiful and serene almost as the lily. It was strange that for someone that could leap and dance through the air in the way that few could, coaches and trains tended to cause upset. Of course reading did not help the matter but it also kept her a little less nervous as she was able to concentrate. Of course Graham was being his usual self and that nasty cat of his was eyeing up her poor dog.<br><br>Everyone here seemed so confident, perhaps they were rather more used to socialising, not that she did not go to parties, but this was so very different. Practice had of course been so important to her parents, and Isla was nothing like her elder&nbsp; brother. Save for the fact they were both artists. From a distance his cat spat the the huge dog moved from Isla which indeed panicked her somewhat, how terrible would it be to loose ones familiar even before school.<br><br>The dog that was as large as she was, well actually larger though he was on four legs made his was through the carriage then finally realised he was he was lost well lost from Isla, the problem was he was a sight hound, and though his sense of smell was good there were too many scents within the vehicle, though somewhat intimidating by his size he was actually was very much a gentle beast.<br><br>Isla was getting a little more nervous yet remembering her manners and asked politely if anyone had seen her dog. Eventually she found him licking an older girl’s hand, and it was terribly embarrassing. The young dancer approached Virginie Moreau, with her usual graceful manner. Then pausing for a moment she spoke,<strong> “Please excuse me, you seem to have found my dog or rather he found you. I do apologise for his behaviour.</strong> Looking up slowly a smile was offered to both girls <strong>“Forgive him, he is rather nervous.” </strong><br>.&nbsp; <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beauxbatons Academy of Magic - Carriage </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mtpersson</strong> on <strong>01-02-2014, 14:11:16</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://farm4.staticflickr.com/3814/12266730365_194c0708c4_b_d.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name (PC):</strong> Virginie Moreau<br><strong>Year/House:</strong> Papillonlisse, 3rd Year<br><strong>Relationship Status:</strong> Single<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> White t-shirt under open flannel shirt. Skinny jeans, boots and hat. Her mother's wedding ring around her neck on a thin chain (http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7385/12149227995_5f6855a541_o_d.jpg)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Paris Carriage<br><strong>Date:</strong> September 1st<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Colette, Isla, Open<br><br><hr><br>Virginie giggled at the way Colette reacted to her reading from the opening paragraph of the muggle romance novel. The way she tried to hide the book in her lap, the way the redness of her blush rose in her cheeks, and the way she nervously looked around the carriage to see if anyone had been close enough to hear what was being said. Virginie had known Colette for the previous two years they had spent at Beauxbaton and she knew how reserved and proper she could be sometimes. By giving her small things like this, it pleased Virginie to see Colette relax occasionally and enjoy herself. <br><br>As the giggling subsided, she watched as Colette smooth her skirt down in order to maintain her perfect appearance. Quickly, Virginie took the chance to pick up the book and stood up to see who was around. Satisfied that no one was around, she sat down again and started flicking backwards and forwards through the pages.<br><br>"I'll read you my favourite bit." She whispered, "The main girl is in the shower and she starts being able to see through the wall to next door." Finding the page, smooths the page out and starts reading out in the same deep, husky voice she had used earlier.<br><br>"It was Grayson Murdoch that she saw reflected there now. She was hallucinating, had to be, and yet she stared, mesmerized. She could see him in the mirror, through it, through the wall. He was in the shower, naked and soaping himself. Instinctively, she wedged herself back into the corner of the room, breathless and disbelieving. <br><br>His body was exquisite, highlighted by shadow and light as he moved within a cubicle that was lit from somewhere above it. She looked at the taut muscles of his buttocks and thighs as he moved, and tilted her head back, breathless, the heat between her thighs building, demanding her hand move there to provide relief. <br><br>Oh, how she longed to be in there with him. His damp hair clung to his head and neck as he turned under the running water. When he moved and faced her fully, the look of his muscled chest and torso called to her. The water ran over the contours, and lower, to where he was soaping his..."<br><br>Virginie broke off reading as she heard footsteps approaching and quickly moved the book behind her back where it couldn't be seen, a little of her friend's apprehension rubbing off on her. Expecting Marston chasing the frog she had given him or some other student wandering the carriage looking for friends, she was rather surprised when it turned out to be a huge dog. Relaxing a little, Virginie let the dog approach her and it started licking her fingers affectionately.<br><br>"Well aren't you a sweet doggy. Whose's your owner?" <br><br>Looking to Colette with a rather puzzled look on her face, she started stroking the dogs fur and went back to talking with her friend. They talked about the chocolate frog incident with Marston. Virginie knew that he wouldn't be Colette's sort of person. He was too loud for starters, and a little rough around the edges. <br><br>"Nice?" She said with a raised eyebrow, "Do you have a crush on him, Colette?" She teased, laughing with her friend.<br><br>The conversation carried on like this for a few minutes until they were interrupted by a nervous looking first year looking for the dog that was still sat licking Virginie's hand.<br><br>"He's very well behaved and no trouble at all." She remarked, "I'm Virginie by the way and this is Colette." She said, motioning to her friend.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beauxbatons Academy of Magic - Carriage </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AdrianZef</strong> on <strong>01-02-2014, 19:42:28</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/8/86/Frchar.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name (PC):</strong> Jean-Paul Lesperance (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=193964.msg9473789#msg9473789)<br><strong>Year/House:</strong> 3rd year / Ombrelune<br><strong>Relationship Status:</strong> Single<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Grey wizard robes, with a black bowtie.<br><strong>Location:</strong> Carriage, Paris, France<br><strong>Date:</strong> Sept. 1st<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Leonore, Luc-Ambroise<br><br><hr><br>Jean-Paul smiled at Ambroise's compliment, but merely said in response, "You can tell me that if I make the Quidditch team. Until then, I'll have to settle for Chocolate Frogs." he said, thinking about opening another one. He decided he should save it, though, rather than walking around during his first day with a bulging stomach full of chocolate.<br><br>He looked around as the carriages connected, feeling the slight bump that was customary by now. "Well, looks like we're nearing the school." he said, just as Leonore said that she had to leave. Right after that, he noticed a boy down the hall run down the newly connected carriages, chasing what seemed to be a Chocolate Frog. "Looks like they can cause some trouble, lucky I didn't let mine get away." he said, before leaning back again in his seat.<br><br>He turned to Ambroise as Leonore went to greet her friend. "So, what are your classes like this year? Anything in particular that you're looking forward to?" he asked, since he was always thinking about classes. "I'm rather looking forward to Transfigurations and Charms, they tend to be my favorite subjects." Then he hastily added, "Although flying will be exciting too, I hope."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beauxbatons Academy of Magic - Carriage </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Niferbelle</strong> on <strong>02-02-2014, 01:55:07</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/8/88/NifBianca1.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name (PC):</strong> Bianca Renard <br><strong>Year/House:</strong> Astronomy Professor<br><strong>Relationship Status:</strong> SIngle (widowed)<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> gray pencil skirt, black turtleneck, modest pumps<br><strong>Location:</strong> Bern carriage<br><strong>Date:</strong> September 1<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> open<br><hr>Bianca had nearly been late for the carriage leaving Bern which certainly wouldn't have made a proper example for her students but as it was she was able to get aboard and fight a seat just in time. She carried only a single bag with her as she'd spent the summer traveling alone throughout Europe which meant traveling light and in truth there was little she needed anyway. Most of her things had been left in storage at the school but even those belongings could be called meager as they were mostly what she had acquired over the course of the last school year with very little carried over from her previous life. She had given some thought to returning to Canada this summer to catch up with family and collect more of her things but in the end she'd decided she wasn't ready to face again the memory of her life with Alex and so for another season she'd been a gypsy. <br><br>She had smiles and quiet greetings for the others on the carriage but she'd sat alone, gazing out the window of the carriage as it lifted off, smiling as she listened to the pleasant hubbub of the students buzzing about returning to school. It spoke to her about how life was going on even if she wasn't and that was comforting to her in a strange sort of way just as the structured life at school had been good for her last year. A busy schedule had kept her too busy to brood or wallow in nostalgia which is just what she'd needed. Who knew, perhaps another year would start healing the wounds even further. She glanced up as she felt the carriages join and pulled out her notebook to go over the observations she made just the night before just outside of Geneva, looking up from time to time at any activity that briefly got her attention but otherwise was content to get lost in her notes.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beauxbatons Academy of Magic - Carriage </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SpiralSpider</strong> on <strong>02-02-2014, 06:59:54</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1226.photobucket.com/albums/ee406/Mostly_roleplay_pictures/People/Males/124_zps06b100c0.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name (PC):</strong> Luc-Ambroise de Sade (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=193964.msg9482367#msg9482367)<br><strong>Year/House:</strong> 4th Year; Ombrelune<br><strong>Relationship Status:</strong> unattached<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> a brown suit and shiny dress shoes<br><strong>Location:</strong> Carriage from Paris, Fance<br><strong>Date:</strong> September 1st<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Jean-Paul Lesperance and Leonore Braun<br><br>"Are you now!" Ambroise responded to Leo with a startled smile, "My family still holds an old estate in the area. I don't visit very often, I'm afraid." He waved a hand at her surprise, acting as if what he was saying wasn't at all interesting. "The Sade family has been living in the rural area there since the early 1800's. We're such an old fixture there that we've become a part of the landscape." He raised an arm to point at its underside in order to make a joke, "I've been living in Paris for quite some time now and I still haven't been able to get rid of this moss - see it here?"<br><br>He chuckled a bit and moved aside graciously to accommodate her repositioning. "Of course!" He followed her small blonde frame with his eyes and scrutinized the new arrival she had been flagging down. It was a muggle-born boy from another mansion, he knew little of the boy so far. Since he hadn't made eye contact, he indifferently turned his gaze back to Jean-Paul. He laughed at the mention of the scene of the cowboy's wrangling an enchanted confectionery. "That's because you are of a different sort all together." He scoffed, giving the foreigner a disdainful look from afar. He didn't recognize Marston, but he already disapproved of his behavior and doubted the boy was in Ombrelune. "For you, it doesn't seem much to keep such a trifling thing in hand, but obviously many others find them a challenge."<br><br>Sending his arms up in a stretch for a moment, he went on to answer Jean-Paul's question. "Oh... my classes..." it was almost as if he'd forgotten them already, his eyes squinting as if he had to deeply search his memory. "Well, I've taken some divination. We'll see how that goes this year. I'm also in the advanced class for Charms... I suppose that is what I look forward to most years. I have transfiguration as well!" Luc-Ambroise wasn't much concerned about his flight skills and thought taking another class in that would leave him writhing in boredom. But he could tell that the other boy had a keen interest and was optimistic about what his motivation meant for their team. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beauxbatons Academy of Magic - Carriage </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SpiralSpider</strong> on <strong>02-02-2014, 07:51:50</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1226.photobucket.com/albums/ee406/Mostly_roleplay_pictures/People/Males/Andrej/7968e38f-8592-4d0a-8600-c85f60b33941_zpsac091115.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> joined carriage<br><strong>Date:</strong> September 1st<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Emilie, Marston <br><br>The red-haired male blinked rapidly in surprise at Emilie's reaction to Marson consuming his well-earned chocolate treat. He offered a small laugh at her later comment and looked between the two awkward classmates, unsure of what to do at first. He awkwardly held a strand of his candy out for her. "Would you like to try some, too?"<br><br>"Not to worry..." he said, his eyes moving to address the boy. "When you're chasing down an amphibian on the lam, you have little time for introductions, I suppose." The sentence sounded so ridiculous that he found himself bursting out in laughter for a moment. "I am pleased to meet you, though. My name is Afanasii... and this is my lovely new acquaintance, Emilie." He found the American boy's words very amusing and they kept a perpetual smile on his face. "Not at all, I merely offered because you had mentioned food earlier. I'm afraid there's nothing magical about this treat.... it's something I got on a trip back to my homeland. There are mostly muggles in Russia."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beauxbatons Academy of Magic - Carriage </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Emmykins</strong> on <strong>02-02-2014, 12:39:17</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://ilarge.listal.com/image/3063774/936full-paula-zago.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Character's Name:</strong> Marcelline Zoé Rex<br><strong>Nickname:</strong> Zoé (common), Rex (common), Marcie (hates it)<br><strong>Character's Age &amp; Birth date:</strong> 19. <em>July 21st, 1995</em><br><strong>Relationship Status:</strong> Single.<br><strong>Year/House:</strong> 3rd, Bellefuille<br><strong>Location:</strong> Brussels, Belgium - Carriages<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 1st.<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Professor Fauchex.<br><strong>Wearing:</strong>This, sans bag (http://media-cache-ec0.pinimg.com/736x/49/e4/0c/49e40c847b7db806bd64bc785c07b350.jpg). Messenger Bag. (http://img0.etsystatic.com/006/0/5520134/il_570xN.391262034_9rj2.jpg)<br><strong>Jace:</strong> (http://cdn-www.dailypuppy.com/dog-images/arlo-the-australian-shepherd_38593_2009-12-10_w450.jpg) Present<br></span><hr><hr><span style="font-family: timesnewroman;" class="bbc_font"><br>Marcelline had always appreciated every moment she'd spent with the woman outside of the classroom. She wasn't exactly the best at many things associated with art, but painting had found a special home inside of her. It wasn't often she found an outlet for that desire to paint (and make a mess, one part of it all she thoroughly enjoyed,) but it was one reason why she enjoyed being a stagehand. Adjusting her sweater for a moment, tugging the cloth down from where it had situated once she'd sat, she smiled sweetly, eyes locked on Desiree as she spoke of her trip. "I've never been, either. Do anything particularly amazing?" And then, unknowing of the woman's instinctual avoidance of the subject, she spoke again, a hint of curiosity and overall <em>teenager</em> in her words. "Lots of cute boys in England..." <em>And women</em>, though the latter was better left unsaid, a curious notion that wasn't entirely worth speaking of. Especially not to a teacher.<br><br>Marcelline's eyes had wandered down to watch the woman's husky settle its head on her lap, an unanticipated smile tugging the corner of her lips to match her mood. "Family stuff. Felt kind of out of place, you know? I'm glad I made it on time and that..." A short pause, eyes rising to meet her Professor's in that soft silence. ".. I know someone here." The smile had bloomed into something else entirely, completely warm and sweet. There was no doubt she was excited, the thought of returning to school one she'd been focused on even as she had prepared to leave for summer months ago. Teeth sunk into her bottom lip, mind considering how to answer Desiree's question appropriately, eyes moving down to Jace, staying there a moment. "It <em>is</em> my third year, and I'm extremely excited. My classes are all exactly what I wanted. What about you?" She knew it was more work for the Professors than enjoyment, but some part of her hoped the woman was excited, as well.<br><br>That did raise a question, though, and it pushed its way into Marcelline's mind even as she reached down to scoop up her pup, situating him in her lap. The animal's response was a lazy roll into her body, pressing himself against her and yawning. Her hands idly scratched along the dog's side and belly, eyes lifting back up to find her companion's either when she spoke or after a few minutes of comfortable, content silence. "Will you have time for lessons with me, this year?" Lessons was a bit of an overstatement, as Marcelline had gotten through a lot of the basic technical aspects of painting quite quickly. She still struggled with some, though she found the company and feedback of Ms. Fauchex the most benefitial part of the entire experience. By the time she looked out the window again, they had lifted off, meaning that soon they would be attached to the rest of the carriages. Marcelline wondered if she'd find Gustav or not this trip, her hands still rubbing and scratching the now dozing dog in her lap without cessation.<br><br></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beauxbatons Academy of Magic - Carriage </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Flower</strong> on <strong>02-02-2014, 17:12:10</strong>
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				<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/Date:</strong> In a Carriage, September 1<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Leonore, Near Jean-Paul Lesperance and Luc-Ambroise<hr><br>Gustav did not notice Constance or even Claudette's reaction since he wrapped tightly in his own misery to care about anyone else's opinion of him. If the walk of shame was not enough then his throbbing hand and unwanted erection made the situation even more unbearable. He tried to distract his mind with pleasant thoughts in an effort to cheer himself up such as his accomplishment with Anders and Nionette. However, Claudette's personality and ruthlessness was like a force of nature. There was no going back. <br><br><div align="center">Don't think about her. <br></div><br>His face scrunched uncomfortable as he imagined roadkill, naked old women, naked old men, someone with bad breath, and then finally being covered by insects. It took a moment but finally the bulge underneath his darkly colored slacks diminished. Excellent timing since in the exact moment he moved the cage away from hiding the front of his pants, Tink went on the offensive and tried to catch her beak in whatever part of him was nearest. Not even the hounds of hell could have howled louder if <em>that</em> had been injured by her sharp talons. <br><br>Her was not sure how far he walked with a straight face, not noticing the empty seats in which he passed, until a voice penetrated the thickening fog cloaking his mind. "Leonore?" Her countenance as always was more radiant than the sun, more comforting than a cool breeze on a sweltering afternoon. If Claudette was more devastating 9.0 earthquake then Leonore was unearthly and mind captivating as annual Perseid meteor shower. His gloomy exterior cracked under the force of her smile before he returned it with a lopsided grin. He walked with a little more spirit in his step before he came to stand in front of the lithe blonde. Gustav glanced over to Weib before he extended his hand to gently stroke across the birds feathers. "You look marvelous, Leo. The summer treated you well," he complimented genuinely without the fear of awkwardness between them because of it. <br><br>When she spoke about hoping to see him in the carriages, his eyes flashed with guilt for not sharing the same thoughts. "I'm sorry I did not come to find you earlier." A darkness passed over his features before it faded away just as quickly. "I was distracted but here I am now." Gustav was not one to whine about his misfortunes. Talking about it would not make the memory anymore pleasant so what was the point of it? He slipped his hand out of her view and into his pocket since he did not want her worry. "It's just a love bite from my owl."<br><br>Tink hooted as if to say his words was a good for nothing lie. Whereas Tink was aggressive and unruly with him, the owl practically transformed into a melting puddle of adorableness whenever Leonore was around. This was evident by the way his owl cooed softly at the sight of Leonore and tried to gain her attentions. <br><br>"Little imp," Gustav said but affection was evident in his voice. His hand came out of his pocket to gently swat away her hands if she even tried to touch his bags. "No touching! I'm really fine, Leo, and more than capable of carrying my own belongings." Slowly, he began to head towards where she had been sitting originally. Once he came closer he noticed who Leo shared her seats with. He did not really know either Jean-Paul or Luc-Ambroise well. Even though Leonore invited him to take the empty seat, he decided it would be wise to ask the area's other occupants. "Tell me about your summer. I hope you spent as much time outdoors as indoors with your books."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beauxbatons Academy of Magic - Carriage </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wajin</strong> on <strong>02-02-2014, 18:30:52</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/Llp09JH.png)</div><strong>Character Name (PC):</strong> Olivier Ange<br><strong>Year/House:</strong> Potions Teacher<br><strong>Relationship Status:</strong> Single<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Same suit as the picture<br><strong>Location:</strong> Bern Carriage<br><strong>Date:</strong> September 1st <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Biance Renard, Open<br><br>Olivier had been seated in the Bern carriage since before most of the others had gotten seated, and he had fallen asleep right away. The Potions Professor had just arrived at Bern via apparition as the carriage had arrived. He had spent the last few weeks of his vacation in Berlin, working alongside a few of his fellow Potion Masters on a rather secret project that had ultimately been put on hold. He had been looking forward to returning to Beauxbatons for months now, and now that he was finally going he was too tired to appreciate the journey. He was sleeping rather soundly for a majority of the journey before his eyes finally opened. He looked around, seeing a bunch of students, as well as a woman,&nbsp; a professor by the look of her. He moved up to his feet and moved towards her. She was quite beautiful, if he had to guess he would put her around his age, maybe a bit younger. In his days at school he had crushed a bit on a girl whom she reminded him of. He nodded as he approached her, he smiled kindly before then bowing slightly <br><br>"<strong>Good Day Mademoiselle, My name is Olivier, Olivier Ange, I'm the new Potions Master at Beauxbatons. I do not think we've met before, though you remind me of a woman from my past</strong>"<br><br>His tone was kind, he kept his eyes on hers as he sat down in front of her "<strong>I'm sorry I was so rude as to sleep through most the journey, I've been hard at work till today</strong>" He said with a soft smile "<strong>But where are my manners, here I am, talking about myself without letting you speak</strong>"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beauxbatons Academy of Magic - Carriage </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Josietta</strong> on <strong>02-02-2014, 21:42:49</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/c2/Colette.png)</div><br><span style="font-family: candara;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 11pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Character Name (PC):</strong> Colette Rosier (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=193964.msg9515883#msg9515883)<br><strong>Year/House:</strong> 3rd year / Papillonlisse<br><strong>Relationship Status:</strong> Single<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> A button down white top with a necktie and a matching pleated skirt, knee high stockings and perfectly shined patent leather black mary janes<br><strong>Location:</strong> Paris Carriage<br><strong>Date:</strong> September 1st<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Virginie, (mentioning Marston), Isla and her Pup, Open<br><br></span></span><hr><br><span style="font-family: candara;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size">Colette was the darkest shade of red her pale cheeks could get. The reading from her book was not exactly something she'd have ever shared so openly as her friend Virginie let fly loose. She looked away from any wandering eyes that might peek in on them and yet she still listened intently to the words that were read. She was drawn in instantly to the intensity of the passage and she shifted some in her seat knowing she should get changed soon before the lavatories were all full up with changing girls. Her uniform was in pristine condition in her stowaway and yet she knew there would still be small wrinkles to smooth out. The spell ever ready to perfect her uniform and any dirt that might be cast her way. It wasn't as if she was obsessive about keeping clean or keeping germs away, it was just important to remain in proper clean appearance when one was out in the public view. It might have been seen as a fault by some but to her it was one of those things she had great pride in. <br><br>As the large dog appeared and went straight to her roommate, Colette chuckled some and was glad it wasn't her being affectionately greeted by the animal. Colette was very much a cat person and large animals that weren't unicorns or horses and the like, were very much seen as things she didn't go out of her way to find. This dog was nearly as big as a pony though and that alone was amazing especially on the small space of the carriages. <br><br>Colette shook her head in regard to the comment on Marston and scrunched up her petite nose. The idea of that loud yankee being a crush was absurd. He wasn't even of good breeding to be considered a contender for her affections, or so she assumed. <strong>"No. Not even close, Virginie. He's the last person on my mind today."</strong> As the dog licked at her blonde friends hand, Colette shivered some thinking of how smelly it was going to be and then saw its owner show up. She gave a polite nod and a proper greeting at being introduced.<br><br><strong>"Good afternoon."</strong><br><br>After the initial hello's she stood and gathered up her stowaway bag and looked back to the two of them with a polite smile. She was intending on getting changed and hoped the large animal had manners enough to not jump on her after she did so. Then again it was nothing a swish of the wand couldn't fix surely.<br><br><strong>"Pardon me. I need to change before we arrive at the Academy. I would suggest you doing the same before the lavatories are full up and the lines too long to manage."</strong><br><br>Giving another apolgetic smile she slipped out and toward a restroom to change into her uniform.<br></span></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beauxbatons Academy of Magic - Carriage </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Niferbelle</strong> on <strong>02-02-2014, 22:27:36</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/0/04/Tai.png)</div><strong>Character Name PC:</strong> Tai Stardel'est (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=193964.msg9427018#msg9427018)<br><strong>Year/House:</strong> Ombrelune, 2nd year<br><strong>Relationship Status:</strong> Single - though no one's really sure<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> khaki trousers, tropical print shirt, robe worn open over both<br><strong>Location:</strong> Carriage from Bordeaux/joined carriages <br><strong>Date:</strong> September 1st<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Mina, Akiko, Open<br><hr>Tai didn't miss the way Mina's eyes clouded and her tone changed when she spoke of her father. He knew only that there was some tension, not the reason for it, but whenever she spoke of her father he could sense the darkness looming just behind her words. It was one of the reasons he'd befriended her. If she were simply the friendly, outgoing girl she appeared to be on the surface he might have grown bored but knowing there was more to going on in her kept his interest piqued though he did appreciate her upbeat nature. It was also a little sweet how bonded she was to her sister. He didn't get it, exactly, he didn't feel so close to any of his siblings, but his two older sisters were twins so he knew how they could be. He hadn't bonded with Akiko in the same way he had Mina, but Tai enjoyed her company and appreciated her quiet ways.<br><br>"Then let's go find her!" Tai coasted along on Mina's enthusiasm and excitement and jumped to his feet as well, even taking the lead as they made their way from the carriage. He held onto her hand, adroitly threading a path through the other milling students like an otter through a school of fish while Màu Xanh fluttered over his head then streaked ahead into another carriage. The little sapphire blue and black familiar heralded the arrival of the others as it landed on the back of Akiko's seat with a bright little chirp.&nbsp; Moments later Tai and Mina could be seen making their way down the aisle.<br><br>"There you are," Tai exclaimed and wasted no time plopping himself down in the seat with a smile that showed off his dimples and perfect white teeth. He figured Mina would climb over him to join her sister and he moved his legs to the side. He was suddenly sorry he didn't have another flower for her but neither had he'd promised her he'd write to her a lot and been derelict. "The Tengan sisters are reunited, let the mayhem begin!"<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beauxbatons Academy of Magic - Carriage </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PhantomPistoleer</strong> on <strong>03-02-2014, 04:39:16</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://media-cache-ec0.pinimg.com/236x/f8/69/4d/f8694d3a2bd7f1ca1e1f3e052c5c30df.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong>&nbsp; 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>&nbsp; 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.&nbsp; <em>Constance is getting that look on her face.</em><br><br>Ettiene and Constance were always fighting.&nbsp; He hated it, but secretly enjoyed the drama.&nbsp; Whenever he and Constance were together and alone, the two got along.&nbsp; There was no ripple in the sea of their company.&nbsp; They could sail and sail for days together, and be amiable, considerate and kind.&nbsp; No one knew them to be unhappy, everyone thought them cheerful, and no one could ever think differently.&nbsp; But, in the confines of this carriage and the prestigious Beauxbatons Academy of Magic, they no longer resonated with one another.&nbsp; But it wasn't their fault.&nbsp; The fault lay squarely upon the shoulders of that big-breasted troglodyte, Claudette.<br><br>&nbsp;"Wait, Constance, please don't go.&nbsp; Don't do --"<br><br>Ettiene, Abel and Kenneth observed the American run by.&nbsp; Ettiene didn't think much about it.&nbsp; It wasn't uncommon to see strange things charge past them while they sat in the seats.&nbsp; A would-be student chasing after a chocolate frog wasn't a rare sight.&nbsp; Abel was disgusted.&nbsp; He didn't like Americans.&nbsp; He was a typical Parisian in that sense.&nbsp; Kenneth felt bad for the American boy because chocolate frogs were tasty.<br><br>&nbsp;"... this," the young Ettiene said.<br><br>&nbsp;"It's like Claudette is a loser magnet," Abel said.&nbsp; &nbsp;"That Gustav..."<br><br>Ettiene sort of felt bad about Gustav.&nbsp; The kid was nice.&nbsp; Introspective.&nbsp; But he was a bit of an...&nbsp; it was difficult to put it into words.&nbsp; Dude held in a lot of stuff.&nbsp; He wasn't very good at expressing himself, and his life seemed to be one humiliation after another.&nbsp; 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.&nbsp; Take, for example, the present situation.&nbsp; He could have accidentally fallen over an even more gorgeous girl, couldn't he?&nbsp; The carriage was abound with them.<br><br>&nbsp;"Screw Gustav, god damn it," Ettiene said, put off by Constance's desire to be with her best friend.&nbsp; That was an opportunity for Claudette to turn her against him, and that was something that needed to be stopped.&nbsp; But before he could come up, Claudette was charging towards him like a bull.&nbsp; He was forced to sit back in his seat.&nbsp; &nbsp;"What the hell are you -- OOF!"&nbsp; Claudette's bag fell on his lap hard.&nbsp; Well, fell is a nice word for 'dropped.'&nbsp; Ettiene wrenched about in pain.&nbsp; Abel and Kenneth both scrunched their faces with pain and said, in unison, a long "....ooh."<br><br>&nbsp;"Doesn't look like you'll be impregnating anyone soon, Etty," Abel said.&nbsp; &nbsp;"You're such an amazing wingman, Claud.&nbsp; Even when you're trying to be a huge BITCH."<br><br>&nbsp;"Abel, will you please shut -- uh..."&nbsp; Ettiene got an eyeful of Claudette's pendulous breasts, and liked what he saw.&nbsp; I mean, they were huge, and they were right there in front of his face.&nbsp; Teasing him.&nbsp; TEASING him.&nbsp; Claudette had her tits all in his face because she was teasing him!&nbsp; Ettiene literally had to push her back to get up.<br><br>&nbsp;"Constance, I'm going to another carriage," he said, moody now that Claudette was up to her games.&nbsp; &nbsp;"I need some air."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beauxbatons Academy of Magic - Carriage </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ArtemisHighmore</strong> on <strong>03-02-2014, 07:18:35</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www4.images.coolspotters.com/photos/718362/kit-harington-profile.png)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong> Valter Endresen (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=193964.25) <br><strong>Year/House:</strong> First year<br><strong>Relationship Status:</strong> Single<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> This, minus the watch. (http://i.imgur.com/VYnlHlg.jpg)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Combined Carriage<br><strong>Date:</strong> September 1st<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open<br><br>Slowly he closed the book, taking a moment to place a crimson thread against the spine so that he would remember his page. Placing the book upon his lap, he took a moment to look about the carriages, watching the groups of people chatting with each other. When he noticed that a few people seemed to be wearing their school robes he turned his gaze back to the window, glancing at the country side passing beneath. His relatives had mentioned that the school was off the path so to speak and he certainly didn’t see anything that looked like it would belong to non-wizard people. Nodding to himself, he placed his book back into his bag. Standing up, he reached above to rummage for his other bag until he found the opening. Unable to get a good grip upon the zipper, he stood on his seat, doing his best to keep his balance while the sensation of flying still tickled at the back of his mind. <br><br>Fiddling with his bag for a moment, he managed to work it open and find his robes. Carefully pulling them out, he stuffed the rest of his things back into the bag before zipping it up. Stepping down, he examined the robe for a moment, wondering what the best way to go about wearing it was. Feeling the weight of the garment, he nodded and set it done. Blushing a little, he began to undo his shirt, hoping that he wouldn’t get into trouble for undressing, peeling it off, he picked up his robes, turning them this way and that, looking for the way in. He shakes his head, mumbling in Norwegian, “Who the heck designs these things?”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beauxbatons Academy of Magic - Carriage </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SpiralSpider</strong> on <strong>03-02-2014, 22:18:05</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1226.photobucket.com/albums/ee406/Mostly_roleplay_pictures/People/twins/Yuri%20and%20Eri%20Ebihara/eebihara_zps99cc80fa.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name (PC):</strong> Akiko Tengan (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=193964.msg9484200#msg9484200)<br><strong>Year/House:</strong> 2nd year / Papillionlisse<br><strong>Relationship Status:</strong> single<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> the Beauxbatons uniform<br><strong>Location:</strong> joined carriage<br><strong>Date:</strong> September 1st<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Tai, Minako<br><br>Aki startled as the bright colored bird found the back of her seat. Its happy tweet made her smile and Tengoku look up with a little yawn. It failed to dawn on Akiko right away, that this was one particular schoolmate's pet. Just before Mau Xanh's owner came her way, her eyes widened in recognition. She did not have time to panic or prepare herself, her face flushed a deep crimson as Tai so forwardly helped himself to a nearby seat. <br><br>"H-hello..." she greeted him bashfully. She studied his face for a moment, her eyes glazing over ever so slightly in her adoration of the Ombrelune beauty. He was very much a secret idol of hers, though it was something she had hardly even shared with her sister. Her life left little time to engage in fantasies. Not wanting to give herself away or appear rude, Akiko quickly lowering her gaze. The soft white fox on her lap proved to be a convenient distraction whenever she needed it. A scratch under his chin brought him stretching paws out forward and settling in for yet another nap.<br><br>When he mentioned that Mina was nearby, she lit up a bit and immediately looked for her. After finding her face, she visibly relaxed. Everything was easier with her sister around. She could count on her to speak for her when she could not, which made social encounters one of the rare occasions that made Aki seem a bit lazy. "Mina! How was your trip?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beauxbatons Academy of Magic - Carriage </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Niferbelle</strong> on <strong>04-02-2014, 01:31:44</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/8/88/NifBianca1.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name (PC):</strong> Bianca Renard <br><strong>Year/House:</strong> Astronomy Professor<br><strong>Relationship Status:</strong> Single (widowed)<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> gray pencil skirt, black turtleneck, modest pumps<br><strong>Location:</strong> Bern carriage/post joined carriages<br><strong>Date:</strong> September 1<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Olivier, open<br><hr>Bianca's head was in the stars figuratively speaking and she was a bit surprised to be addressed, doubly so as she glanced up and saw a face she didn't recognize from the year before. As he introduced himself she smiled warmly in welcome and offered him her hand, setting aside the book for now as he took the seat across from her. He was attractive -- he would certainly be popular with the single teachers at the school. <br><br>"My name is Bianca Renard, I'm very pleased to meet you," she said. She spoke French like a native though with a strange accent he might recognize as French-Canadian if he was familiar with it. "I teach astronomy. I was hired to fill in last year but was quite pleased when the position became open and they offered it to me on a permanent basis. I can find no fault in your manners at all, Monsieur Ange, though I must say, if I remind you of someone I hope it's someone who left you with pleasant memories. May I ask, is this your first teaching position?"<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beauxbatons Academy of Magic - Carriage </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Timeless</strong> on <strong>04-02-2014, 17:50:19</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://wpc.4d27.edgecastcdn.net/004D27/2013/Editorials/KeiraKnightleyMarieClaireMay2013/Keira%2BKnightley%2BMarie%2BClaire%2BMay%2B2013%2B4.jpg)</div><br><strong>Character Name (PC):</strong> Professor Desiree Fauchex (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=193964.msg9479258#msg9479258)<br><strong>Relationship Status:</strong> Single<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> A jersey pin-stripe dress and a pair of black heels (http://etiquette-tips.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/03/jersey-pinstripe-dress-Isabel-de-.jpeg)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Carriage from Brussels, Belgium - Carriages<br><strong>Date:</strong> September 1st<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Marcelline Zoé Rex<br><strong>Dimitri:</strong> Present<br><br><hr><br>"Ah," Desiree began to say, the smile widening slightly as the corners of her lips lifted a bit more, "I presumed right then." She emitted a small chuckle, humored at the little injection her student gave then when it came to London. Among all the professors, Desiree had considered herself a bit more laid-back and would be willing to converse with the younger students, when it came to any subject really. Perhaps some topics were not appropriate to be conversed, especially on schooling grounds, but they were at the carriage and heading towards Beauxbatons Academy. It did not hurt to tell Marcelline a bit more about London and the beauty of the place — in which the younger girl did hit spot on about the tourist spot.<br><br>"Yes, you're right though," she chuckled again, "There were some cute boys in London. Especially the very blonde boys with very blue eyes. Have to say, I understand the charm of a British accent now." She leaned a bit closer to Marcelline, gesturing for the younger student to come a bit closer. She lowered her voice to an almost whispering level then, "Safe to say for the females too. Very blonde, long hair. Blue eyes too. Very pretty girls." Straightening her back then, she quickly reeled in the very proper and elegant act of hers as she tidied her skirt over her legs.<br><br>The brunette then quirked an eyebrow at the question Marcelline asked. "Oh, darling. You know I would have time for you or any of my students really. But for you especially, you know I'm always keen to help you out in any way possible." The smile on her lips then changed to a more genuine one. "I always try to spare time for any students who are willing to spare their own free time, even if they do not take classes directly under me. If it's just for fun or for passion, either way, it's fine with me."<br><br>Seeing her student glancing towards the windows, Desiree did the same and glanced outside. "Ohh, for your previous question?" She begin to say, still looking outside and chuckled, "I always look forward to the next year. So I can see any new talents, and also.. It's always interesting to see new students. Do treat the new first years very well though, but then again, I have a feeling I don't need to even say that to you, do I?"<br><br>It was then she knew the joining of the carriages would come soon, in which she suggested to Marcelline, "You should go and look for your friends. It would be rather awkward to see you talking with a professor, and spending time to just talk with her, no?" She snickered a bit as she joked with her student, "I also need to greet the other professors after all. I need to spend time with people around my age and profession now, don't I?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beauxbatons Academy of Magic - Carriage </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Timeless</strong> on <strong>04-02-2014, 20:22:17</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://media.meltyfashion.fr/article-1259538-ajust_930/l-actrice-scarlett-johansson.jpg)</div><br><strong>Character Name (PC):</strong> Leonore Braun (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=193964.msg9474781#msg9474781)<br><strong>Year/House:</strong> Second Year, Ombrelune<br><strong>Relationship Status:</strong> Single<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> This (http://www.dicandiafashion.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/02/Casual-wear-for-women-over-50-434x1024.jpg)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Carriage from Paris, France<br><strong>Date:</strong> September 1st<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Jean-Paul, Luc-Ambroise, Gustav<br><br><hr><br>Instead of being offended, Leonore only chuckled and gently nudged her shoulder against Gustav's as the wide smile on her lips remained, "Always so stubborn, Gustav. Fine, fine. But do not say I didn't offer my help!" It would had been unusual to see the mostly silent girl being rather friendly towards her fellow student but the blonde boy was a different case for her. He was one of the very few friends who managed to just enjoy her company, and then even more to consider her as a good friend like she did for him.<br><br>"Do not worry. Sometimes your mind could be occupied with other things. I was a bit occupied myself.." She glanced towards where Jean-Paul and Luc-Ambroise were sitting, "If I wasn't with some lovely company, I would had search for you. Nevertheless, you're here now and I'm glad." Her attention went to Tink then, giggling a bit on how the owl seemed to want her attention; in which the blonde actually went to stroke her fingertip along the feathers of the barn owl.<br><br>"Oh, Tink. I miss seeing you too, you sweet bird." A small chirp sounded from Weib, as the snowy owl moved to near herself at the cage and she giggled. "Weib misses you too. You both should play a bit when we reach to the academy." Nevertheless, the pale-feathered owl had actually flapped her wings to perch herself on Gustav's shoulder for a moment, letting a bit of time to rub the top of her head against his cheek before shifting position and returning to Leonore. "And Weib misses you too, it seemed." She giggled softly, bringing her darling owl to cradle the bird in her arms, just as the owl peek from her arm.<br><br>"Oh, let me introduce you and introduce the two lovely gentlemen who were accompanying me," Leonore suggested then, moving a bit closer to the seats. Moving a hand, she gestured to Jean-Paul first. "This is Jean-Paul Lesperance. You remember I mentioned I had a tutor for Charms class, right? This is the kind senior that tutored me," she giggled a bit, then moved her hand towards Luc-Ambroise. "This is Luc-Ambroise de Sade. He was the Chaser for Ombrelune's Quidditch Team last year." She didn't need to mention to Gustav more about Ambroise, since she had mentioned on how Ambroise was a rather interesting person, in where his flirtations came to her from time to time; even if Leonore considered herself more of a bore comparing with other girls within the academy. She shared a knowing glance with Gustav but nevertheless, smiled towards Jean-Paul and Luc-Ambroise.<br><br>"This is Gustav Giuseppe Beauvais. He's a very good friend of mine," Leonore seemed to be rather slightly proud to reference him like so, in which she shared a genuine small smile towards Gustav. "He's a second year, from the Bellefeuille mansion."<br><br>She looked to both her seniors, then offered that same yet small smile as she almost pleaded with them, "Is it possible for him to take the empty seat with us during this trip? I would hate for him to sit somewhere else, especially where there's not that many empty seats available."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beauxbatons Academy of Magic - Carriage </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SpiralSpider</strong> on <strong>04-02-2014, 23:25:54</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1226.photobucket.com/albums/ee406/Mostly_roleplay_pictures/People/Males/124_zps06b100c0.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name (PC):</strong> Luc-Ambroise de Sade (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=193964.msg9482367#msg9482367)<br><strong>Year/House:</strong> 4th Year; Ombrelune<br><strong>Relationship Status:</strong> unattached<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> a brown suit and shiny dress shoes<br><strong>Location:</strong> Carriage from Paris, Fance<br><strong>Date:</strong> September 1st<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Jean-Paul, Leonore and Gustav <br><br>Ambroise started watching Leonore in her interactions with the Bellefeuille male. He was beginning to understand that the girl was quite the bird lover and he filed that little bit of information away for possible use later. As she came over to graciously introduce them, he smiled and stood, extending his hand. "Yes, one of the chasers, anyway." He did a fantastic impression of appearing humble, "It is a pleasure to meet you, Gustav. Will you be trying out for your mansion's Quidditch team this year, per chance?" He knew that Leonore was likely exaggerating on the lack of seating available, but loved the chance to pick the brain of a Bellefuille student while surrounded by his peers. "Not at all..." he motioned towards the area they had been sitting in, "Please, join us."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beauxbatons Academy of Magic - Carriage </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>persephone325</strong> on <strong>05-02-2014, 05:22:16</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://files.myopera.com/kan838/albums/908326/yuri-ebihara-wallpapers-hotgirlsindexcom-29.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name (PC):</strong> Minako "Mina" Tengan (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=193964.msg9484273#msg9484273)<br><strong>Year/House:</strong> Papillonlisse - 2nd year<br><strong>Relationship Status:</strong> Single (As far as anyone knows...)<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> This (http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=111026717)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Bordeaux Carriage/Joined Carriages<br><strong>Date:</strong> September 1st, 2014<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Tai, Aki-chan, open<br><hr>Mina smiled when Tai matched her enthusiasm, and stood up to join her in the hunt for Aki. Though she was a bit surprised when he took her hand and led her down the walkways of the connected carriages. She had never taken Tai as someone to do something like that. But she wasn't going to complain!<br><br>The young girl glanced into each carriage as the pair walked past. However, Aki wasn't in any of them. She was starting to wonder where her sister could be, when she saw Mau Xanh quickly zip into a nearby carriage. Mina smiled. Tai's bird had the smarts to match its beauty. She enjoyed watching Mau and Suki play together. Despite the cat's natural predatory instincts, she was very gentle with the bird. Something that wasn't seen too often.<br><br>A few moments later, Mina and Tai entered the compartment to find Aki by herself. She looked a bit surprised, and Mina couldn't help but chuckle softly. Aki was always so quiet, even around her friends. That's what seemed to draw people to her. Aki never outright said so, but Mina could always tell that she felt a bit more relaxed when they were together. Mina was just grateful that she could provide her twin with some sort of relief.<br><br>Tai sat down, and Mina hopped over him to sit down as well. She hugged Aki, and had a huge smile on her face. The girls were never separate for long, but this had been the longest time they had been apart. At least it was the longest that Mina could remember. When they released each other, Mina leaned down and placed a kiss on top of Tengoku's little head. The fox looked up at her, then yawned. Suki hopped up on the seat as well, and wasted no time reaching up to playfully pat at Mau Xanh as the bird perched above them.<br><br>"I missed you, Aki! I thought about you the whole time! I really wish you could have come with me. I think you would have enjoyed yourself." Mina said, still smiling. Her eyes glinted in the light as she spoke excitedly. "Tai's right! What trouble should we stir up this year, hmm?" She joked, trying to make Aki feel more relaxed.<br><br>"Oh! Before I forget," Mina began as she pulled the beautiful yellow flower out from behind her ear, "look what Tai gave me. Isn't it so pretty?" She held the sprig out for Aki to take. "It smells wonderful! It's from Vietnam." Mina smiled gratefully at Tai. "We should put it somewhere in the dorm to make the room smell good. I really hope we don't get roomed with someone who smells bad." She scrunched up her nose. "Remember last year?" She laughed.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beauxbatons Academy of Magic - Carriage </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AdrianZef</strong> on <strong>05-02-2014, 08:06:37</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/8/86/Frchar.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name (PC):</strong> Jean-Paul Lesperance (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=193964.msg9473789#msg9473789)<br><strong>Year/House:</strong> 3rd year / Ombrelune<br><strong>Relationship Status:</strong> Single<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Grey wizard robes, with a black bowtie.<br><strong>Location:</strong> Carriage, Paris, France<br><strong>Date:</strong> Sept. 1st<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Leonore, Luc-Ambroise, Gustav<br><br><hr><br>Jean-Paul was about to respond to Luc-Ambroise's comment about his classes, with some very passionate comment on his own classes, no doubt, but that was when Leonore came by with Gustav, so he dropped the topic, rather than give it half-hearted attention. He did love his classes. He raised a hand in greeting to the newcomer, Gustav. His greeting was fairly emotionless, more because that was how Jean-Paul was than anything to do with Gustav, but a smirk came to his lips as Luc-Ambroise inquired about his Quidditch interests. If only he was a few years older, he may have had more information...<br><br>Jean-Paul nodded, "It is most certainly <em>possible</em> for him to take the empty seat." he said, rather seriously. "And I don't see why he shouldn't, seeing as it hasn't been saved for anyone else." he said, in a thoughtful voice, as if he was thinking of other reasons why someone shouldn't take a seat. He came back to the real world shortly, though, and asked a question of his own to the newcomer. "Are you from Paris, or did you come from another carriage?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beauxbatons Academy of Magic - Carriage </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Emmykins</strong> on <strong>05-02-2014, 16:28:10</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://ilarge.listal.com/image/3063774/936full-paula-zago.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Character's Name:</strong> Marcelline Zoé Rex<br><strong>Nicknames:</strong> Zoé (common), Rex (common), Marcie (hates it)<br><strong>Age &amp; Birth date:</strong> 19. <em>July 21st, 1995</em><br><strong>Relationship Status:</strong> Single.<br><strong>Year/House:</strong> 3rd, Bellefuille<br><strong>Location:</strong> Belgium Carriage &gt;&gt; Combined Carriage, Near Gustav and company.<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 1st.<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Professor Fauchex &gt;&gt; Gustav, Jean-Paul, Lenore, Luc.<br><strong>Wearing:</strong>This, sans bag (http://media-cache-ec0.pinimg.com/736x/49/e4/0c/49e40c847b7db806bd64bc785c07b350.jpg). Messenger Bag. (http://img0.etsystatic.com/006/0/5520134/il_570xN.391262034_9rj2.jpg)<br><strong>Jace:</strong> (http://cdn-www.dailypuppy.com/dog-images/arlo-the-australian-shepherd_38593_2009-12-10_w450.jpg) Present<br></span><hr><hr><span style="font-family: timesnewroman;" class="bbc_font"><br><br>Marcelline had went through her truly <em>boy crazy</em> phase of life, and was well beyond it, but the simple fact remained that she had perked up when Professor Fauchex relented to her questions, a grin overtaking her face. Marcelline quirked an eyebrow at the mention of what she could only assume to be the teacher's preferences - cute blondes, blue eyes, <em>accents</em>. That last one was a shared interest between the two, the few times she'd been near someone with a British accent she had certainly swooned. Motioned closer, she leaned forward, only to be subjected to hearing the same preferences in women she'd spoken of for men, and causing Marcelline to not only flush red, but her eyes to even widen slightly. Any ability to talk about that particular subject escaped her at that moment, which she assumed was not only a rare one for Ms. Fauchex to share with a student, but also not something she could ask about later. Well.. she could, but likely not in any way that wouldn't be awkward as hell. Once she'd straightened up and resumed her <em>proper</em>, she returned to her seat as well, giving talking a chance.. "I.." and then wishing she hadn't acknowledged it at all, so curious as to how the woman <em>knew</em>. Was it really that obvious? Marcelline wasn't all that sure, but she certainly hoped not.. Subtlety wasn't exactly her strong suit, anyways.<br><br>Free time was not something that she allowed herself to take for granted, and though the time spent with Ms. Fauchex certainly always had that oddly <em>school</em> feeling to it, not once had she regretted using her time in that fashion. She sat there listening, thankful she'd have time, and that the woman seemed more than a little interested in going out of her way for Marcelline. Well, that's how she took it, anyways, and some part of her mind connected the way her professor worded things to the prior implication that they also both liked women... mostly true, though her actual experience with the same-sex was nil. All of that compared with the way she'd stammered earlier just lent itself well to keeping her face red, every moment spent looking out the window one of relief. She was even glad that the woman was excited about the new year herself, though she hadn't turned her attention back until the woman had poised her question.<br><br>"Do treat the new first years very well though, but then again, I have a feeling I don't need to even say that to you, do I?"<br><br>Looking back to Desiree, she laughed, shrugging lightly. "Not really. I'm the least of any first-year's problems." It was true - Marcelline wouldn't pick on much of anyone, and in fact reserved even most minor teasing for friends or other folk who knew she didn't mean it. Didn't mean she was infallible, though, and in fact often found herself judging lots of the first years quite hastily. It generally never became public knowledge, as anyone judged negatively often was kept at some comfortable distance, but she really did much more good then harm. She tilted her head to the side when the Professor suggest she go find her friends, which drew her eyes up to the other woman's, a smile on her still red-tinted face. "Awkward to be talking to you? Not for me, but, I'll take the hint." She teased right back, biting her lip as she scooped up dog and bag all at once, as if it were a normal practice. "I'll see you soon, Ms. Fauchex?" And, proving she was certainly going to go without much more request than she'd already made, she moved to the door, half-thinking about giving her a hug, but fully deciding against it. Once she'd answered, she spoke once more, "Thank you for the company. It was nice talking to you." And then left their shared carriage, crossing walkways and cutting through until she'd caught sight of Gustav.<br><br>From her approach, it was blatantly obvious that he was talking to some number of people, only one of which she recognized besides him in any capacity as more than just some other student: Leonore. She'd met the girl through Gustav at about the same time she'd met him, making it almost a package deal, but ultimately didn't have any problems with her. The few times they'd all been around one another had went well enough, though it was all still pretty new. Without hesitation, she'd approached, now awake and much-too-excited pup struggling in her arm's grasp right up until she'd brought the dog close enough to lick Gustav's arm. Instead of giving him a second personalized greeting, she simply chuckled, turning her eyes on the two unknown boys, and offering everyone a simple "Hello, everyone." &nbsp;Jace obviously wanted down, at this point, and his owner obliged, thankful the dog resisted doing much more than putting its forelegs up on Gustav's leg, begging for pets. <br></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beauxbatons Academy of Magic - Carriage </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MabFaerie</strong> on <strong>06-02-2014, 01:18:50</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i127.photobucket.com/albums/p121/Mab_faerie/Elliquiy/Beauxbatons%20Academy/EmilieEve_zps84bc92d6.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name (PC/NPC):</strong> Emilie Callahan (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=193964.msg9475925#msg9475925)<br><strong>Year/House:</strong> 1st Year<br><strong>Relationship Status:</strong> Single<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Beauxbaton School Uniform, Fall/Winter Version (http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=112894508)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Bern Carriage<br><strong>Date:</strong> September 1st<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Afanassii, Marston, OPEN<br><br><hr><br>At the dumbfounded expression of the boy standing before her, Emilie immediately felt a twinge of guilt at her unexpected outburst. <br>"Ah, sorry. I didn't mean--uhm, that is, to say... uh, ahm... you're right, I'm sorry." Emilie sighed quietly, internally frustrated at the clumsiness of her words and mannerisms. With a deep breath, she gathered her thoughts and repeated herself,<br>"I'm sorry, you're right. Candy is for eating. My reaction was silly, pardon me." Emilie switched to English as well once she realized that this new figure seemed to be American instead of the French she kept expecting everyone to be.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>Turning her attention to Afanassii, Emilie politely accepted the offered candy and tried a small bite, looking for all the world as if she was taste testing poison. <br>"Oh!" She exclaimed after the initial bite, smiling slightly. "This is actually much better than I'd expected. Uh, not that I expected it to be bad of course! I mean, I like it. Thank you for sharing with me."&nbsp; Internally Emilie could feel herself cringing. Could she be any worse at this? <br><br>"Ah, while I'd love to stay and chat, I think we'll be approaching our destination soon and as you can see, I am obviously not in uniform. If you two would excuse me a moment?" Emilie asked and began rifling through her carry-on bag for the uniform that was hopefully not too wrinkled from being folded and shoved inside a messenger bag.&nbsp; <br>"Afannassii? Ah, I'm sorry, but if it's not too much trouble, could you keep an eye on Poe for a moment?" Emilie gestured to the tiny raven that appeared to be fast asleep judging by it's silence over the past few minutes.<br>"If you can't, it's alright, he's usually pretty good about being left alone but it would make me feel a little better to know someone was looking after him." Emilie felt awkward asking a favor of someone she'd only just met but figured bringing the bird into the changing rooms with her probably wouldn't go over too well with anybody else. That reason aside, it was just a lot to carry around when trying to undress and redress as smoothly as possible. <br><br>Offering a simple curtsy and a meek smile, Emilie stepped away from her seat and made her way down the aisle towards the changing rooms, taking her cue from the various written and visual signs dotting the walls of the carriage. <br>When at last she'd made it into the changing room Emilie did her best not to grumble aloud about how absolutely ridiculous she found the informs to be and promptly failed in a rather spectacular fashion.<br>"Come attend a classy, formal magic school, they said. You'll learn all about the arts and society and magic as a whole, they said. It will help you develop into a unique, smart and special little snowflake, they said. Just be sure to wear that uniform so you can look exactly like everyone else. And don't alter it in any way either. We wouldn't want you standing out or trying to be different. Go be unique on someone else's time." Muttering to herself, Emilie tugged on the pale blue uniform, taking care with the buttons and zippers so that nothing tore or snagged. <br><br>When she was finished, she turned to face the full-length mirror that accompanied the changing room and groaned in disgust. <br>"Look at me. I look like someone's silly, spoiled daughter. Oh god, I <em>hate</em> this uniform." Unable to stand seeing herself in the ensemble a moment longer, Emilie gathered her things and swiftly returned to her seat, pleased to find Poe safe and sound as she'd left him. <br><br>"So, what did I miss?" She asked, glancing about and praying to god that she didn't look half as ridiculous as she felt.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beauxbatons Academy of Magic - Carriage </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Flower</strong> on <strong>06-02-2014, 02:06:03</strong>
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				<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/Date:</strong> In a Carriage, September 1<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Leonore, Jean-Paul Lesperance, Luc-Ambroise, and Marcelline<hr><br>Interest flickered on Gustav’s face when Leonore mentioned being busy over the summer holiday. By the way in which she spoke the words, he had the faintest inclination that her porcelain features had not been pressed between the pages of some boring novel. When she did not elaborate, her summer became steeped in mystery for him. <br><br>What had she done? <br><br>He was almost tempted to compensate for her lack of description by creating different and highly inappropriate scenarios in which to place her but then Margo’s face appeared in his mind to keep him on the right path. He turned his face downward and watched as Leonore not only pet owl but escaped without her blood being drawn. <br><br>It probably should not have mattered but he was pleased with his friend’s growing comfort level with the outdoors and animals especially other than the traditionally domesticated type. Leonore was a natural with animals. Gustav found she just needed a little guidance and maybe a shove in the right direction when her hesitations almost crippled her into cowardice. He smirked when Weib displayed a small inkling of her favor towards him before returning to her mistress’ shoulder. <br><br>Soon enough, Gustav and Leo were close enough to the two upperclassmen males for a verbal exchange to occur, and he found himself hoping for Leonore’s sake it did not turn unpleasant. As per usual, she took complete control of the situation without permitting him to utter a word at first, letting it become known that he had the Leo stamp of approval. It reminded him of the times in the boys' dorms after a few stolen drinks when his roommate swore up and down Leo had been a dominatrix in her past life. “Nice to meet you guys,” he said with a nod of his head in greeting to both males. He knew more of Ambrosie than Jean Paul mostly due to keeping up with the player stats and performance in Quidditch games. <br><br>His attention lingered with Jean-Paul when he spoke about the available chair with a tone which reminded him of the airs rich people put on when forced to tolerate commoners. Part of him knew the only reason why the older Ombrelunes even tolerated his presence was due to who stood next to him. It was at the tip of Gustav’s tongue to say the hell with the chair. However all that would do was put him higher on the males' blacklist of people to mess with later in the school year. Instead he gritted his teeth together, causing his jaw to flex from irritation, and dealt with the situation by not saying a word in response. He expelled a sharp breath from his mouth then proceeded for the second time to load his baggage into the overhead compartment. To help his owl feel a little bit more secure about her surroundings, he unlatched the cage’s door even though Tink would not attempt to fly out. His owl just liked to know the option was available even if she had little intention of using it. <br><br>“Lyons actually.” He said in response to Jean Paul’s question politely. “Why did you assume Paris?”&nbsp; Part of him wondered if he gave off that Parisian vibe but something told him that was not the case. He was a rural boy through and through. His face fell a little when Ambrosie asked him about Quidditch mostly due to his anxiety about it despite Anders intention to help him. Gustave's cheeks felt warm all of sudden because he realized Ambrosie had probably heard about his shame of a tryout last year. "No!" He said instantly louder than intended. "I just mean I'm a better fan than player. I will leave the actual game to the professionals." <br><br>Just when he was about to take his seat, the whimpers of pup nearby and turned to notice Marcelline approaching with one of his favorite dogs. Sometimes he joked the only reason why he dealt with her was to have unlimited access to Jace. He grinned widely at her then reached down to give the dog a long scratch behind the ear. "I missed you too, you fleabag."His eyes lifted to find Marcie's before he decided to be a pain in her ass. “Marcie,” he teased with a mischievous in his dark brown eyes then leaned forward as if he planned to kiss the her. Instead once he was close enough, Gustav quickly pinched her cheeks hard grandparents' style. “Now you choose to appear! I had a foot the size of France up my ass earlier.” If anything was clear from this exchange, it was that the young male felt more comfortable with members of his house. The whines and impatient pats of the dog at his leg caused Gustav to release Zoé to pick up the dog. "You wouldn't let that mean wolverine near me, would you? Unlike your owner..."<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beauxbatons Academy of Magic - Carriage </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>07-02-2014, 00:25:57</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg157/onilobo/Marston_zps11eddc0b.png)</div><strong>Character Name (PC/NPC):</strong> Edgar Marston Harlaw Jr. <br><strong>Year/House:</strong> Unsorted First year <br><strong>Relationship Status:</strong> Sowing his wild oats <br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Red Plaid cowboy shirt, cowboy hat, faded, well worn wrangler jeans, cowboy boots, rattlesnake skin belt and buckle. (http://images.luvimages.com/luvphotos/j/jason_aldean_in_a_cowboy_hat_and_plaid_shirt-1276.jpg)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Bern Carriage <br><strong>Date:</strong> September 1<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; Afanassii and Emillie&nbsp; &nbsp;<hr><br>"Well Afanassii, once we find a pub, I'll get the first round." Marston showed his appreciation for the treat in between bites. The term muggle came up and he wanted to ask about it as Emille stood and excused herself. Uniform? He had to wear a uniform before getting to school?! His mother had told him about the school uniform but he didn't have them yet. His flight in from Texas had not given them enough time. Early that day he was stripped and measured for the clothing, but he was not told when it would be ready.<br><br>Once the redhead stepped away, Marston leaned in and gestured to her retreating behind. "She is pretty cute are you into the shy types?" He asked the guy across from him before remembering what he meant to ask. <br><br>"This term muggle... can you explain it a better to me? I reckon it is not very positive, at least in the way I have heard people use it." He asked Afanassii as Emillie was returning. Marston smiled and whistled at her, playing and shooting her a little wink. "Not bad, cute outfit." He complimented her as he repeated his question regarding muggles. Marston had overheard his grandma calling his dad a muggle, and he did not know if it was an insult. He assumed it was something magic related&nbsp; (or lack of it), but unsure why the term bothered him personally. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beauxbatons Academy of Magic - Carriage </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Timeless</strong> on <strong>07-02-2014, 09:43:53</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://media.meltyfashion.fr/article-1259538-ajust_930/l-actrice-scarlett-johansson.jpg)</div><br><strong>Character Name (PC):</strong> Leonore Braun (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=193964.msg9474781#msg9474781)<br><strong>Year/House:</strong> Second Year, Ombrelune<br><strong>Relationship Status:</strong> Single<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> This (http://www.dicandiafashion.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/02/Casual-wear-for-women-over-50-434x1024.jpg)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Carriage from Paris, France<br><strong>Date:</strong> September 1st<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Jean-Paul, Luc-Ambroise, Gustav, Marcelline<br><br><hr><br>That smile on her lips only widened, feeling slightly thrilled at the prospect of introducing Gustav to her seniors and letting friendship bloom between them. She had known on the slight reputation when it came to her own House, especially when people had assumed that Ombrelunes were quite distant and a bit snobbish in a way. Yet, Leonore couldn't really blame any of them who thought of that, especially when she was considered to be somewhat like that until Gustav came along.<br><br>She could almost recalled the memory quite vividly; on the rather nervous Gustav approaching her and she was confused, and stared at him quite blankly when he asked for her assistance with his class. Back then, she found it a bit trivial but soon relented, especially having herself being a rather kind soul and would extend a hand to help someone who was in need, especially when it came to studies. She had been there when it came to Charm Class, and she approached Jean-Paul because of it. Why couldn't she do the same to someone who needed her help? In the end though, it became a very wise decision as both her and Gustav became rather good friends after that.<br><br>Leonore couldn't resist smiling more, mistaking that the boys were getting along well since they were talking. She waited for the blonde boy to take the empty seat until she heard some noises, which only drew her attention away and towards the source. Her grayish-blue eyes widened at the sight of Marcelline, though it was more out of pleasant surprise as she lifted a hand to wave towards her. She was somewhat shy towards the older girl, but knew her name and who she was, especially with Gustav introducing them both together last year. She was another Bellefeuille, someone Gustav could be comfortable with and she was glad actually that her good friend was comfortable doing something like what he had done to Marcelline. She did gave a sympathetic look towards the brunette female, seeing that pinching only to be quite painful. "Gustav, you should really stop doing that to Zoé," Leonore chimed in, but she spoke with a smile before giving a playful swat at his upper arm. She did wondered on what her good friend meant about what he said, as it sounded like he did faced some trouble just before they finally met again just moments ago. Yet, she knew it would be best to ask later than at the present moment.<br><br>"Forgive him, Zoé. I'm just glad he doesn't do that to me, because if he did, I would had offered to stop helping him with his classes as punishment," she gave a playful look towards Gustav but nevertheless neared herself to him to give an affectionate scratch behind Jace's ear. "Hello there, Jace! It's so good to see you too!" Nevertheless, she had moved away a bit and looked over to Luc-Ambroise and Jean-Paul.<br><br>In a way, the arrival of Marcelline was definitely unexpected and now, Leonore could see on how this little group had went larger by minutes. She didn't mind, but only hoped her seniors wouldn't be too troubled by the newcomers nevertheless. "A-ah, this is Marcelline Zoé Rex," she decided to introduce Marcelline, since she figured the senior of Gustav would prefer to sit with them and mingle. "She's a senior of Gustav, in the same house. I'm not too certain whether you all are familiar with each other." Leonore turned her head to spare a soft smile towards Marcelline but nevertheless, nudged Gustav to let him take the next empty seat.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beauxbatons Academy of Magic - Carriage </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SpiralSpider</strong> on <strong>08-02-2014, 06:07:09</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1226.photobucket.com/albums/ee406/Mostly_roleplay_pictures/People/Males/Andrej/7968e38f-8592-4d0a-8600-c85f60b33941_zpsac091115.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> joined carriage<br><strong>Date:</strong> September 1st<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Emilie, Marston <br><br>"Ah, yes... a pub..." The red haired boy squinted, racking his brain to remember the word the French used for it and whether he'd be able to obtain alcohol at only 17 years of age. He let it go, figuring the other male likely knew better than he did. It wasn't that he didn't drink; it was only that there was no age requirement back where he was originally from. "I'd like that. I'm not sure we'll get much of an opportunity to visit the village, though..."<br><br>Nassii watched adoringly as Emilie politely apologized. She seemed very genuine and down to earth, unlike the many pretentious witches he'd met at the school. He chuckled as he watched her suspiciously taste-test the Churchkhela, bringing a hand up to touch his lips reflexively. "I understand. I am sometimes skeptical when trying new things as well. Oh..." His expression fell, almost pouting at the thought that she'd be leaving them. "Of course. I would be delighted to watch him for you." He watched the lady move off to change with a hint of longing in his eyes and then turned to face Marston, who's question made him blush. He looked away for a moment. "I don't know if I have a 'type'. Then again, I'm not sure I would call her 'shy' really... I think she is just unsure of herself. She <em>is</em> beautiful, though." He conceded, glancing back the way she'd gone.<br><br>He was a bit shocked when Marston asked about the word, he'd never known 'muggle' to be a negative term. "I take it you are... not from a traditional wizarding family? "Muggle" just means that neither of your parents were, themselves, wizards. Some people are prejudiced against them - just as are some prejudiced against people of certain skin colors or religions. But that is a problem with the bigot who holds the prejudice... not the muggles themselves." <br><br>He shrugged, hoping the explanation was satisfactory enough. The American's cheeky actions brought Nassii's attention back to Emilie's returning form. He smiled warmly as he saw her in the school uniform for the first time. "Blue suits you." He said simply, his eyes caressing her newly attired form for much longer than he should have. "Poe has said nothing so I assume that I haven't been too terrible of company for him. Marston and I were discussing the term 'muggle' and whether it has any negative connotations on its own in the wizarding culture. Any thoughts on this?"<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beauxbatons Academy of Magic - Carriage </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SpiralSpider</strong> on <strong>08-02-2014, 06:44:09</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1226.photobucket.com/albums/ee406/Mostly_roleplay_pictures/People/twins/Yuri%20and%20Eri%20Ebihara/eebihara_zps99cc80fa.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name (PC):</strong> Akiko Tengan (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=193964.msg9484200#msg9484200)<br><strong>Year/House:</strong> 2nd year / Papillionlisse<br><strong>Relationship Status:</strong> single<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> the Beauxbatons uniform<br><strong>Location:</strong> joined carriage<br><strong>Date:</strong> September 1st<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Tai, Minako<br><br>When Minako embraced her, she couldn't help but smile. As Tai had said, they were reunited and though she doubt there would be much mischief, it definitely seemed like everything was better in the world now. At least to Akiko. "I thought of you, too." she admitted, the usual soothing, soft quality returning to her alto voice now that she was feeling more at ease. "Perhaps next time I will go with you. It wasn't bad at home, though. I accomplished quite a bit. Mother and Father are well. They miss you." She giggled quietly and blushed at Mina's playful suggestion that they fulfill Tai's suggestion. <br><br>When the flower came out, her eyes lit up and the shy smile remained. A part of her was jealous that her sister had been given a gift by her crush but she'd never hold such a silly thing against her. She took the sunny bloom from her sister's hand when it was presented and inhaled it's scent. She was lost in thought, daydreaming even when Aki mentioned their roommate from before. It took a few seconds for it to sink in and then she looked up and nodded with the quietest of giggles. The shy twin wasn't really one to complain unless someone was being harmed, so it wasn't a shock to anyone that she neither made a fuss about the student last year nor elaborated on the story now. Aki moved her chocolate eyes to look back at Tai. "This is a beautiful flower; do you know what it is called?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beauxbatons Academy of Magic - Carriage </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SpiralSpider</strong> on <strong>08-02-2014, 07:02:10</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1226.photobucket.com/albums/ee406/Mostly_roleplay_pictures/People/Males/124_zps06b100c0.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name (PC):</strong> Luc-Ambroise de Sade (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=193964.msg9482367#msg9482367)<br><strong>Year/House:</strong> 4th Year; Ombrelune<br><strong>Relationship Status:</strong> unattached<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> a brown suit and shiny dress shoes<br><strong>Location:</strong> Carriage from Paris, Fance<br><strong>Date:</strong> September 1st<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Jean-Paul, Leonore, Gustav and Marcelline<br><br>Luc-Ambroise chuckled at Jean-Paul's snarky comment. He was beginning to get a grasp on the man's personality and was finding that he rather liked it. In truth, he then felt somewhat ashamed at his knee-jerk reaction the Jean-Paul had not known who he was at first. The boy was engaging in his own way and though he seemed indifferent, Ambroise suspected that there was more than Quidditch that would stir the boy's passions.<br><br>As Gustav joined them, Ambroise winked at Leonore and playfully chirped, "It seems you're gathering quite a few admirers, Mademoiselle." He hadn't heard anything about Gustav one way or the other and so meant no offense in either asking about the sport nor this joke. Mostly, he kept up with International teams and anything pertaining to his own in the school... unless there was an up and coming game. "That's too bad..." He responded, clicking his tongue, "You have a sturdy build; I imagine you'd make a fair beater if given the chance." The smile that followed was as much a token of friendship as the compliment was, such pleasantries extended since he was a friend of a friend. <br><br>When the 3rd year Belle student entered the scene, Luc-Ambroise mirrored her greeting reflexively. "Hello." He'd seen her around the past few years but never had a chance to actually get to know her. Her androgynous appearance always intrigued and baffled him, but polite society dictates that one does not talk about these things unless one is prompted. He smiled pleasantly at her before his attention was drawn by the animated pup that came with her. His face flushed slightly and his jaw dropped in surprise. "And who is this?" He asked excitedly, captivated by the adorable creature. His Mynah bird did not share in his enthusiasm, as Mercury bobbed its head up and down and attempted to bury itself under Ambroise's blonde mop.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beauxbatons Academy of Magic - Carriage </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AdrianZef</strong> on <strong>08-02-2014, 20:04:17</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/8/86/Frchar.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name (PC):</strong> Jean-Paul Lesperance (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=193964.msg9473789#msg9473789)<br><strong>Year/House:</strong> 3rd year / Ombrelune<br><strong>Relationship Status:</strong> Single<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Grey wizard robes, with a black bowtie.<br><strong>Location:</strong> Carriage, Paris, France<br><strong>Date:</strong> Sept. 1st<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Leonore, Luc-Ambroise, Gustav, Marcelline<br><br><hr><br>"You are in the Parisian carriage." Jean-Paul responded to Gustav, but then he shrugged, "I had no idea where you were from, but I thought I'd give it a guess." He had noted the twist in the boy's features when he was talking about his seat, but was unsure what the cause was. He was quite oblivious to the impact of his own words, but relatively acute in sensing the resulting discomfort, even though he usually didn't connect the line between the two.<br><br>Jean-Paul let out a smile as the friendly dog came up to Gustav and Leonore, though he didn't reach out to the dog himself. He heard about Leonore helping Gustav with some classes, and wondered which classes she helped him in. He had been helping her in Charms, but she was quite smart, so it wasn't too much of a surprise to him that she was helping someone else. Still, it was odd to have someone he had tutored be a tutor for someone else.<br><br>He waved to the student who had accompanied the dog. He had seen her around in several of his classes, but had never talked to her much. "Hi Marcelline" he said, picking up on her name from what Leonore had said, "I'm Jean-Paul, 3rd year Ombrelune. I've seen you around in several of my classes, so I assume you're a 3rd year too?" he asked, his attention drifting from newcomer to newcomer.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beauxbatons Academy of Magic - Carriage </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Niferbelle</strong> on <strong>08-02-2014, 22:04:09</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/0/04/Tai.png)</div><strong>Character Name PC:</strong> Tai Stardel'est (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=193964.msg9427018#msg9427018)<br><strong>Year/House:</strong> Ombrelune, 2nd year<br><strong>Relationship Status:</strong> Single - though no one's really sure<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> khaki trousers, tropical print shirt, robe worn open over both<br><strong>Location:</strong> Carriage from Bordeaux/joined carriages <br><strong>Date:</strong> September 1st<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Mina, Akiko, Open<br><hr>Tai fell silent as the girls chatted, his dark eyes alert as he surveyed the activity in the carriage, picking up bits and pieces of conversation here and there, wondering if there was anything really interesting going on. Many people upon meeting Tai with his quiet ways incorrectly assumed he must be reserved or shy when in reality he was just nearly always observing and you si,ply could just find more things out by being silent and unassuming. he got comfortable, stretching his arm out on the seat behind Mina's shoulders, his hand brushing lightly against Akiko's arm and glanced over, brought into the conversation again by the shy twin's question.<br><br>"They're called Bird's Eyes," he explained. It didn't seem a very descriptive name for the cheerful yellow flower. "The Vietnamese have a potion they make from it that allows them to share a bird's vision for a time. I haven't tried it yet since I have Màu Xanh. We can already do that a little."<br><br>As he mentioned the bluebird he glanced over and smiled. Màu Xanh was staying nimbly out of Suki's reach, at least until Mina's familiar seemed to get bored with the game and then Màu Xanh would flutter closer again to keep it going. They could be at that a very long time before they both tired of it. He reached over Mina with his other hand and gave Tengoku a little rub behind the ears before sitting back again. "what's your favorte color, Aki? The next time I'm in Vietnam I'll look for a flower just for you. Or better yet, you and Mina can come and visit my family there some time and hunt for your own!" <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beauxbatons Academy of Magic - Carriage </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mtpersson</strong> on <strong>08-02-2014, 22:19:38</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://farm4.staticflickr.com/3814/12266730365_194c0708c4_b_d.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name (PC):</strong> Virginie Moreau<br><strong>Year/House:</strong> Papillonlisse, 3rd Year<br><strong>Relationship Status:</strong> Single<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> White t-shirt under open flannel shirt. Skinny jeans, boots and hat. Her mother's wedding ring around her neck on a thin chain (http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7385/12149227995_5f6855a541_o_d.jpg)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Paris Carriage<br><strong>Date:</strong> September 1st<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Isla, Marston, Open<br><br><hr><br>Virginie sat and spoke with Isla for a while, all the time stroking the huge hound which had found a home curled up on her feet. The beast was nowhere near as ferocious as it's size suggested and it was by far the softest and gentlest creature she had come across. They spoke about the difficulty of keeping pets in a school and fitting in enough time to care for them properly in between their studies. Virginie's cat, Socks, had wandered off as soon as she had arrived at the carriage.<br><br>Happening to glance at her watch mid-conversation, Virginie spotted the time and her thoughts started to turn to their arrival at Beauxbaton. Colette, the prissy, straight laced thing that she was, probably had the best idea and had wandered off to get changed into her uniform ages ago. Knowing her luck, Virginie had left it too late and there would be a huge queue for her to wait in as all of the other students did the same thing. Making her excuses to Isla, she began hunting through her bag for the bare essential components. The blue skirt and the white blouse.<br><br>Bundling these up in her arms she slowly made her way through the joined carriages, looking for a free toilet cubicle in which to change. Moving through what was the Bern carriage at one point she spotted Marston, his chocolate frog chasing adventure seemingly over. Virginie was caught by a sudden playfulness and removed her hat from her head. Walking slowly so he wouldn't hear her, she approached him from behind and whipped his hat off and replaced it with her own. Placing his larger one on her head, she broke into a quicker walk, looking back with a grin on her face to see whether he was chasing her.<br><br>Ahead, she could see a free door and headed towards it, opening it and slipping inside.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beauxbatons Academy of Magic - Carriage </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>09-02-2014, 00:55:06</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1171.photobucket.com/albums/r554/onilobo1/Matias_zpsc39430f2.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name (PC/NPC):</strong> Professor Chevalier<br><strong>Year/House:</strong> Bellefeuille's Head of House<br><strong>Relationship Status:</strong> Single with a few Amis-Amants <br><strong>Wearing:</strong> &lt;-- Blue Suit<br><strong>Location:</strong> Marseille Carriage<br><strong>Date:</strong> September 1<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; Prof. Washington with an eye kept on the students in the carriage <hr><br>Isa had a way to push her luck and at that moment she was at the breaking point. He looked at her and deepened that look in the back of his eyes. Matias was a man of amazing self control but when pushed he would not hesitate nor pull back. He was speaking with the stern look in his eyes. <em>The warden is about to be tossed over my lap and spanked! </em> The running student was only given a quick glance to make sure he did not collide with him or Isa before she made him laugh. "I think we need to evaluate to what you consider "getting one over on you". <br><br>Mattias was not worried with chaperone duty, as long as they weren't scamming the townsfolk or causing to much mayhem they could run free. The school had enough hard asses as is. Matias recalled the last student(s) who stepped out of line and the face(s) they made when they found themselves trapped by a Devil's Snare. <br><br>"Before the summer I planted something nice in the greenhouses, once we get to the mansion would you care to join me to see it it bloomed properly?" He asked as he took note of the time and the shifting of students as they shuffled towards the lavatories and extra changing rooms. "How do I look? Do I look in need of a freshen up?" Matias aske Isa with a coy little smirk as he nudged her foot away and smoothed the little blemish in his pants. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beauxbatons Academy of Magic - Carriage </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Josietta</strong> on <strong>09-02-2014, 05:19:00</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/c2/Colette.png)</div><br><span style="font-family: candara;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 11pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Character Name (PC):</strong> Colette Rosier (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=193964.msg9515883#msg9515883)<br><strong>Year/House:</strong> 3rd year / Papillonlisse<br><strong>Relationship Status:</strong> Single<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Uniform<br><strong>Location:</strong> Paris Carriage Changing Area<br><strong>Date:</strong> September 1st<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open, (Maybe an Alex?)<br><br></span></span><hr><br><span style="font-family: candara;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size">Having weaved her way through the corridor, Colette finally found the changing area and slipped inside. Pulling a curtain back she stepped into the singular changing stall and closed herself back in. It was always hard for her to get changed in the carriage. The stalls were small and even though the curtain didn't make things air tight she still felt a bit claustrophobic. Rushing to change, she could keep her shoes, as they were her standard uniform footwear. The pleated skirt she wore was switched out with a nicely pressed powder blue dress and she took off her knee high socks in order to put on a pair of&nbsp; white tights before pulling her shoes on last. Once she was completely dressed she drew the curtain back and exhaled deeply. Taking in as much air as possible then once she caught her breath, she smoothed out her skirt and made sure everything was tucked, pressed and in perfect place. She pulled on her sweater and buttoned it up all the way. She had packed her winter coat in her suitcase and hopefully wouldn't be needing it just yet. Standing in front of a long mirror she smiled at herself and placed the white beret on her head making sure her hair was in order and then headed out with her previously worn clothing tucked into a carry on bag. <br><br>Colette did wonder if Virginie had taken her advice yet to get dressed. They would be arriving any time and it would not be acceptable to not have her uniform on. She always did wait too late to get ready. Tucking a strand of golden hair behind one ear started down the corridor toward her carriage seat. Not looking to where she was going, having been distracted momentarily by a chocolate frog that had gotten free, she shook her head some and turned to continue on. What she didn't expect was for someone to be standing in her way or stepping out into the corridor and she bumped directly into them with a startled gasp.<br><br><strong>"Oh .. I am sorry. I did not see you."</strong><br><br>She glanced up then to see just who she had literally bumped into and silently hoped it wasn't her brother or any of his lackies causing trouble. Kristoff was always the sort to think he was better then any muggleborn or half blood. He held himself in high regard much like their parents and other family did.</span></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beauxbatons Academy of Magic - Carriage </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MabFaerie</strong> on <strong>09-02-2014, 09:10:35</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i127.photobucket.com/albums/p121/Mab_faerie/Elliquiy/Beauxbatons%20Academy/EmilieEve_zps84bc92d6.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name (PC/NPC):</strong> Emilie Callahan (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=193964.msg9475925#msg9475925)<br><strong>Year/House:</strong> 1st Year<br><strong>Relationship Status:</strong> Single<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Beauxbaton School Uniform, Fall/Winter Version (http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=112894508)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Bern Carriage<br><strong>Date:</strong> September 1st<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Afanassii, Marston, OPEN<br><br><hr>Settling back into her seat, Emilie offered both Afanassii and Marston a smile but remained silent for a lingering moment. She was unsure of how exactly she should respond to their compliments, would it be polite enough to merely thank them or would more be expected of her? Would her silence be construed as vanity or simply cause her to appear as even more of a shrinking violet? <br>Luckily for her, Poe chirped to life the moment she slid into view and proceeded to chatter and caw accusingly at her, as if only now noticing she'd left him in the first place. The little bird seemed downright furious at Emilie and she wondered if perhaps he disliked her new ensemble. Maybe this was the birds way of saying 'Human, you've redecorated yourself and I hate it!' Emilie thought.<br><br>"Oh, now he chirps to life, does he? I bet he slept all through my absence, didn't he? He's only up now so he can strut about looking as if I'd betrayed him by leaving him alone for more than five seconds." Emilie laughed, taking the small cage onto her lap and opening its door to let the misshapen, black fuz-ball poke his head out. <br>"Might as well let him feel free for a moment while we still have some time left on our ride." She murmured while trying to coax the little bird out of his cage who remained stubbornly cautious of her new attire.<br><br>"If you don't like blue clothes, little Poe, I certainly have some bad news for you. This school year will not be pleasant." Deciding at last that the bird was simply too stubborn to be swayed, Emilie attempted to close the cage door but Poe darted his way out of it and on to her lap at last.<br>"I swear he can't make up his mind. Still, thank you both for keeping tabs on him while I changed. I doubt he's very happy about you co-conspiring against him, of course. Seems he doesn't agree about me in shades of blue-- Look, I'm sorry Poe, curse my sudden but inevitable betrayal--what more do you want from me?" Emilie teased the bird as he began pecking at the sleeves of her dress vehemently.<br><br>"There's no helping him. Alright, what were you two discussing? Muggles in the Wizarding community? Oh, the <em>meaning</em> of the word itself in regards to the community? Well, I wouldn't say it's negative exactly. I mean, I think it's just the word they use for non-magical folk, isn't it? Sort of like calling someone a Baker or a Plumber. It's not an insult, it's just who they are." Emilie replied but all the while she turned the thought over in her head, trying to pull from what sources she knew of and form a better answer as she spoke. <br><br>"I suppose perhaps some of the more picky families obsessed with blood-status might feel differently though. Being a muggle-born seems to be regarded as lower in status than having been born from a predominantly wizarding family. I think it's not very different from being born 'rich' versus being born 'poor' where the measure of ones 'wealth' is measured in regards to how many magical people are in ones family instead of how many coins. I'll be sure to ask my Uncle next time we speak, he'd have a better answer for that one, I think."<br>&nbsp; <br>&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beauxbatons Academy of Magic - Carriage </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>persephone325</strong> on <strong>09-02-2014, 09:21:43</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://31.media.tumblr.com/9dd5413642406343087ac66dc2489f00/tumblr_mqi0x0RXzP1rmzzyeo1_1280.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name (PC):</strong> Rei Taniguchi (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=193964.msg9470399#msg9470399)<br><strong>Year/House:</strong> Bellefeuille - 3rd year<br><strong>Relationship Status:</strong> Single<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> This (http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=111851672)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Lyon Carriage/Joined Carriages<br><strong>Date:</strong> September 1st, 2014<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Afanassii, Emilie, Marston, OPEN<br><strong>Lyla (http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/c/c2/Rainbow_lorikeet.jpg):</strong> Present<br><hr>Rei wasn't sure how long she had been asleep. Lyla was chirping softly in her ear, and had woken her up. She rolled her head to the side, and started out the window.<br><br>"Lyla... What's up? Why'd you wake me, huh?" She spoke to the beautifully colored bird as if it could understand her. Sometimes she thought Lyla really did know what she was saying. She chirped a bit louder, and fluttered out of the carriage. Rei immediately sprang up and chased after her.<br><br>"Lyla!" She whistled sharply, and the bird flew back towards her. "You know better!" Rei scolded the bird and shook her finger at her. Lyla chirped softly, almost sadly, in response and hovered a few inches in front of Rei. "Now, come on. Show me what's got you all riled up, Ly." She whistled twice in quick succession, and Lyla perked up again.<br><br>The bird flew forward a bit, and Rei walked quickly to keep up with her. They went through the different carriages, and Rei glanced into each of the compartments as they passed by. Students talking, or sleeping. Teachers making plans for their classes. Things Rei had seem before, during her first two years. Some things really never did change. But she didn't mind. It all felt familiar, and happy.<br><br>Lyla hovered in front of a compartment with an open door before quickly darting inside. Rei whistled sharply, but Lyla didn't come back out. The young girl pursed her lips in irritation before heading into the compartment. To her slight surprise, it wasn't empty.<br><br>"Oh!" Rei said, her eyes widening slightly. "I'm sorry. I don't know what go into her." She laughed softly and laid her eyes on Lyla. The lorikeet was fascinated with something. Rei could see it was small and black. It looked fuzzy. <em>A cat...?</em> She wondered. As she looked closer, she could see it was a baby bird. It looked like a raven. Lyla was preening the little raven, and Rei couldn't help but smile.<br><br>"Lyla. Come on, pretty. Let's go!" Rei whistled to get her attention, but she was too interested in her new feathered friend. Rei shook her head. "I guess she found a new friend." She said to the red headed girl. The raven was sitting on her lap, so Rei assumed it belonged to her.<br><br>"Well, what a peculiar way to meet someone!" Rei giggled. "I'm Rei. Rei Taniguchi. May I join you?" She introduced herself politely, hoping she hadn't intruded on anything. She wasn't one to just barge in on conversations, but she didn't want to leave Lyla. If the three students didn't want to be joined, Rei would have to figure out how to get Lyla away from the raven.<br><br><em>Boy, would that be a task and a half...</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beauxbatons Academy of Magic - Carriage </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ArtemisHighmore</strong> on <strong>09-02-2014, 11:28:07</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www4.images.coolspotters.com/photos/718362/kit-harington-profile.png)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong> Valter Endresen (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=193964.25) <br><strong>Year/House:</strong> First year<br><strong>Relationship Status:</strong> Single<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> This, minus the watch. (http://i.imgur.com/VYnlHlg.jpg)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Combined Carriage<br><strong>Date:</strong> September 1st<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open<br><br>As he was struggling with his robe he noticed a small piece of paper pinned to it. Sighing, he shifted the troublesome article around until he could see the paper, opening it slowly. <em>Be sure to wear your school uniform. We packed it beneath the robe. Love, Grandma.</em> Blushing slightly at his mistake, he glanced around a moment before pulling his bag down, hoping that no one else had been witness to his foolishness. Setting the bag upon his seat, he opened it to find his school uniform neatly folded. Gathering up the various items he found, he looked around for a moment. He suspect that it would be in bad taste to change right here, not that it bothered him any, but he really didn’t feel like getting in trouble. One could only guess at the punishments could be. Certainly worse than a ruler across the backside he would think. <br><br>Nothing a few other students coming and going from what seemed to be a changing area, he scooted his way out of his seat and headed down towards the back of the Marseille charge, dodging people and creatures alike. “My apologies…. Excuse me… Just trying to get over there…. Pardon me.” He blushed when he accidently bumped into a rather lovely girl, quickly darting into the changing room before she could reprimand him. Pulling the curtain closed, he shifted slightly, his shoulders bumping against the edges of the small room. “One would think wizards could make bigger rooms.”<br><br>The pants and shirt were easy enough to sort out, the vest following shortly there after. Looking at the other items, he shook his head, grumbling in his native Norwegian. “What in the nine hells is all this stuff for? What an odd looking hat. And why on earth would they make use wear ties? It’s going to be the death of me for sure. Why I am not even sure how to tie one of those things.” Grumbling still, he settled for slipping on the shoes and putting the coat on, though he left it unbuttoned, find it detestable and exceedingly warm already. The tie was left parted and loose around his neck, figuring he could ask someone about it later if he had the chance. Carrying the hat, he glanced back out of the dressing area before heading towards his seat, feeling rather like a monkey in a suit at the moment. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beauxbatons Academy of Magic - Carriage </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>minerva7790</strong> on <strong>09-02-2014, 15:08:16</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://userserve-ak.last.fm/serve/_/55877467/Keiko%2BKubota%2B15876427.png)</div><strong>Character Name (PC/NPC):</strong> Mayumi Melançon (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=193964.msg9485792#msg9485792)<br><strong>Year/House:</strong> First year<br><strong>Relationship Status:</strong> Single<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> url=http://cfc.polyvoreimg.com/cgi/img-set/.sig/yNQ6HHsYWeK4qDs8IvKAAA/cid/112931537/id/vPzlyo2R4xGRiEy-O-wIHA/size/c600x471.jpg] This outfit[/url], but changing to Beauxbaton uniform<br><strong>Location:</strong> Bordeaux carriage/ joined carriage?<br><strong>Date:</strong> September 1st<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Valter Endresen, Open<br><br>Mai hated being late. It was the one recurring thought that went through her mind as she ran along, struggling to drag her luggage with her, pet raccoon screeching angrily as her cage swung from her hand. She had it all planned out neatly, really. Her overnight train from her home in Tolouse would arrive at 7am, which gave her more than enough time to get breakfast and wait for the carriage. But how was she to know that the streets in Bordeaux were so... confusing? Urgh!<br><br>She turned the corner and sighed with relief when she saw a carriage, as blue as the seal wax on the letter that had been sent to her. At least she didn't have to spend time on the pavement worrying about what the carriage would look like or whether the letter was a hoax after all... Seeing her, an impatient looking man wearing a smart blue suit that matched the carriage shouted at her to hurry, and Mai did her best, panting wildly. The man helped her with her luggage, and finally, she was on the carriage. <br><br>It was slightly embarrassing to note that the carriage started to move immediately after she stumbled into it. Pretending not to care, Mai tucked a stray strand of her dark brown hair behind her ear, smiled her thanks at the man, and went to look for a seat. Most of the students were moving in the opposite direction, because that was where the changing rooms were located. Looking behind her, Mai shrugged her shoulders. <em>Since I'm already here, why not change first?</em><br><br>Turning around, and nearly knocking into another student with a wild mop of dark hair, Mai quickly ducked into the next empty changing room, luggage and all. Pulling out her new uniform, she examined it for the first time. It looked... normal. Not that Mai was complaining. She had no idea whom to get help from if it was some complicated set of robes, like those she imagined witches wore. Not bothering to fold her own dress and blouse, Mai quickly dressed on the blue outfit, sans hat and coat. Jumping out of the dressing room again, she dragged her luggage once more, excusing herself as she squeezed out of the crowd.<br><br>It was emptier on the other end of the carriage, Mai was pleased to find. Finding an empty seat, Mai plonked herself down next to her luggage and Reine's cage. The Japanese tanuki hissed at her, but Mai simply smiled at her. "You'll have the freedom of the castle soon, you rascal," she told him as she put her own dress away in her luggage. She had just taken out a book to settle herself down for the rest of the way, when she realised she was seated opposite mop-head boy.<br><br>"Oh, uh... Hi?" she said, startled. "Sorry for earlier... It was crowded..." Mai started to feel uncomfortable, as she usually did around strangers. She was all too aware, too, of her Asian accent, which she normally did a good job of speaking French without. Desperate for something to say, she began to ramble, "Uhh... I hope it's okay if I sit here. My name is Mayumi Melançon, but people usually call me Mai. And uhh... Are you going to do anything about that hair?"<br><br>She clapped her hand to her mouth even as the words escaped them. "Uhh... Ahhh... I mean, it looks good. Just, you know, a little moppy."Mai's voice was high and squeaky now, her heart thumping wildly. <em>Way to go for first impressions,</em> she thought in dismay. "Err... E-E-Excuse me!" And with that, she shot out of her seat and ran off, before tripping on her own feet and falling onto the carriage floor with a loud <em>bump</em>. As far as first days of school went, this certainly wasn't looking to be Mai's best.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beauxbatons Academy of Magic - Carriage </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Emmykins</strong> on <strong>09-02-2014, 21:50:38</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://ilarge.listal.com/image/3063774/936full-paula-zago.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Character's Name:</strong> Marcelline Zoé Rex<br><strong>Nicknames:</strong> Zoé (common), Rex (common), Marcie (hates it)<br><strong>Age &amp; Birth date:</strong> 19. <em>July 21st, 1995</em><br><strong>Relationship Status:</strong> Single.<br><strong>Year/House:</strong> 3rd, Bellefuille<br><strong>Location:</strong> Combined Carriage, Near Gustav and company.<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 1st.<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Gustav, Jean-Paul, Lenore, Luc.<br><strong>Wearing:</strong>This, sans bag (http://media-cache-ec0.pinimg.com/736x/49/e4/0c/49e40c847b7db806bd64bc785c07b350.jpg). Messenger Bag. (http://img0.etsystatic.com/006/0/5520134/il_570xN.391262034_9rj2.jpg)<br><strong>Jace:</strong> (http://cdn-www.dailypuppy.com/dog-images/arlo-the-australian-shepherd_38593_2009-12-10_w450.jpg) Present<br></span><hr><hr><span style="font-family: timesnewroman;" class="bbc_font"><br><br>She'd always known Gustav had a thing for her pup, but it wasn't much a secret that the dog was fueled by affection, and often times managed to enjoy just about everyone Marcelline kept in company, plus a swathe of others unknown. "Fleabag?" She huffed, grinning wide. "I <em>just</em> washed him. He's cleaner than you." Of course she teased, and her tone mirrored the sentiment. Her eyes narrowed slightly at the name he chose to use, barely restraining herself from punching him in the arm or something else. He leaned in, her eyebrow quirked up as he got far too close, and she may have flushed just a little, though she stood her ground, only looking somewhat confused but also cute. Which he quickly ruined, pinching her cheeks, bringing the blush into reality and earning himself a light push to remind him she wasn't <em>entirely</em> a pushover, even if he was definitely the stronger of the two farm-raised students. <br><br>“Now you choose to appear! I had a foot the size of France up my ass earlier.”&nbsp; This caused her to laugh, shrugging, hands raising in a slight motion that obviously mirrored her words. "So what? Probably deserved it." Her lips parted to continue, probably about to ask who she needed to <em>have a talk with</em>, but the wave from Lenore caught her attention just as her words and swat to Gustav had. If she hadn't already been smiling, the girl's show of welcoming probably would've made her do so. Leonore <em>had</em> been a bit shy since they'd met, and Marcelline probably didn't make that much easier when it came right down to it... But that didn't change her appreciation of the Omberlune girl that had surprised her by just generally being <em>decent</em>, and quite helpful to Gustav, to boot. From her side she'd heard Gustav's words to the already wriggling pup in his arms, signaled by the faint jingling of his tags, evoking a snicker as Jace surely forced him to bend down and release him, satisfied with his pets. But her attention had shifted to focus on Leonore, a curious glance given to the two boys who had greeted her when they were introduced. <br><br>She recognized both of them almost equally, though entirely for different reasons. Jean-Paul had been in quite a few of her classes, but that certainly didn't mean all that much, as they hadn't spoken much at all. She had at least returned his wave, though a little awkwardly. Luc, on the other hand, was a year above her, which meant they'd mostly seen each other around the school, during volunteering, or other generally normal shared moments. He was... interesting, and it was somewhat surprising for her to have bumped into him here, as well. Just as with Jean-Paul, they really hadn't done much more than possibly acknowledge each other, and <em>interesting</em> wasn't always a positive. Her attention focused on Leonore, who continued to speak.<br><br>"She's a senior of Gustav, in the same house. I'm not too certain whether you all are familiar with each other." Marcelline wasn't entirely sure how to respond, other than honestly, which is what she did. "Sadly not, and yes, I am a third year as well. It's nice to meet both of you," and then her eyes drifted to Luc, "Jace"&nbsp; whose question was answered in the same honestly-nice tone. Bending down momentarily, she nudged the curious pup forward a little more, encouraging him. The dog moved forward, making his way over to first Jean-Paul, smelling him cautiously, and then turning his attention to Luc. Marcelline's eyes had beaten the dog's attention by a few moments, catching that blush and even the surprised reaction at Jace in general, which had only added an extra handful of curiosity to the growing pile. Jace set about smelling him just as he had Jean-Paul, not even noticing the student's bird, panting excitedly, paws put up on seat's edge for pets. If Luc ignored him, of course, Jace didn't hesitate a second to show how willing he was to get them from Jean-Paul, either. <br><br>She was oblivious to Leonore's nudging of Gustav, but once he'd settled in a seat, she offered the group as a whole a smile as she took the nearest seat to the group. The after thought of asking if she could join them only occurred after she'd settled down, her bag still slung over her shoulder. She grew still a moment once she'd sat, face still red for different reasons. "Sorry for assuming - do you mind?" The question was particularly offered to Luc and Jean-Paul, who each got a look between them once the question had been poised, and even one to Leonore, as well. Gustav, on the other hand, was assumed to enjoy her company, if not strictly because Jace had finally escaped whoever's clutches he'd been in to return to Leonore and him, soaking up their attention before finally coming to lay on Marcelline's feet.</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beauxbatons Academy of Magic - Carriage </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Loves</strong> on <strong>09-02-2014, 22:43:14</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i975.photobucket.com/albums/ae240/samanthamazur/ConnieAvie_zps1bd48eb5.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name PC:</strong> Constance Maree Jeannie Beauregard&nbsp; <br>(goes by Connie) (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=193964.msg9449326#msg9449326)<br><strong>Relationship Status:</strong> Dating &nbsp;Ettiene Bonhomme &nbsp;(http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=193964.msg9427792#msg9427792)<br><strong>House and Year</strong> Papillonlisse, second year student <br><strong>Location:</strong>Carriage from Marseilles<br><strong>Date:</strong> September 1st <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Ettiene, Abel, Kenneth and Claudette and Open <strong>*if you wish to chat with a weepy part veela, feel free to say she has joined your character*</strong><br><br>*wearing (http://media-cache-ec0.pinimg.com/736x/a5/4e/85/a54e855a2c8caa9d55da19e04dccd585.jpg)<br>*note, she is not wearing the hat* <br><br><br><hr><br>Constance couldn’t believe what she was seeing! There he was! Sitting there ogling her best friend right in front of her! He was practically drooling! Connie had had enough! He was supposed to love her! That was not the action of <br>a man in love! And then! Then he had the nerve to push against Claudettes breasts under the ridiculous excuse of “needing air”.&nbsp; Oh he neede air alright! He needed a cold breeze to settle his lustful eyes that had gotten a close up view of Claudette’s breasts!<br><br>To be fair to Ettiene, he hadn’t had much of a choice in where to put his eyes as Claudette had purposely placed her assets before him in a manner that gave him the perfect view. He was, as they say, damned if he did and damned if he didn’t.&nbsp; Had Constance had time to consider the facts carefully she might have come to a different conclusion than the one she was currently feasting upon. However she was young and french and part Veela! Her temper was inherited. <br><br>She was so angry that all she could do was scream and point at his two best friends as if they were the scourge of the universe and the problem to all mankind. She marched off muttering things like “if he wants air then he can take a long walk out of the carriage!” and “how dare he!” and “right in front of me like I am nothing!” Her pride was hurt. She felt unattractive, unloved, no longer adored by him! In short she felt exactly how Claudette hoped she would feel. <br><br>Moving along the carriage, Constance tried to keep the tears at bay, but she was an emotional young woman at the best of times, while at the worst, she was simply a mess.&nbsp; Uncaring who she sat beside, whether she was alone or intruding on another. Plopping down in the nearest empty chair Connie turned her head to the window and allowed her sorrow to fill her soul. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beauxbatons Academy of Magic - Carriage </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Loves</strong> on <strong>09-02-2014, 23:33:06</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i975.photobucket.com/albums/ae240/samanthamazur/dFNG5BTi033S_zpsa5e722e0.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name PC:</strong> Claudette Nadeen Touchet&nbsp; <br>(goes by Claud) (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=193964.msg9460236#msg9460236)<br><strong>Relationship Status:</strong> Single<br><strong>House and Year</strong> Ombrelune, second year student <br><strong>Location:</strong>Carriage from Marseilles<br><strong>Date:</strong> September 1st <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Constance and Ettiene and his two idiot friends (moving to sit with Ettiene) Open <br><br>*wearing (http://fashionistatrends.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/10/classy-outfits-44.jpg)<br><br><hr><br>Claudette barely allowed time to glare at Adel as he made his smart mouthed comment. She didn’t need words to get her feelings across. She wanted him to die in a boiling hot vat of oil. It was at that moment when Ettiene pushed back against her, causing her to stumble and smack an unsuspecting soul in the head. She didn’t care if they were hurt, if they expected an apology from her then they would be waiting a very long time! After all she was far too busy trying not to appear too happy as she watched Constance sulk and move to the back of the carriage, wobbly lip and all.<br><br>There was only one problem with Ettiene going one way and Constance going another. That problem was the effort it took Claudette to keep from smiling. Her plan was rolling along wonderfully, with each player falling into place as expected. If this rate kept up and there were no interruptions then she figured she would have Ettiene to herself, and his money, no later than by Christmas! She had better prepare her skiing outfits...oh who was she kidding! Ettiene would simply buy her what she needed! <br><br>Not bothering to go after Constance, why would she, Claudette chucked her bag at Abel and smoothed her skirt over her hips. She fluffed her hair and made her move, following in Ettiene’s wake. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beauxbatons Academy of Magic - Carriage </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DarkAngel111</strong> on <strong>10-02-2014, 07:34:56</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://mockingjay.net/wp-content/uploads/2012/02/Alex-Pettyfer.jpg)</div><strong> Character Name (PC):</strong> Adrian Beauchene (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=193964.msg9571314#msg9571314)<br><strong>Year/House:</strong> 6th year/Ombrelune<br><strong>Relationship Status:</strong>Single<br><strong>Wearing:</strong>Uniform<br><strong>Location:</strong> Beauxbatons Carriage.<br><strong>Date:</strong> 1st September.<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>Open, Constance.<br><br>Adrian had taken the Lyon carriage as he did every year and almost like every year, there were not any 6th years for him to talk to. The ride to School seemed much longer than it was. But ever since his 4th year he had the freedom to at least keep himself occupied. Thankfully there were no teachers in the carriage till they connected just the carriage staff, although Adrian never broke any rules. He never liked being babysat either. Some of the teachers were strict others kept their distance socializing from students. In his 5 years at the school he was quite widely known around the staff or at least the teachers who took his classes knew him well. He kept to himself mostly unless bothered.<br><br>In his 4th year he had earned a reputation as one of the wickedest students to be messed with when a 6th year Bellefeuille thought it was funny prank the strange 4th year boy who as some put was probably a squib when he had joined the school in his first year. The rumor had over the years circulated, although it had no base to it, it was nonetheless something used very often to mock or tease him with That had all changed when he had cursed a 6th year who thought it was funny to practice spells on him. Adrian had countered the curse and in its place non verbally used a spell he had made himself which had effects of tongue tying curse combined with Conjunctivitis Curse. The stunt had gotten him 8 weeks of detention with the head of the house but thankfully no one had found out that he used a single curse instead of two for the effects. <br><br>The little incident had made him quite known around the school and the teasing and taunting had disappeared, but the adverse effect of the event were people felt rather intimidated in his presence and he had to some degree taken to his father’s proud persona in last two years which made him seem rather proud and full of himself. The reason why he was sitting in a carriage by himself with his phoenix sitting on his arm, it seemed he was the only one that he could really count on for company when he was at school. Adrian looked through the window and opened it letting blasé out of the window. He heard him give out a cheerful cry as he left and with that Adrian closed the window and relaxed in his seat pulling his wand out of the side pocket he examined it for a few moments before pulling out a small handbook he used to scroll down spells in, ones he made himself. Now he had moved on to better things bigger spells, and was working on making a single short spell that could disarm and stun the other person. His little book was almost half way full and he had used these spells in almost every way possible but he made sure he never said them out loud not even his parent’s knew about this little hobby. <br><br>As the announcements was made that all the carriages had been aligned and now it was only an hour before they arrived at the school Adrian knew that now the first years would start running between the carriages and socialize he would no longer enjoy the privacy. He quietly pulled out a bowl of glass that was completely clear and filled it with water. He was about to cast a conjuring spell to place a fish in the bowl, which had been one of the things they were suppose-to learn the coming year when a second year Adrian had never seen before in his life, or at least never noticed just sat down in the seat opposite to him. She seemed to be crying and preoccupied for which he thankful. He could hear the sobbing but ignored it and cast his spell the first time didn’t work, but the second time there was a fish in the bowl which seemed to be still for a couple of seconds before it suddenly started swimming around the bowl. He looked at the girl who appeared to be sobbing still and levitated the bowl up in the air moving it across to her till it was right in front of her <strong>“you know, there is a simple spell to change the colors of this little fella”</strong> he said he had little to no interest in what her problems were, but he couldn’t stand the sobbing so he decided to distract her.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beauxbatons Academy of Magic - Carriage </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>10-02-2014, 07:40:07</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg157/onilobo/Marston_zps11eddc0b.png)</div><strong>Character Name (PC/NPC):</strong> Edgar Marston Harlaw Jr. <br><strong>Year/House:</strong> Unsorted First year <br><strong>Relationship Status:</strong> Sowing his wild oats <br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Red Plaid cowboy shirt, cowboy hat, faded, well worn wrangler jeans, cowboy boots, rattlesnake skin belt and buckle. (http://images.luvimages.com/luvphotos/j/jason_aldean_in_a_cowboy_hat_and_plaid_shirt-1276.jpg)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Bern Carriage <br><strong>Date:</strong> September 1<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; Afanassii, Emillie, Rei then follows after his hat/Virgie&nbsp; <hr><br>Marston perked an eyebrow up at the idea of the school not allowing him off campus. Was he going to some sort of military academy? That concern was not as important as the explanation of what a muggle was, as both Afanassii and Emillie explained their views on the word. The term seemed to shift, it meant something to one side of wizard society and something to another. Marston clicked his tongue, a sign of annoyance the Texan developed from his father. "I don't get it, people is people. At least that is how I was brought up. To answer your question, I didn't know my ma was a witch, hell didn't expect to end up in France but I'm a man of my word." He was joining the conversation, interrupted as a bird and its owner arrived. <br><br>In that moment, a pilgrim from a previous carriage swayed by and replaced his hat with hers, the nerve! Marston followed (with his eyes) the young woman with a stunned look. "Howdy..." &nbsp;He greeted the young woman before he switched back to French. "I mean, hello...here take my seat miss, I need to go wrange me a pilgrim and get my hat back." Marston offered as he stood up and gestured to his seat across from the other two he had joined a few moments earlier. "Now pardon me folks, I shall return as quick as possible!" He told the group and rushed off after the damn blonde who had taken his hat! <br><br><div align="center"><em>(Exclude me from the posting rotation, I will slide him back in IC when I think enough time has passed for him to come back. His guitar case was left in the seat so he will come back) </em></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beauxbatons Academy of Magic - Carriage </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ArtemisHighmore</strong> on <strong>10-02-2014, 07:46:35</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www4.images.coolspotters.com/photos/718362/kit-harington-profile.png)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong> Valter Endresen (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=193964.25) <br><strong>Year/House:</strong> First year<br><strong>Relationship Status:</strong> Single<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> This, minus the watch. (http://i.imgur.com/VYnlHlg.jpg)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Combined Carriage<br><strong>Date:</strong> September 1st<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Mayumi, Claudette (mentioned), Open<br><br>He had accepted the jostling as he was making his way to his seat, not really paying any of it much mind. Such things were to be expected within such tight confines. Finally making it back to his seat, he put his things away and returned his bag to the overhead rack. Dropping into his seat, he fidgeted with the collar of the dress shirt, not liking the way it hugged his neck. Just as he was reaching for his book, he heard a voice that seemed to be directed towards him. Glancing up, he noticed the woman across the way, wondering how he hadn’t noticed her there before. Perhaps she had snuck in while he had been reading earlier. Feeling a little bad at having not noticed her, he offers a kind smile ‘til she mentioned his hair. Instinctively his head reach for the wild curls, running his fingers through it for a moment. “I have always kept it like this. My mother loved it when I was younger…” <br><br>Noticing that she seemed to be quite nervous and he suspected that she might be about his age, he leaned forward, inadvertently putting himself into harms away it would seem. Just as he was about to speak and errant elbow smacking the top of his head. He ducked the rest of the knock, noticing a little shuffling before the person responsible started away. Glancing over, he noticed it was one of the girls from the front of the carriage, Claudette if his memory served correctly. Judging by her stride and previous experiences, he just shook his head, turning his attention back to Mayumi. “Mayumi you said? My name is Valter… kind of like Walter I guess if that makes it easier. It’s Norwegian.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beauxbatons Academy of Magic - Carriage </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SpiralSpider</strong> on <strong>10-02-2014, 23:25:57</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1226.photobucket.com/albums/ee406/Mostly_roleplay_pictures/People/Males/124_zps06b100c0.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name (PC):</strong> Luc-Ambroise de Sade (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=193964.msg9482367#msg9482367)<br><strong>Year/House:</strong> 4th Year; Ombrelune<br><strong>Relationship Status:</strong> unattached<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> a brown suit and shiny dress shoes<br><strong>Location:</strong> Carriage from Paris, Fance<br><strong>Date:</strong> September 1st<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Jean-Paul, Leonore, Gustav and Marcelline<br><br>"Jace!" Luc-Ambroise repeated enthusiastically, gladly bending down to reach out a hand to the Australian Shepherd. "What a delightful name." He was completely enamored with the frisky little pup, though Mercury continuously showed his own displeasure by making tiny chirps into his master's ear. "Not at all..." he responded on instinct, only marginally aware of Marcelline's request to join them in a seat. A moment later, he scolded himself and stood again, dusting off his pants. "I'm sorry. It seems your doggie here has enchanted me some. I am pleased to have you join us. It makes the journey so much more enjoyable when you have company." Luc looked around, inspecting the small group that was gathering - wizards, witches and their accompanying menagerie. "Our gathering must be the envy of all the students aboard, for sure."<br><br>He sat down again and crossed his legs, holding a hand down to pay Jace more attention if he came his way. "Now, all we need are some butterflies and we'd have a full-on council."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beauxbatons Academy of Magic - Carriage </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SpiralSpider</strong> on <strong>11-02-2014, 00:54:59</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1226.photobucket.com/albums/ee406/Mostly_roleplay_pictures/People/twins/Yuri%20and%20Eri%20Ebihara/eebihara_zps99cc80fa.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name (PC):</strong> Akiko Tengan (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=193964.msg9484200#msg9484200)<br><strong>Year/House:</strong> 2nd year / Papillionlisse<br><strong>Relationship Status:</strong> single<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> the Beauxbatons uniform<br><strong>Location:</strong> joined carriage<br><strong>Date:</strong> September 1st<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Tai, Minako<br><br>Akiko slowly turned the flower in her hand while she listened to her company and the sounds of the suddenly packed carriage. When Tai brushed her arm, she froze in place. It was a such a small thing, likely on accident, but it was enough to send a shiver up her spine. She couldn't keep eye contact with him.<br><br>"Bird's Eyes...?" Akiko mirrored the name quizzically, gratefully taking the opportunity to look back at the yellow flower in order to figure out how it could have gotten its name. When he went on, her eyebrows raised. Its use in a potion certainly made sense. In any case, the gift was Mina's and she gave a smile to her sister while she returned it.<br><br>He asked her favorite color and it would be polite to look his way again. She did so but blushed a little even though she hoped and prayed she wouldn't. For a moment she got lost in his eyes and could only ever imagine their color in all the world. "Um... brown." She looked away awkwardly and managed to chuckle at herself. "But that's not really a color for flowers. I like blue flowers. Pink and.. yellow, too." She motioned towards the "Birds Eye".<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beauxbatons Academy of Magic - Carriage </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wajin</strong> on <strong>11-02-2014, 02:08:27</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/Llp09JH.png)</div><strong>Character Name (PC):</strong> Olivier Ange<br><strong>Year/House:</strong> Potions Teacher<br><strong>Relationship Status:</strong> Single<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Same suit as the picture<br><strong>Location:</strong> Bern Carriage<br><strong>Date:</strong> September 1st <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Bianca Renard, Open<br><br>Olivier couldn't help but smile at the beautiful woman sitting opposite him as she spoke, he nodded now and again. Having grown up in a family with Half and Quarter Veela surrounding him, Olivier as not often faced with beauty that interested him, but this professor was different, something about the colour of her skin and the deep shade of her eye caught his fancy. He looked into her eyes and saw at one time great wisdom and great sorrow, he looked down and smiled yet again as she asked him whether he had ever taught before. "No, not professionally at least. And please, call me Olivier, we are colleagues after all" He looked back up to the single bag lying above where he had been seated before, he reached out for it and the bag opened and a small flask flew through the air and into his hand. He looked at her and grinned "Excuse me, just needed something to drink" He said awkwardly as he popped the top open before taking a sip from it. The flask was highly ornate with the figure of a snakes head for a top, the whole flask seemed to be made from one flower piece of silver that had been manipulated into the shape by magic. On the from an engraving of a highly detailed symbol sat in gold, and on the backside the image of an owl holding a gemstone.<br><br>He put the flask into the inner pocket of his suit from whence drew a pocket watch, he opened it to check the time and then closed it, looking back up at his new colleague. "As for whether the memory of whom you remind me of is a good one... Yes, yes it is" He said with a faint smile "A good, if somewhat, sad memory" He admitted, before running a hand through his hair "But alas, one cannot change the past, so dwelling on memories can be dangerous" He said and looked over at her "I sense you know this all too well yourself" <br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">engraving</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://fc07.deviantart.net/fs70/i/2010/178/f/5/Philosophers_Stone__Spiral_by_Notshurly.jpg)</div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beauxbatons Academy of Magic - Carriage </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>apygoos</strong> on <strong>11-02-2014, 03:01:36</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/e/e0/AlexAviBeaut.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name (PC/NPC):</strong> Alexandre Kalos<br><strong>Year/House:</strong> 5/ Bellefuille<br><strong>Relationship Status:</strong> single<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Beauxbatons uniform<br><strong>Location:</strong> Paris carriage changing area<br><strong>Date:</strong> September 1st<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>Colette, open<br><hr>A new year was before him. There was noting he loved more than going to Beauxbatons. All the people, all the talent. Magic was truly in the air. Six years ago he never thought his life would be this good. The loving adopted father he had in Mister LeBleu became his mentor of sorts outside the academy, the friends, the accomplishments, it was all overwhelming to think about at times. He was even the seeker for the Bellefuille Quidditch team. Only a few years ago he was a poor kid in an orphanage. It was about time to get the uniform on. some students didn't like them, but he would argue this was far better than rags He enjoyed his uniform, and he would wear it every day if he had the chance.<br><br>As he exited the changing room, he made sure&nbsp; he had everything, starting to move as he fixed his hat on his head before he abruptly bumped into someone! "Oh dear I'm terribly sorry.." He said before looking up to see who it was "Oh Colette! fancy seeing you here!" he said with a smile. She was one of the few underclassmen he actually found attractive. then again she was one of the few underclassmen he had an idea of by proxy of her brother in his same year. "You're looking as great as ever.."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beauxbatons Academy of Magic - Carriage </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Josietta</strong> on <strong>11-02-2014, 03:33:49</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/c2/Colette.png)</div><br><span style="font-family: candara;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 11pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Character Name (PC):</strong> Colette Rosier (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=193964.msg9515883#msg9515883)<br><strong>Year/House:</strong> 3rd year / Papillonlisse<br><strong>Relationship Status:</strong> Single<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Uniform<br><strong>Location:</strong> Paris Carriage Changing Area<br><strong>Date:</strong> September 1st<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Alexandre Kalos<br><br></span></span><hr><br><span style="font-family: candara;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size">Having glanced up to see who it was she blushed a little. Alexandre Kalos. It had to be a fifth year. She gave him a shy smile and reached up to fix his tie for him. It was one of those things she did for Kristoff and just naturally fell into. <strong>"Hello Alexandre. I trust your trip thus far has been satisfactory then? You look to be in a rush? Or was it I who was in a rush? I am terribly sorry for running into you like I did. It was very clumsy of me. Not at all like me, really. Its been an interesting trip thus far and there.. fixed it up. I'm sorry. I'm just going on and on."</strong><br><br>She had started to ramble now and it was apparent to her and anyone who knew her that she was nervous and completely unsure of how to react to the attractive man in front of her. She took an immediate sister role as a way of moving the attention away from herself and her blushing. She could not even look him in the eyes yet. Her blue ones locked on fixing his tie to perfection before finally she looked back up to him. At his compliment she blushed again just as it had started to dissipate. She put one palm to her cheek and she smiled like a goofy school girl. He was just like any other guy, or so she tried to convince herself. He was a half blood though. Half bloods were not supposed to be on the "attractive" radar or rather she wasn't supposed to be liking them in the way she looked at Alex. <br><br><strong>"Kristoff is down in another carriage somewhere.. but I am sitting with Virginie a few doors up in the Paris carriage. I mean, I'm sure you must be getting back to your own seat and carry on. But it was good to see you. Maybe we can have tea sometime. I should go.. and I'm sure you look.. err.. will be great on the pitch! I look forward to seeing you fly again. Umm.. Thanks for... umm.. yeah. I have to get back to my seat. It was great seeing you! Really.. Alexandre.. great! To see you, I mean."</strong><br><br>She blushed again and turned on her heel, totally embarrassed and completely unsure of what just happened or why she acted the way she did. It was one of those moments she could see her mother seething and feel the smack of her brother for even showing any modicum of attraction to the half blood. <br><em>"Colette.. those feelings are forbidden. Now get it out of your head. He is just a boy. A half blood boy. No a man! He's a man... a handsome attractive.. charming.. sweet.. oh god."</em> She turned to look at him once and nearly tripped over another student and then looked head again rushing into her carriage, where her seat was still empty and Virginie was gone as well. Hopefully her bestie was off changing. She stowed her bag and settled back into her window seat trying to calm her racing pulse. Now she felt bad for rushing off and completely lost her hat in the process. It was laying back on the ground next to Alex and the changing area. She bit her lip and wondered if she should go back for it or not. It did have her name embroidered on the inside though. So maybe it would make its way naturally to her. She hoped.<br></span></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beauxbatons Academy of Magic - Carriage </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Flower</strong> on <strong>11-02-2014, 04:27:29</strong>
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				<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/Date:</strong> In a Carriage, September 1<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Leonore, Jean-Paul Lesperance, Luc-Ambroise, and Marcelline<hr><br>An embarrassed expression crossed Gustav’s face, causing his face to turn beet red, when Jean-Paul pointed out a fact which be obvious to those who boarded this particular carriage. In an effort to shift attention away from his now burning face, he supplied information the Ombrelune probably did not care to possess considering his aloof demeanor. However, nervousness and anxiety often loosened the boy’s tongue. “I normally get on at Nantes since I’m from Pays de la Loire.” <br><br>If the interaction with Jean-Paul was not difficult then witnessing Ambroise’s flirtatious wink towards Leo made Gustav’s stomach churn and then knot painfully. He tried not to allow these emotions to display on his features because it was obvious Leonore felt comfortable with her house members. Gustav never wanted her to feel forced or pressured to choose between whose company suited her. “I would believe you if being a beater just involved lifting stuff.” The only reason why he managed not to sound snarky due to his own doubts about Quidditch. Despite his current state of mind, he succeeded, or at least he thought, in hiding his brewing discomfort. <br><br>Gustav did not bother to debate the issue of cleanliness with Zoe. Instead, he patiently waited for her wrath upon being called the dreaded nickname, Marcie. He nearly laughed at the annoyance which painted itself across her features almost instantly but knew better than to allow the sound to be heard. If so, Zoe probably would whoop his ass from now until they reached the castle. Perhaps he was a glutton for punishment seeing as his teasing actions accelerated to a more physical approach. He displayed an inkling of remorse when Leonore chided his behavior although he had no intention of ceasing his more creative displays of friendliness towards Zoe. “Ouch!” He exclaimed loudly at her swat despite the power behind it not being enough to injure a fly. Then he emitted a more genuine sound of pain when Zoe pushed him backwards. All he did was snicker at her following words because he knew them to be untrue. “Is this one of those moments when you want me to do the exact opposite? Because I will.” His tone remained lighthearted even though it was a genuine question to Leonore. Despite being in a relationship, he had absolutely no clue on how the female mind operated. Yet, experience permitted him to create a few hypotheses. It seemed whenever a woman said one thing it generally meant another. <em>I’m hungry</em> translated to <em>I’m hungry but don’t want to appear fat</em>. <em>I’m fine</em> meant <em>you’re in serious trouble.</em> <br><br>Gustav wisely took his seat across from Jean Paul and Ambroise, a second before the carriage did another one of its violent jerks, causing him to wonder if something outside had disturbed the horses. Silently he prayed Zoe would sit with them since it would make the ride across from Pain and Agony slightly better. It took a lot of restraint not to smile when she chose to seat rather than head off somewhere else. Jace, the little traitor, snuggled up to Pain. "I'm surprised no one brought something to pass the time with." The carriage jerked once more, causing his elbow to collide with Leo. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beauxbatons Academy of Magic - Carriage </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Loves</strong> on <strong>11-02-2014, 04:35:33</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i975.photobucket.com/albums/ae240/samanthamazur/ConnieAvie_zps1bd48eb5.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name PC:</strong> Constance Maree Jeannie Beauregard&nbsp; <br>(goes by Connie) (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=193964.msg9449326#msg9449326)<br><strong>Relationship Status:</strong> Dating &nbsp;Ettiene Bonhomme &nbsp;(http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=193964.msg9427792#msg9427792)<br><strong>House and Year</strong> Papillonlisse, second year student <br><strong>Location:</strong>Carriage from Marseilles<br><strong>Date:</strong> September 1st <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Adrian Beauchene and his fishy (Open)<br><br>*wearing (http://media-cache-ec0.pinimg.com/736x/a5/4e/85/a54e855a2c8caa9d55da19e04dccd585.jpg)<br>*note, she is not wearing the hat* <br><br><br><hr><br>When did things get so complicated? During the summer she and Ettiy had loved each other, they had indulged in each other’s fantasies. She had done things that she had not told Claudette about simply because she knew it would please him. There were days when they had barely gotten out of bed, it had been too painful to be away from his arms. How, thought Constance, could they go from that to arguing and going their separate ways? <br><br>Connie sniffled, wiping her eyes with a lace trimmed hankie. Life was supposed to be wonder, like the summer! There was no other answer but the one that was breaking her heart. Constance bored Ettiene! When he was here among his friends and other gorgeous girls she was simply not good enough! It was moments like this that she wished she had a higher count of Veela influence in her. If she was even half veela she could place him under her spell and keep him close forever! <br><br>Pathetic. Unattractive and… looking down at her small breasts she sighed. Perhaps she wasn’t enough woman for him. Claudette had a figure that was hard to ignore. She knew this about her friend but had always assumed that Ettiene simply didn’t mind the size of Connie’s breasts. It seemed perhaps that was not the case. More and more negative thoughts filled her mind, and tortured her soul and soon she was crying all over again. <br><br>It wasn’t until a bowl with a tiny fish swimming happily within it floated before her face that Constance realized she had invaded another’s solitary. <strong>”Pardon?”</strong> remarked Connie before she looked to the fish and then back to the handsome older student sitting across from her. Placing the hankie on her lap, Connie reached out to allow the bowl to settle softly in her hands. <strong>”Can you change it to any colour?”</strong> she asked in an attempt to keep her mind from her troubles. If it hadn’t been obvious from the red puffy eyes, and the tear stains on her cheek that she had been crying, the soft sound of her voice would have directed him to that conclusion. <strong>”Does he have a name?”</strong><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beauxbatons Academy of Magic - Carriage </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>persephone325</strong> on <strong>11-02-2014, 04:46:53</strong>
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				<div align="center">The same feminine voice echoed throughout the carriages.<br><br>"Attention all students and teachers. We are nearing the school and should be arriving within twenty minutes. Students not already changed into their uniforms should do so now. Changing rooms are located in the back of each carriage, with individual booths for students to use. Thank you."<br><br>As quickly as the announcement had started, it was over.</div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beauxbatons Academy of Magic - Carriage </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SpiralSpider</strong> on <strong>11-02-2014, 05:47:37</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1226.photobucket.com/albums/ee406/Mostly_roleplay_pictures/People/Males/Andrej/7968e38f-8592-4d0a-8600-c85f60b33941_zpsac091115.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> joined carriage<br><strong>Date:</strong> September 1st<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Emilie, Marston, Rei<br><br>Emilie's smile was a good enough response for Afanassii; he didn't need the bells and whistles involved in polite banter all the time. Besides, it was a genuine compliment he had payed her, so he wasn't fishing for attention himself. He clicked his tongue playfully at Poe's seeming distaste of her uniform. "I'm certain it will have to come to pass. The color will become so commonplace he will either have to get used to it ... or go insane." He laughed a bit and shook his head. <br><br>The red-haired gentleman was about to respond about how Em had an interesting philosophical take on equating blood with money in the wizarding community when a flash of color came flying into view. He looked down at the new arrival - the girl stood nearly a foot shorter than him - and gave her a bit of an awkward smile. "For such a bright little rainbow, your bird certainly can surprise someone..." He offered with a chuckle, his Russian accent now taking over French again for this other student. He looked to Marston and Emilie to see their response to her request. "I do not mind. Also, Marston, you are right. I have always seen us all as one and the same, regardless of talents one may or may not possess." He watched the cowboy slink off to chase down the hat thief and smiled at the mischievous scene. Then, that disembodied voice came across the magical loudspeakers that the carriage must have. Afanassii sighed and rolled his eyes. "And <em>just </em>when little Poe was finally getting some time out of his cage..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beauxbatons Academy of Magic - Carriage </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DarkAngel111</strong> on <strong>11-02-2014, 08:08:10</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://mockingjay.net/wp-content/uploads/2012/02/Alex-Pettyfer.jpg)</div><strong> Character Name (PC):</strong> Adrian Beauchene (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=193964.msg9571314#msg9571314)<br><strong>Year/House:</strong> 6th year/Ombrelune<br><strong>Relationship Status:</strong>Single<br><strong>Wearing:</strong>Uniform<br><strong>Location:</strong> Beauxbatons Carriage.<br><strong>Date:</strong> 1st September.<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>Open, Constance.<br><br><br><hr><br>Adrian could not really see what was bothering the girl sitting in front of him but she looked like a Papillonlisse, they had a reputation of being over dramatic, at least in Adrian’s opinion they were a little too sensitive. In his 5 years he had found Papillonlisse girls to be the hardest to bare, having dated a few and This girl looked like she had an issue as well but he had no interest in exploring it. As soon as the bowl had her attention Adrian smiled lightly at her and said <strong>“there is a simple spell to do it, I can teach it to you if you like?”</strong> He looked at the girl as she watched the small fish swimming around the bowl. The fish was quite small as it had been just an experimental thing he flicked his wand and made the fish twice its size. <br><br>“Does he have a name?” <strong><br><br>“To be honest, it’s only a few minutes old, so I haven’t really named him, but then again I am not a fish person so I have no idea what to name him” </strong>Adrian flicked his wand once more and turned the gold and red fish to a yellow and red color. <strong>“But if you like him, feel free to take him I was just practicing for my classes this year”</strong> He said with a faint smile. The Announcement that they were about to arrive at the school was heard clearly in the carriage they were sitting in and apparently Blasé knew that too Adrian heard his cry and popped the window open, within seconds he was inside the carriage on the seat beside him <strong>“Good Boy”</strong> Adrian said scratching the head lightly the bird seemed to relax as Adrian touched it. <strong>“This is Blasé”</strong> Adrian said introducing the phoenix to the stranger, having no idea what her name was but she seemed to be distracted by the fish he had given her, which was a good thing, he could never really handle a sobbing girl it got to his nerves. <strong>“He is friendlier than he looks”</strong> Adrian said with a light grin. <br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beauxbatons Academy of Magic - Carriage </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Timeless</strong> on <strong>11-02-2014, 19:49:35</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://media.meltyfashion.fr/article-1259538-ajust_930/l-actrice-scarlett-johansson.jpg)</div><br><strong>Character Name (PC):</strong> Leonore Braun (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=193964.msg9474781#msg9474781)<br><strong>Year/House:</strong> Second Year, Ombrelune<br><strong>Relationship Status:</strong> Single<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> This (http://www.dicandiafashion.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/02/Casual-wear-for-women-over-50-434x1024.jpg)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Carriage from Paris, France<br><strong>Date:</strong> September 1st<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Jean-Paul, Luc-Ambroise, Gustav, Marcelline<br><br><hr><br>Seemed like the addition into the forming group they were having was accepted, just as Marcelline went to take a seat near them. For Leonore, she was about to take her own seat though listening to what Luc-Ambroise mentioned to her then. "Admirers?" She sounded confused at first, blinking her grayish-blue eyes for a moment. It only took a few moments to let it dawn upon her, as a flush overtook her cheeks and she quickly shook her head in response.<br><br>"Oh, no, no, we are not like that.. At all.. Gustav is just a good and close friend, you see.." She tried to explain, though uncertain on why she need to explain herself on that. She moved to take her seat once again, though scooting to give Gustav enough space for him to settle into the seat beside her. The smile on her lips only widened, seeing herself be surrounded by people she knew and even more, having her close friend of Gustav around had only brightened her mood. She was surrounded by people she find herself getting along with, though she was a bit uncertain about Luc-Ambroise. He's a mystery, even for the blonde girl but he had treated her so nicely ever since they got to know each other. So she had no complaints about him whatsoever.<br><br>When the very adorable puppy came to her and Gustav for attention, she couldn't resist to pick Jace up and give the cute pup some affection; consisting of hugs, and then affectionate pats upon the top of his head, and even adding some scratches behind his ear. She did released Jace though, watching as the puppy moved around the small group to gain more attention and then find his way back to Marcelline. "Oh, Zoe! You know you are always welcomed.." Leonore mentioned, though speaking only for herself. But she had a feeling Luc-Ambroise wouldn't had any problem with Marcelline, and the same could go with Jean-Paul. "I-I'm sure Jean-Paul and Ambroise agree. I don't think they would find any reason to say 'No', especially when you brought Jace with you." Well, that was what she had hoped anyways.<br><br>Nevertheless, Marcelline had taken her seat and she allowed herself to relax as she sat, though turning her attention to Gustav. "Oh.. But well, before you and Zoe came, we were mostly conversing about our vacation and also on the upcoming year, you see," Leonore explained to him, and Marcelline as well. The bump of his elbow against her side was felt, but Leonore didn't mind whatsoever as she was aware that it was caused by the carriage's jerking movement.<br><br>"Oh, and I know you asked, Gustav. I have so much to tell you. So much to show.. Oh, oh. I also have some souvenirs for you too," she mentioned then, knowing she had told Gustav about her vacation in Paris. Indeed, when they both had the chance to be alone, Leonore would tell him all about it and what she had seen. For now, she was satisfied to just pull out an item from her pocket then and handed it to the male blonde beside her. ".. This is not one of it. Actually, Jean-Paul gave it to me," she gestured with her head turning to give a smile to her senior and then returned her focus back to Gustav. "The souvenirs are in my luggage, so I'll hand them over to you once we settle back in the academy," she explained to him but nevertheless, handed him the wrapped packet of the Chocolate Frog in its pretty box.<br><br>Then came the announcement, by the familiar voice of their head principal and she blinked her eyes slightly, before lowering her gaze down to her clothes. Right, uniform! Her uniform.. Was it in her handbag? She searched through her handbag then, relieved when she spotted the familiar blue uniform of hers. "We should go and change into our uniforms.. I'll go ahead first," Leonore mentioned then, and begin to stand up from the seat. Another jerking movement of the carriage had almost made her stumbled, and it did not help that she almost leaned against Gustav for a moment as the carriage slightly slanted. Once the vehicle stabilized, the blonde stood back up and shared a chuckle with them all.<br><br>"Any of you are going to change to your uniforms too?" Leonore questioned, as she stepped away from the seats and waited to see if anybody wanted to tag along to the changing rooms.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beauxbatons Academy of Magic - Carriage </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MabFaerie</strong> on <strong>11-02-2014, 21:03:41</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i127.photobucket.com/albums/p121/Mab_faerie/Elliquiy/Beauxbatons%20Academy/EmilieEve_zps84bc92d6.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name (PC/NPC):</strong> Emilie Callahan (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=193964.msg9475925#msg9475925)<br><strong>Year/House:</strong> 1st Year<br><strong>Relationship Status:</strong> Single<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Beauxbaton School Uniform, Fall/Winter Version (http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=112894508)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Bern Carriage<br><strong>Date:</strong> September 1st<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Afanassii, Marston, Rei OPEN<br><br><hr><br>As if Emilie wasn't feeling overly-crowded to begin with, a colourful looking bird fluttered into view and a slight looking asian girl appeared along with it. One person had been a difficult to talk to without delving into sensory overload, three would be impossible.<br>Thankfully Marston excused himself to chase after the pretty chestnut haired girl who had slipped in, swapped out his hat for her own and immediately fled. <br>Marstons absence lowered Emilie's anxiety by some amount though at the rate students seemed to be coming and going, she didn't think her repose would last very long. At the very least with one man out, it meant there would be less witnesses to her awkward bumbling attempts at socialization... for the time being anyway.<br>Still, a promise was a promise, right? She reminded herself yet again that she'd swore to her uncle she would try her best to make friends. If that meant stumbling through a few crowds until she found the right niche, so be it.<br><br>"Hi, Rei. I'm Emilie. It's nice to meet you." Emilie made sure to swap back to french before addressing Rei, so as not to be rude and assume she spoke English. "Please, take a seat wherever you like." Gesturing to the available seating closest to their location, Emilie took care to exclude the spot where Marston had left his guitar case, as he no doubt would be returning soon.<br>&nbsp;<br>"Oh, and this little fellow here is Poe." She added, grinning at the tiny raven that seemed all too thrilled to have another bird to play with and would probably make quite a fuss once they needed to part. <br>"He seems to be quite pleased with himself, having made a new friend. Yeah, <em>sure</em>, take all the credit. Lookit you, acting like you practically invited the bird in, unbelievable."<br>&nbsp;<br>The melodic yet indifferent voice that rang over the intercom halted any subject Emilie might have wanted to discuss next.<br>"Oh, are either of you leaving to get changed? With the announcement, it's bound to be a bit crowded at the moment. Are you planning to wait until the rush dies out?" She hoped her question sounded casual and offhand but couldn't seem to ignore the slight feeling that she might actually be the tiniest bit lonely if they both left at once. Was this was friendship was supposed to be like? Because it mostly felt like whiplash. <br>"I could watch your belongings, if you'd like." Emilie offered before tacking on, "Oh, and your bird, Rei. I'm sure Poe won't mind the company."&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beauxbatons Academy of Magic - Carriage </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>persephone325</strong> on <strong>12-02-2014, 06:46:28</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://31.media.tumblr.com/9dd5413642406343087ac66dc2489f00/tumblr_mqi0x0RXzP1rmzzyeo1_1280.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name (PC):</strong> Rei Taniguchi (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=193964.msg9470399#msg9470399)<br><strong>Year/House:</strong> Bellefeuille - 3rd year<br><strong>Relationship Status:</strong> Single<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> This (http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=111851672)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Lyon Carriage/Joined Carriages<br><strong>Date:</strong> September 1st, 2014<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Afanassii, Emilie, Marston, OPEN<br><strong>Lyla (http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/c/c2/Rainbow_lorikeet.jpg):</strong> Present<br><hr>Rei was thankful that the three younger students were so accommodating. However, the young man with the short hair excused himself before he said his name. Rei stepped out of the way so he could leave to retrieve his hat, and giggled softly.<br><br>"I'm sorry to intrude. I also apologize for Lyla barging in so rudely." Rei pursed her lips at Lyla as she sat down and crossed her legs. However, she couldn't stay mad at her little feathered friend for long. She smiled as she watched Lyla and the little black bird interacted like they had known each other forever.<br><br>"I can tell you're nervous, Emilie. I was nervous my first year, too." She nodded, recalling the first day she boarded the train. She sat by herself for a while, before a few other first years came to join her. "That didn't last long, though. I was grateful people came to join me. Otherwise I would have never come back to school." She laughed.<br><br>"Apparently, Lyla wanted me to become acquainted with you all. Either that, or she just wanted a friend." Rei chuckled, shrugging but still smiling. "I shut my eyes for a bit after doing my tarot reading. I don't know how long I was resting for, but she woke me up. Chirping in my ear, the little vixen." She pushed some of her hair back behind her ears.<br><br>"She certainly knows what she wants, that's for sure." Rei replied in response to Afanassii. He had an interesting name, and Rei was curious as to how his parents had decided upon it for him. However, she was cut off by the announcement that the carriages were getting close to the school.<br><br>"Well, I'm certainly not going to go right now. Too many people, and I don't feel like standing in a line." She replied to Emilie. "I'll wait for a bit. Not to say I don't trust you to watch Lyla. I would just feel bad if she behaved badly in my absence." Rei added.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beauxbatons Academy of Magic - Carriage </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AdrianZef</strong> on <strong>12-02-2014, 07:22:40</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/8/86/Frchar.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name (PC):</strong> Jean-Paul Lesperance (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=193964.msg9473789#msg9473789)<br><strong>Year/House:</strong> 3rd year / Ombrelune<br><strong>Relationship Status:</strong> Single<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Grey wizard robes, with a black bowtie.<br><strong>Location:</strong> Carriage, Paris, France<br><strong>Date:</strong> Sept. 1st<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Leonore, Luc-Ambroise, Gustav, Marcelline -&gt; Open<br><br><hr><br>Jean-Paul simply nodded, not really talking back to the newcomers, sensing that somehow their conversation was over before it ever began. In any case, it was getting rather crowded in their section of the train for his taste, and he had been sitting in the same spot for a while, he needed to walk around or something for a bit. He did give Jace a pet whenever the friendly dog came by, though, knowing that Athena would be jealous if she was awake at the moment. She didn't come down in an angry flurry of feathers, though, so he assumed she was fast asleep.<br><br>Jean-Paul heard the voice echo through the carriages, and groaned slightly, "Every year I say that I'll remember to change before it gets crowded. And now I've missed it again." he said, as if he had been forgetting for years and years, even though this was only the second year. He did like perfection. "I'll go with you, I do need to change." he said, grabbing the clothes out of a pocket from his robe as he headed towards the changing rooms. He stopped for a second to see if anyone else was joining, then led the way to the changing rooms, slipping into the line which thankfully hadn't gotten too large yet, at that point.<br><br>Within a few minutes, he managed to slip his way into a changing room. He took off his robes, letting them slide off, as he carefully put on his uniform one piece at a time, making sure each neatly pressed piece of clothing was on him properly before moving on to the next, moving efficiently and quickly. After he was done, he looked at his reflection, taking a second to smooth his tie down before nodding to himself that he was acceptable. With a whip of his wand he folded his robe up, and left the changing room, satisfied with the look of surprise from the next student in line at how quickly and properly he had managed to change.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beauxbatons Academy of Magic - Carriage </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>apygoos</strong> on <strong>12-02-2014, 21:32:28</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/e/e0/AlexAviBeaut.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name (PC/NPC):</strong> Alexandre Kalos<br><strong>Year/House:</strong> 5/ Bellefuille<br><strong>Relationship Status:</strong> single<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Beauxbatons uniform<br><strong>Location:</strong> Paris carriage changing area<br><strong>Date:</strong> September 1st<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>Colette, open<br><hr>Alex found it rather cute how she seemed befuddled by herself. Did she have a&nbsp; crush? she was in a completely different house, how the devil would she be watching him? Either way, it was really cute. She even seemed so distracted by him that she even almost ran over another student! He noted her hat falling off He tried to call after her but she seemed no not hear him in her rush. He collected her cap and followed after her, into her carriage. He satnext to her and gave her a playful tap of his foot while offering her hat back, with a wide smile, not wanting to say anything just yet, simply looking to her reaction, and likely confirm his theory
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beauxbatons Academy of Magic - Carriage </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SpiralSpider</strong> on <strong>12-02-2014, 22:57:29</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1226.photobucket.com/albums/ee406/Mostly_roleplay_pictures/People/Males/Andrej/7968e38f-8592-4d0a-8600-c85f60b33941_zpsac091115.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> joined carriage<br><strong>Date:</strong> September 1st<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Emilie, Marston, Rei<br><br>Afanassii laughed quietly at Emilie's playful manner of chiding her pet. He loved everything about her down to earth, sardonic nature that he had experienced so far. The other redhead's reminder made him sigh. Of course the proximity warning would come and ruin their fun. He was enjoying the company so much that the thought of arriving and settling into the rigidly structured life at the school made him wrinkle his nose in displeasure. "You're right, of course..." he began, giving a defeated gesture towards her. <br><br>"Oh, your bird isn't rude at all." Nassii responded to Rei with a rakish smile. "He is merely friendly. It's a pleasure to see you again." This older girl seemed quite perceptive, judging by the way that she picked up on Emilie's anxiety. "Ah, Tarot! So you enjoy divination?" Things seemed to make a lot more sense after that. "I enjoy that subject but don't seem to have much of a talent for it yet." He nodded in agreement to her take on changing. "I think I might wait a bit as well. Tell me, Rei, is Lyla often a naughty thing?"<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beauxbatons Academy of Magic - Carriage </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PhantomPistoleer</strong> on <strong>13-02-2014, 00:19:04</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://media-cache-ec0.pinimg.com/236x/f8/69/4d/f8694d3a2bd7f1ca1e1f3e052c5c30df.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong>&nbsp; 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 Paris/Conjoined Carriages<br><strong>House and Year:</strong>&nbsp; Bellefeulles 3rd Year<br><strong>Date:</strong> September 1st <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Claudette, 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>Ettiene Bonhomme entered the Paris carriage.&nbsp; He did not do it intentionally.&nbsp; Any carriage was better than the Marseilles carriage.&nbsp; He hadn't looked around the Paris carriage to assure himself that it was indeed a better fit, but he <em>felt the mood.</em>&nbsp; It wasn't oppressive.&nbsp; It wasn't exasperating.&nbsp; The young man felt as if he could sit down and relax.&nbsp; And so he did.<br><br>But one can't simply go through this emotional turbulence with the person one loves one instant, and forget about it the next.&nbsp; So, despite trying not to think about Constance, he found himself wondering about her.&nbsp; Where was she?&nbsp; Who was she talking to?&nbsp; What was she doing?&nbsp; Was she still crying?&nbsp; Would she forgive him?&nbsp; What had they even argued about?&nbsp; Though it had happened mere moments ago, Ettiene couldn't really remember exactly what the two had been arguing about.&nbsp; This happened often.&nbsp; He sort of wished that Abel and Kenneth had come with him, because they were very good minute keepers when it came to recalling these incidents.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;"Oh yeah, that's when you said that you liked mayonnaise," Abel would say.<br><br>&nbsp;"And, in that moment, from Constance's perspective, it felt like you were saying that Constance was too skinny," Kenneth would add.<br><br>&nbsp;"And when Connie was like, 'I eat enough.'&nbsp; And you were like, cold as ice, 'do you?'"<br><br>&nbsp;"Abel and I have been chatting about this.&nbsp; We feel that you don't really understand the words that are coming out of your mouth."<br><br>It had to do something with Claudette, that was for sure.&nbsp; <em>Claudette!</em>&nbsp; The bane of his existence at Beauxbatons.&nbsp; Life was hard enough, you know?&nbsp; Here he was, a handsome, rich, noble wizard.&nbsp; And the classes were hard.&nbsp; Quidditch was rough.&nbsp; It seemed that he was nearly getting expelled for one reason or another every other week.&nbsp; He was nursing injuries every day.&nbsp; And the women!&nbsp; The women at the school were driving him nuts!&nbsp; But Claudette was the worst one of the pack.<br><br>He suddenly got up to walk back to Constance and apologize, but who was there just then?&nbsp; It was Claudette!<br><br>&nbsp;"Damn it, Claudette!" he cried.&nbsp; &nbsp;"Why are you following me?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beauxbatons Academy of Magic - Carriage </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Niferbelle</strong> on <strong>13-02-2014, 20:30:17</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/8/88/NifBianca1.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name (PC):</strong> Bianca Renard <br><strong>Year/House:</strong> Astronomy Professor<br><strong>Relationship Status:</strong> Single (widowed)<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> gray pencil skirt, black turtleneck, modest pumps<br><strong>Location:</strong> Bern carriage/post joined carriages<br><strong>Date:</strong> September 1<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Olivier, open<br><hr>"Well I hope you find teaching as rewarding as I do, Olivier," she said. It would be interesting to see how the year went for him. Not everyone had the patience and temperament for teaching and sometimes it was only by doing it you could discover if you did. But he seemed articulate and if he didn't rattle easy he should have little difficulty and would certainly be popular with the girls. It wasn't like her to be overly interested in other people's things but she found herself curious about the flask he summoned as she tried to decipher the strange engraving but she wasn't able to make sense of it before he was tucking it away again. She was still pondering some of the symbols when his comment took her by surprise.<br><br><em>" But alas, one cannot change the past, so dwelling on memories can be dangerous...I sense you know this all too well yourself"</em><br><br>"I suppose I do," she said quickly, feeling herself draw back a bit. Had he heard some of the other teachers talking about her or was her melancholy so plain a stranger could read it? Alex was like that, not a man of subtlety and yet prone to the occasional observation that illuminated just how perceptive he was. She felt a pang as she thought about her late husband and without realizing it, reached over to twist the golden band she wore on her right hand now. She could not do this today, lose herself in nostalgia, when it was the start of a new school year and she should be looking forward. She brought the conversation around to a different subject in hopes of a distraction. "That flask of yours is a curious piece. May I ask about the engraving? What is it its origin?"<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beauxbatons Academy of Magic - Carriage </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Josietta</strong> on <strong>14-02-2014, 23:29:16</strong>
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				<div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Alex finds Colette</div><div class="spoiler_body"><br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=194356.msg9589918#msg9589918">Quote from: apygoos on 12-02-2014, 21:32:28</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/e/e0/AlexAviBeaut.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name (PC/NPC):</strong> Alexandre Kalos<br><strong>Year/House:</strong> 5/ Bellefuille<br><strong>Relationship Status:</strong> single<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Beauxbatons uniform<br><strong>Location:</strong> Paris carriage changing area<br><strong>Date:</strong> September 1st<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>Colette, open<br><hr>Alex found it rather cute how she seemed befuddled by herself. Did she have a&nbsp; crush? she was in a completely different house, how the devil would she be watching him? Either way, it was really cute. She even seemed so distracted by him that she even almost ran over another student! He noted her hat falling off He tried to call after her but she seemed no not hear him in her rush. He collected her cap and followed after her, into her carriage. He satnext to her and gave her a playful tap of his foot while offering her hat back, with a wide smile, not wanting to say anything just yet, simply looking to her reaction, and likely confirm his theory<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br></div></div><br><div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/c2/Colette.png)</div><br><span style="font-family: candara;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 11pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Character Name (PC):</strong> Colette Rosier (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=193964.msg9515883#msg9515883)<br><strong>Year/House:</strong> 3rd year / Papillonlisse<br><strong>Relationship Status:</strong> Single<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Uniform<br><strong>Location:</strong> Paris Carriage Changing Area<br><strong>Date:</strong> September 1st<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Alexandre Kalos<br><br></span></span><hr><br><span style="font-family: candara;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size">Colette sat there trying to contain her thoughts from going places she didn't want. She looked out the window as the school was in the distance. They'd be arriving soon and she couldn't wait to get back on land. She glanced around her area to see just who was still there as she smoothed her skirt again. With her hat back with Alexandre she just knew that wouldn't do. She'd have to get it back from him before the sorting ceremony. Just as she started to get her book down to distract herself she turned to see him sitting down next to her. Her blue eyes widened and then she saw in his hands was her white hat. Well it was supposed to be white but now had a bit of dirt. She furrowed her brow at that and knew a cleaning spell would be in order as soon as they landed. <br><br>The blonde witch smiled a bit as her cheeks were flushed with embarrassment over what had just occurred in the corridors between her seat and the changing area. <strong>"Thank you very much. I had wondered where it had gone to. You are sweet for finding me to return it."</strong><br><br>She looked down at the hat now in her hands and wiped at the bit of dirt with her fingertips and then looked back at him with a slight smile. Internally she kept telling herself not to say anything else. Not to encourage him but part of her wanted him there and wanted to get to know more while most of her was too nervous or scared to try. Looking back to him again she took in a slow deep breath. <strong>"We'll be landing soon I suppose."</strong><br><br><em>Way to be super obvious there Colette,</em> she chastised herself internally. The pink tint to her cheeks started to subside as she relaxed more. Boys seemed to be more trouble than she realized. She couldn't help but think that this was nothing like the books she had read so far.</span></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beauxbatons Academy of Magic - Carriage </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SpiralSpider</strong> on <strong>15-02-2014, 01:53:36</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1226.photobucket.com/albums/ee406/Mostly_roleplay_pictures/People/Males/124_zps06b100c0.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name (PC):</strong> Luc-Ambroise de Sade (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=193964.msg9482367#msg9482367)<br><strong>Year/House:</strong> 4th Year; Ombrelune<br><strong>Relationship Status:</strong> unattached<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> a brown suit and shiny dress shoes<br><strong>Location:</strong> Carriage from Paris, Fance<br><strong>Date:</strong> September 1st<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Jean-Paul, Leonore, Gustav and Marcelline<br><br>"Perhaps the Lady doth protest too much?" Luc responded teasingly to Leonore's denial of being admired. Little did Gustav know, but he had nothing to fear from Luc-Ambroise's playful flirtations. In all his time at the school, he'd yet to have a serious romantic encounter with anyone and could count the less serious ones on his hands. In any case, he had no intentions toward Leonore other than what he'd already shown. He shrugged at the blonde boy's take on being a beater and conceded, "If you say so. You would know your own strengths and weaknesses best, after all...." He turned away and reached the hand that had been petting the puppy up to scratch Mercury under his beak.<br><br>The announcement came over and Ambroise looked skyward as if at the source of the disembodied voice. He sighed, "Well, I suppose I should head back to change as well." The Sade looked downward and tugged at the hem of his suit coat. "Still, it's such a shame to have to pack away such a smart suit. Oh, well! I'll have to dig out my father's gift again when I visit the village this year!" He grinned and looked all the company in turn. "Looks like we'll be going together." He followed behind Jean-Paul's lead, secretly happy for a break in the social situation and a chance to regroup. Jean-Paul finished changing before Luc even had a chance to enter the changing room. He gave the boy a wicked smile, refusing to let his confidence that he had shown in him earlier go now. "See? Quick of foot and of mind... With you as our Seeker, Ombrelune will take the Cup for certain." He chuckled and ducked inside the small room, making somewhat quick work at changing as well.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beauxbatons Academy of Magic - Carriage </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Loves</strong> on <strong>15-02-2014, 03:44:30</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i975.photobucket.com/albums/ae240/samanthamazur/ConnieAvie_zps1bd48eb5.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name PC:</strong> Constance Maree Jeannie Beauregard&nbsp; <br>(goes by Connie) (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=193964.msg9449326#msg9449326)<br><strong>Relationship Status:</strong> Dating &nbsp;Ettiene Bonhomme &nbsp;(http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=193964.msg9427792#msg9427792)<br><strong>House and Year</strong> Papillonlisse, second year student <br><strong>Location:</strong>Carriage from Marseilles<br><strong>Date:</strong> September 1st <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Adrian Beauchene and his fishy (Open)<br><br>*wearing (http://media-cache-ec0.pinimg.com/736x/a5/4e/85/a54e855a2c8caa9d55da19e04dccd585.jpg)<br>*note, she is not wearing the hat* <br><br><br><hr><br>Constance knew she ought to be changing into her uniform, but she was far too distracted by the magical fish and the young man, Adrian who had offered it to her. Connie was a sensual young woman, her actions could often be mistaken for flirting, it was simply part of her Veela heritage. And so when she moved seats, taking one directly beside him, Connie didn’t even consider what it might have looked like to others that might be watching. <br><br><strong>”I love him dressed in red, he looks lovely, does he not? He needs a name though”</strong> commented Connie as she looked up into Adrian’s handsome face and beamed a happy smile. The pain she had from the hurt in her heart was still there, but it would be rude to whimper and moan with a stranger when it was obvious he was trying to cheer her up. Constance was a people pleaser by nature, and so she obliged him. <br><br><strong>”Let us call him Herbert...oui? I think he looks dignified, but funny...Herbert is such a name that could fit both sides of his fishy personality.”</strong> Dangling the tip of her finger in the water she wiggled it in hope that the fish would come and investigate. <strong>’He will need food. Do you think Herbert might like a piece of bread?”</strong> She looked towards Abel and Kenneth and waved to them, hoping to gain their attention. She was sure there was still some bread from the packed lunch. <strong>”Please, I would like to learn the colour changing spell, if you don’t mind.”</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beauxbatons Academy of Magic - Carriage </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Loves</strong> on <strong>15-02-2014, 04:04:20</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i975.photobucket.com/albums/ae240/samanthamazur/dFNG5BTi033S_zpsa5e722e0.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name PC:</strong> Claudette Nadeen Touchet&nbsp; <br>(goes by Claud) (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=193964.msg9460236#msg9460236)<br><strong>Relationship Status:</strong> Single<br><strong>House and Year</strong> Ombrelune, second year student <br><strong>Location:</strong>Carriage from Paris<br><strong>Date:</strong> September 1st <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Ettiene - Open <br><br>*wearing (http://fashionistatrends.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/10/classy-outfits-44.jpg)<br><br><hr><br>Claudette was more than pleased to see the two love birds go their separate ways. She had turned to see Constance chatting with a handsome older student, information she planned on using for her continued campaign to keep them apart for good! She moved into the Paris carriage and continued her slow walk towards the only Frenchman she had her sights set upon. A slow, devious grin formed on her lips as she watched him from a distance. No doubt he was stewing and probably thinking about Constance. She had to fight the scowl from forming upon her face at the very thought of Ettiy wasting his time with the part Veela when he could be enjoying some time with a real woman!<br><br>Coming to stand behind him, Claudette laughed as he turned and practically snapped her head off once he realized she had followed him <strong>”Just because I walked forward Ettiene does not mean I was following you. What a big ego you have.”</strong> Leaning forward she whispered in his against his ear, relaying a message that spoke of a secret they shared. <strong>” It matches another part of you doesn’t it Ettiene”</strong> her finger trailed over his chest, tapping each button as she lowered her hand. <strong>”You need to change, I need to change. We could change….together.”</strong><br><br>Allowing her suggestion to settle for just a minute Claudette waited to drop her bomb at the most perfect moment. <strong>”Don’t worry about Constance. She’s happy enough flirting with a handsome older student. Blonde, pretty face. He made her a fishy...isn’t that cute Ettiene? It must feel horrible to be replaced so fast, with such ease.”</strong> She knew that Connie was most likely only being polite. She probably found the fish charming. But her actions were too good to not use in Claudette’s continued mind games. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beauxbatons Academy of Magic - Carriage </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>persephone325</strong> on <strong>15-02-2014, 05:59:34</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://31.media.tumblr.com/9dd5413642406343087ac66dc2489f00/tumblr_mqi0x0RXzP1rmzzyeo1_1280.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name (PC):</strong> Rei Taniguchi (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=193964.msg9470399#msg9470399)<br><strong>Year/House:</strong> Bellefeuille - 3rd year<br><strong>Relationship Status:</strong> Single<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> This (http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=111851672)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Lyon Carriage/Joined Carriages<br><strong>Date:</strong> September 1st, 2014<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Afanassii, Emilie, OPEN<br><strong>Lyla (http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/c/c2/Rainbow_lorikeet.jpg):</strong> Present<br><hr>Rei nodded. "I do have a certain talent for Divination. I adore the subject." The smile on her face was broader than before. Clearly, she knew more about why she did like the subject than she was letting on. But only someone truly perceptive would catch on. To emphasize, she pulled out her wand.<br><br>"This is my wand. Silver lime (http://i197.photobucket.com/albums/aa266/afi_hottie/handmade_wands_no__11_20_by_dark__typhoon-d4lsf26_zps50b2f4e9.jpg) with unicorn hair." She held it out for Afanassii and Emilie to see. It was clearly a wand that looked quite different from the usual ones. The wood was lighter, both in color and weight. "They say the wood works best for Divination and Legilimency. Though I'm more interested in the Divinations aspect." She smiled and tucked her wand away.<br><br>"Lyla has her quirks, that's for sure." Rei laughed softly. "Though she hardly ever misbehaves when I'm around. She can get a bit riled up around new people," she paused for a moment to glance at Lyla and the little bird called Poe. "But she seems right at home now." She finished, before turning her attention back to Emilie and Afanassii.<br><br>"So you're in Papillonlisse, Afanassii? That's not surprising, given how sociable you seem." Rei struck up a conversation. "I'm a Belle girl, myself. Third year. I heard we're getting a few new teachers this year."<br><br>"Oh. Don't worry, Emilie. The teachers are nice. Even the Headmistress is pretty friendly." She turned towards Emilie, not wanting her to feel left out. A warm smile graced her lips.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beauxbatons Academy of Magic - Carriage </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>persephone325</strong> on <strong>15-02-2014, 06:23:31</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://files.myopera.com/kan838/albums/908326/yuri-ebihara-wallpapers-hotgirlsindexcom-29.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name (PC):</strong> Minako "Mina" Tengan (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=193964.msg9484273#msg9484273)<br><strong>Year/House:</strong> Papillonlisse - 2nd year<br><strong>Relationship Status:</strong> Single (As far as anyone knows...)<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> This (http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=111026717)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Bordeaux Carriage/Joined Carriages<br><strong>Date:</strong> September 1st, 2014<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Tai, Aki-chan, open<br><hr>Mina smiled as she felt right at home with her sister and Tai. The three had become such good friends, and Mina was glad that Aki didn't seem so alone anymore. She really needed to socialize more. But then again, Aki probably thought that Mina needed to <em>study</em> more. She laughed inwardly. They really seemed to compliment each other. Mina found it a bit humorous.<br><br>Her eyes lit up when Tai suggested they come visit him. "That would be so fun!" Mina said excitedly, a twinkle in her eyes as she smiled and looked at Aki and Tai. "It would get us away from mom and dad, too." She added the last part with a bit more enthusiasm. Mina was about to say something else, when the female announcer came over the carriages loud speakers and warned that the students should get changed as they came closer to the school.<br><br>Mina knew better than to change right away. A rush of first year students ran towards the back of the carriage, and Mina shook her head. No way she would venture out now.<br><br>"I think I'll wait until the crowd dies down a bit." She motioned towards the mass of students walking by the compartment. She then turned her attention towards Tai.<br><br>"Hey, Tai. You know, for someone in Ombrelune mansion you certainly don't fit the stereotype." Mina tilted her head to the side and made it seem like she was looking inside him for something that was missing. "Hmm..." She placed a finger to her lips as she thought. "What do you think, Aki-chan?" She playfully nudged her sister.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beauxbatons Academy of Magic - Carriage </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MabFaerie</strong> on <strong>15-02-2014, 07:30:53</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i127.photobucket.com/albums/p121/Mab_faerie/Elliquiy/Beauxbatons%20Academy/EmilieEve_zps84bc92d6.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name (PC/NPC):</strong> Emilie Callahan (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=193964.msg9475925#msg9475925)<br><strong>Year/House:</strong> 1st Year<br><strong>Relationship Status:</strong> Single<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Beauxbaton School Uniform, Fall/Winter Version (http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=112894508)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Bern Carriage<br><strong>Date:</strong> September 1st<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Afanassii, Rei OPEN<br><br><hr>As Rei spoke of Divination and Tarot, Emilie couldn't help but smile. Her grandmother had been fond of tarot and had sparked Emilie's curiosity at a young age but it was her mother in the end who had taught Emilie how to read the cards and it was her mother who eventually gifted her with a deck inscribed with beautiful Celtic symbols and imagery that reminded her of home. For a woman who thought so little of Nan, Emilie knew that her mother must have set her personal feelings aside to acquire such an authentic handmade deck worthy of Nan's stories. <br><br>The tarot deck was one of the few items Emilie had that she treasured above all else and was a symbol of her belief that maybe someday Nan and her Mother would be able to see eye to eye again.<em> If </em>perhaps she wasn't roped into convincing her mother and the Bellgard family to make amends<em> first.</em>&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>"I also enjoy Tarot. Although I find I enjoy other people giving me readings more than I do giving myself one. I find it harder to relax when I'm the one doing all the 'work' so to speak." Not that she considered the art difficult in any way, she just found her readings less accurate for herself than for others. In the back of her mind, she always assumed that perhaps she was just stacking the deck in her favor and took positive readings with a grain of salt. Or maybe she was just a bit pessimistic.<br><br>"If it isn't terribly troublesome for you, I might be interested in having a reading sometime. If you're free." She added casually, wondering if Rei could confirm what her own readings had been telling her for months now but pushing the thoughts of such readings aside so as not to disturb her current good mood.<br><br>When the subject turned to houses and teachers, Emilie smiled politely, unsure of how to respond to the topic in question. "At least if I end up in Papillonlisse or Bellefeuille, I'll have someone to talk to." She offered, referring to Afanassii and Rei, half-hoping now that she wouldn't end up in Ombrelune and have to start all over again with her pathetic attempts at making friends.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beauxbatons Academy of Magic - Carriage </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DarkAngel111</strong> on <strong>15-02-2014, 09:48:48</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://mockingjay.net/wp-content/uploads/2012/02/Alex-Pettyfer.jpg)</div><strong> Character Name (PC):</strong> Adrian Beauchene (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=193964.msg9571314#msg9571314)<br><strong>Year/House:</strong> 6th year/Ombrelune<br><strong>Relationship Status:</strong>Single<br><strong>Wearing:</strong>Uniform<br><strong>Location:</strong> Beauxbatons Carriage.<br><strong>Date:</strong> 1st September.<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>Open, Constance.<br><br><br><hr><br>Adrian watched as the younger girl seemed excited and a little more happy with the color changing fish, typical Papillonlisse he thought, they we quite easy to amuse always. Adrian looked her over as she sat down beside him and said <strong>“Well, you can change him in any color you like really”</strong> he smiled back at the girl lightly. She was clearly quite attractive, and her voice was quite melodious although Adrian knew better then to indulge himself with a Pappillonlesse nevertheless he could not help but admire her features as she sat besides him.<br><br><strong>“Oui, Herbert is as fine a name as any”</strong> He commented as he opened his small diary and thought to himself that he will have to practice his spells in school this year. But what the girl said next almost made him choke. <strong>“Dignified?”</strong>&nbsp; he questioned&nbsp; and could not help but laugh lightly at her <strong>“He is a fish, funny sure, dignified, I think he may need a female in the same bowl to prove that one”</strong> Adrian looked at the girl for a moment before he flicked his wand once more and there was another fish in the bowl. This one was Gold and blue. <br><br><strong>“Looks like you will have some new pets this year”</strong> By this time Blasé had climbed onto Adrian’s leg and was looking curiously at the two fish that were swimming around in the bowl <strong>“The spell to change their color is simple, Just picture them in the color you want, and very clearly say “Colovaria” No wand waving simply point your wand and say the word clearly”</strong> he said with a smile <strong>“Go on then why don’t you try it on Herbert’s little friend here?”</strong> He said a tad bit amused at how she was going to perform it. He knew that the girl was a second or third year simply because she didn’t know the color changing charm. Blasé who seemed curious, gave a light chirp looking at the girl and then the fishes <strong>“Behave”</strong> Adrian said to the phoenix he could almost tell that he was rather excited to see what was going to happen next as was Adrian, some people had a neck for ruining simplest of spells. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beauxbatons Academy of Magic - Carriage </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Loves</strong> on <strong>15-02-2014, 23:33:26</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i975.photobucket.com/albums/ae240/samanthamazur/ConnieAvie_zps1bd48eb5.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name PC:</strong> Constance Maree Jeannie Beauregard&nbsp; <br>(goes by Connie) (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=193964.msg9449326#msg9449326)<br><strong>Relationship Status:</strong> Dating &nbsp;Ettiene Bonhomme &nbsp;(http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=193964.msg9427792#msg9427792)<br><strong>House and Year</strong> Papillonlisse, second year student <br><strong>Location:</strong>Carriage from Marseilles<br><strong>Date:</strong> September 1st <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Adrian Beauchene and his fishy (Open)<br><br>*wearing (http://media-cache-ec0.pinimg.com/736x/a5/4e/85/a54e855a2c8caa9d55da19e04dccd585.jpg)<br>*note, she is not wearing the hat* <br><br><br><hr><br>Constance cooed over the lady fish that had been created just for Herbert, the smile that tugged at the corner of her lips and shimmered in her pretty blue-green eyes. She watched the fishes swim around each other, float close then swim away, only to give into curiosity and meet up again. They looked to be courting. Connie just knew they were falling in love. She sighed. That was what love was supposed to be like. Two people (or fish) that couldn’t stand to be away from each other without feeling the pull to return to each others arms (or fins). Her mind returned to Ettiene. That was what it had been like for them in the summer. Their time away from everyone had shown Constance how much her Ettiene loved her. <br><br>It was the chirp from Adrian’s Phoenix that brought her back to the young man before her. She hadn’t been listening to his explanation on how to change the colours, she had been thinking of Ettiene, remembering their time together and wishing he was with her now. Constance blinked back a batch of fresh tears that threatened to spill down her cheeks and swallowed the lump of sadness that formed in her throat. <strong>”Pardon, it is time to change…”</strong> pushing the fish back into his hands she smiled and rose to her feet. <strong>”Your fish are pretty. Excuse me please”</strong> Smoothing her dress free of wrinkles Connie rolled her shoulders back and looked towards the doors that would lead her to the Paris carriage. She should go to him…&nbsp; <br><br>With a scared smile Connie headed down the aisle in search of her boyfriend. She wanted to apologize, to tell him how much she loved him and most of all to taste the flavor of his lips, sharing a passionate kiss to celebrate them making up. But what she wanted and what might actually happen could be two very different things. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beauxbatons Academy of Magic - Carriage </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SpiralSpider</strong> on <strong>16-02-2014, 05:26:29</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1226.photobucket.com/albums/ee406/Mostly_roleplay_pictures/People/Males/Andrej/7968e38f-8592-4d0a-8600-c85f60b33941_zpsac091115.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> joined carriage<br><strong>Date:</strong> September 1st<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Emilie, Marston, Rei<br><br>Afanassii tucked a long strand of his red hair back and leaned in to inspect Rei's wand when she presented it. The motion revealed one of his ears, which were slightly pointed at the top - a rare outward sign of his veela heritage. He nodded at the Asian girl's words on what the want would be best for and then laughed when she spoke of her bird. She certainly did seem quite at home at the moment. The thought made him turn to see what his prissy brown tabby was up to, but it appeared that the feline hadn't moved more than to twitch her ear irritably at the new bird's arrival. He rolled his eyes and laughed at Margaritka's indifference. She wasn't a lazy cat, though she certainly seemed like one in situations like these. <br><br><em>"So you're in Papillonlisse, Afanassii?"</em> Rei's words brought him back into the conversation. "Mmm-hmmm" he agreed, grinning. "Though plenty of Belle people are quite social, I find. I did hear about the new teachers, myself. I hope they won't be too difficult..." He sat back and stretched out his arms to either side of him on the seat backs, listening to the two lovely ladies discuss divination. "Ooh! Yes..." the tall redhead perked up when Emilie requested a reading, "If I could trouble you for one as well, I'd really enjoy that. As I said before, I haven't had a lot of luck in it and would like to see some of what the future might have in store for me." He his head to look into Em's eyes and smiled. "I know you don't have a lot of faith in it, Emilie, but I think you'll have no trouble making friends in any mansion. You're so very clever...." he cocked his head to the side a bit and gave her a discerning stare, "I'm not sure I could really wager a guess as to where you'll end up sorted. But that being said, I know I would be so very happy to have you as a housemate." He gave her a wink as he finished saying, knowing his rakish facade would complete the innuendo. It was the first time he'd openly flirted with her and he wasn't yet quite sure how she'd take it.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beauxbatons Academy of Magic - Carriage </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MabFaerie</strong> on <strong>16-02-2014, 07:36:15</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i127.photobucket.com/albums/p121/Mab_faerie/Elliquiy/Beauxbatons%20Academy/EmilieEve_zps84bc92d6.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name (PC/NPC):</strong> Emilie Callahan (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=193964.msg9475925#msg9475925)<br><strong>Year/House:</strong> 1st Year<br><strong>Relationship Status:</strong> Single<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Beauxbaton School Uniform, Fall/Winter Version (http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=112894508)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Bern Carriage<br><strong>Date:</strong> September 1st<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Afanassii, Rei, OPEN<br><br><hr><br>The implication of Afanassii's words hung in the air a moment before Emilie realized, in a somewhat delayed manner, that he was flirting with her.<br>A flush of pink hue spread across her cheeks like a setting sun, her eyes widening slightly in a display of subtle surprise. People so seldom flirted with Emlie that half that time she was certain they were just being polite. If it hadn't been for the wink following seemingly innocent words and a smile, Afanassii's attempt would have soared right over her head and landed somewhere in the Netherlands. <br><br>What was she <em>supposed</em> to say? Should she <em>say anything</em> at all? Should just she wink back? Would that be acceptable <em>'you seem nice and probably aren't a serial killer so I guess i'm okay with this flirting thing'</em> protocol? Erring on the side of caution, Emilie figured it would be decidedly weird to wink back at him. Besides, with her luck she'd probably look more like she'd lodged something in her eyeball that she was desperately trying to get out rather than any kind of pseudo-seduction master. <br><br>Offering a wide eyed, blank stare, Emilie realized it had been a few seconds and that she was probably expected to speak up by now. <br>"...what." Emilie blinked once and realized that was not in fact a proper response. "Wands! I meant <em>wands</em>. <em>Your</em> wand for example, <em>Rei</em>! I like your wand-Let's talk wands!" turning her focus back to Rei in a slightly exaggerated excitement, Emilie took a long look at the wand that Rei had been discussing and prayed to whatever god listening that Afanassii wouldn't think she was the derpiest girl he'd ever had the displeasure of meeting.<br><br>"Your wand is really beautiful, Rei. I've heard amazing things about unicorn core, as my own wand has such a core too. I hope it's served you well. Perhaps I can look forward to my own wand being as accommodating. Speaking of which..."<br>Not wishing to have mentioned her wand only to refrain from showing it to them, Emilie took a moment to rifle through her belongings yet again, locating and retrieving a thin, long applewood wand (http://i127.photobucket.com/albums/p121/Mab_faerie/Elliquiy/Beauxbatons%20Academy/Wand_zps10f423fe.jpg) with a pretty black lacquer finish and a custom amythyst handle. <br><br>"My mothers family had this custom made for me. It's a bit ridiculous if you ask me. Flashy, I guess would be the right term. My grandmother, on my mothers side, says that all the 'Bellgard Women' have had a similar wand. I suppose it's a good thing I don't hate lacquer, at least." <br><br>Holding the wand in her hand, Emilie found herself somewhat ashamed of how natural it felt to her. It was beautiful and exorbitant and expensive. It was from a family she'd never properly met, save her uncle and mother, and would probably not meet for some time. It was designed with class and appearance in mind, yet at the same time, it suited her in a way that she had not expected, and in a way that she did not wish it would. <br><br><em>'The wand chooses the wielder.'</em> Her uncle had told her when she'd mentioned her concerns to him. When she immediately followed up his proclamation with a query wondering just how exactly a wand that was custom designed in advance had 'chosen' her, Felix shrugged and waved his hand, claiming that he'd just read that in a book somewhere. <br><br>"What kind of wand do you have, Afanassii?" Emilie asked, turning to face Afanassii when she was certain at last that her skin had returned to its normal shade and that she wasn't running the risk of saying anything foolish anytime too soon. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beauxbatons Academy of Magic - Carriage </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>persephone325</strong> on <strong>16-02-2014, 09:17:00</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://31.media.tumblr.com/9dd5413642406343087ac66dc2489f00/tumblr_mqi0x0RXzP1rmzzyeo1_1280.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name (PC):</strong> Rei Taniguchi (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=193964.msg9470399#msg9470399)<br><strong>Year/House:</strong> Bellefeuille - 3rd year<br><strong>Relationship Status:</strong> Single<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> This (http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=111851672)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Lyon Carriage/Joined Carriages<br><strong>Date:</strong> September 1st, 2014<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Afanassii, Emilie, OPEN<br><strong>Lyla (http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/c/c2/Rainbow_lorikeet.jpg):</strong> Present<br><hr>Rei smiled as both Afanassii and Emilie asked her for a tarot reading at some point.<br><br>"Of course. I would be happy to." She nodded, the excitement noticeable in her voice. Her eyes lit up as she spoke of Divination. Emilie and Afanassii began a little side conversation, and Rei listened and observed carefully. She was so observant, that sometimes it was a bad thing. It sometimes caused her to just blurt out things. Kind of like now.<br><br>"Emilie, you should get used to boys flirting with you. It's gonna happen <em>a lot</em> in this school." Rei laughed softly as she noticed the red-headed girl's cheeks flush a shade of pink. "Boys in this school just drool over the girls." She added, winking at Afanassii. After a moment, she looked down and shook her head.<br><br>"Oh, I'm sorry. Sometimes I just speak my mind without thinking of how it sounds." Re tucked her hair behind her ears and ran her fingers across her necklace. "Sorry about that, Emilie-chan. Hope I didn't embarrass you." Rei offered an apologetic smile, and tilted her head to the side as she stared at the shy girl.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beauxbatons Academy of Magic - Carriage </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>16-02-2014, 16:15:22</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg157/onilobo/Marston_zps11eddc0b.png)</div><strong>Character Name (PC/NPC):</strong> Edgar Marston Harlaw Jr. <br><strong>Year/House:</strong> Unsorted First year <br><strong>Relationship Status:</strong> Sowing his wild oats <br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Red Plaid cowboy shirt, cowboy hat, faded, well worn wrangler jeans, cowboy boots, rattlesnake skin belt and buckle. (http://images.luvimages.com/luvphotos/j/jason_aldean_in_a_cowboy_hat_and_plaid_shirt-1276.jpg)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Bern Carriage <br><strong>Date:</strong> September 1<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; Afanassii, Emillie, Rei after being kicked out of the changing room with Virgie&nbsp; <hr><br>The scuffle in the changing room grew a little louder, it was as if some playful wrestling was going on before it opened and Marston was shoved out. "Alright alright...I'm going, I'm going...I can take a hint and see when a fell'ar isn't wanted..." He was saying as a half dressed Virgie shoved him out, but before the doors closed, Marston plucked his hat back and grinned as the door was slammed in his face. "Ooooooo weeeee, do I have a knack for picking the ornery ones." &nbsp;He said to himself and the crowd waiting to get into the changing rooms. Those who didn't know English simply stared, those who did, just rolled their eyes at the "Stupid American". Marston grinned like the fox in the hen house (as his grandma would say) as he winked at a few girls, earning the ire of some of the boys as he made his way back to the little group he had left behind a few minutes back. <br><br>"I'm back, did ya miss me?" Marston strolled up to the group, replaced his guitar with his ass as dropped down on the bench it had sat on to join the other three and their menagerie of animals. He spotted the wands and the tarot cards they were handling and grew a little curious. "That's some pretty cool stuff, where can I get a wand or some cards? I think it's time I gave this wizard stuff a good ol college try.But what I really want to check out is those winged black horses again. Have any of you seen one up close? It looked a little sickly and thin, but I only caught a brief look at one flying once, back home in Texas." He shared his story as he tapped his fingers on the case of his guitar to a song he had played so often, it had become (unintentionally) the song he thought of his father, despite all the others the man had taught him. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beauxbatons Academy of Magic - Carriage </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SpiralSpider</strong> on <strong>16-02-2014, 22:42:17</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1226.photobucket.com/albums/ee406/Mostly_roleplay_pictures/People/Males/Andrej/7968e38f-8592-4d0a-8600-c85f60b33941_zpsac091115.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> joined carriage<br><strong>Date:</strong> September 1st<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Emilie, Marston, Rei<br><br>Em's sudden subject change made Afanassii suddenly feel as if he'd overstepped his bounds with that small remark. He blushed a little and turned his gaze away from the first year, though the self consciousness was soon to fade with the entrance of the ladies' unique wands. His own was nothing special - certainly not by comparison to the clean lines of Rei's and the sheer artistry of Emilie's. He stared hard at both, appreciating all the work that had gone into forming them. "Oh...." he responded quietly to Emilie's question, happy to know he hadn't pushed her away entirely. "Mine's just a plain old piece of sycamore...." he said, bringing the long, spirally thing (http://i1226.photobucket.com/albums/ee406/Mostly_roleplay_pictures/Things/WWSY-SYCAMORE_zps047f2177.jpg) out from his bag and showing the ladies, "Though it is interesting that we all have the same core... Uncanny, really."<br><br>Nassii responded to Rei's admonishment about flirting with a bit of an embarrassed smile. "You wound me, my lady..." he teased, bringing a hand to his chest. "I never drool in public, it is unbecoming of a gentleman..." He rocked in full-bodied laughter for a few moments, shaking his head. He hoped the bit of humor would help keep Emilie from freaking out too much. Marston's reappearance was yet another blessed distraction, one that let the Russian boy relax a bit. His eyes shot open in surprise. "How is it possible that you don't have a wand yet?"<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beauxbatons Academy of Magic - Carriage </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PhantomPistoleer</strong> on <strong>17-02-2014, 06:18:47</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://media-cache-ec0.pinimg.com/236x/f8/69/4d/f8694d3a2bd7f1ca1e1f3e052c5c30df.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong>&nbsp; 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 Paris/Conjoined Carriages<br><strong>House and Year:</strong>&nbsp; Bellefeulles 3rd Year<br><strong>Date:</strong> September 1st <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Claudette, 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>"Just because I walked forward does not mean I was following you," Claudette said.&nbsp; "What a big ego you have."<br><br>That was certainly a pickle, wasn't it?&nbsp; Claudette was quite an adept at capturing a man flat-footed with her reason, and Ettiene abhorred the cold current of Claudette's correlations.&nbsp; She was right.&nbsp; There were a number of explanations as to why she had entered the Paris train, all of which were far more plausible than her following him specifically.&nbsp; Ettiene was still too young to understand women, especially when they were as cold and as calculating as Claudette.&nbsp; Alas, he was unarmed for this war, both mentally and psychologically, and could not help but stammer in response.<br><br>&nbsp;"Uh... well, of course, you are right," he said, almost with a half-heart as he looked beyond the horizon of her creamy shoulder.&nbsp; &nbsp;"I'm just not in the right mind... What?"<br><br>He had not caught that last portion of her statement.&nbsp; Well, he did catch it.&nbsp; And his face turned so red and his eyes went wide with terror!&nbsp; But he could not believe that she had actually just alluded to that incident from so long ago.&nbsp; That was going to be his initial response.&nbsp; "But Claudette, it was so long ago."&nbsp; But even in his mind, that was not much of a defense.&nbsp; The truth was, Ettiene had made a mistake.&nbsp; He was a young man who was prone to making similar mistakes, but unless some young woman had secretly borne a child, Claudette was the only mistake that was still holding that night against him.<br><br>It wasn't fair to Constance in any way.&nbsp; Indeed, that night didn't quite appeal to Ettiene's sense of justice, duty, loyalty or love.&nbsp; You just don't fuck your girlfriend's best friend, no matter how drunk you are.&nbsp; But Ettiene had.<br><br>&nbsp;"Claudette!" he hissed, snatching Claudette's wrist.&nbsp; He wanted to tell her off.&nbsp; He wanted to set things straight.&nbsp; But instead, the next blow came. <br><br>"Don't worry about Constance," Claudette said.&nbsp; "She's happy enough flirting with a handsome older student.&nbsp; Blonde, pretty face.&nbsp; He made her a fishy... isn't that cute, Ettiene?&nbsp; It must feel horrible to be replaced so fast, with such ease."<br><br>&nbsp;"... Constance..." he said, his eyes wide with rage.&nbsp; He wasn't a very jealous person.&nbsp; But it put him off to see her so cordial just so recently removed from a conversation.&nbsp; She was inconsolable about her fight with Claudette.&nbsp; But, as soon as she's done arguing with him, everything is daisies.<br><br>&nbsp;"That... that... that cow!" he said.&nbsp; He threw Claudette's wrist down and turned around, glaring ahead of him and at everything.&nbsp; Then, he marched deeper into the Paris carriage, until finding an empty seat, whereupon he fell seated with a huge harumph.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beauxbatons Academy of Magic - Carriage </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Loves</strong> on <strong>19-02-2014, 06:55:43</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i975.photobucket.com/albums/ae240/samanthamazur/dFNG5BTi033S_zpsa5e722e0.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name PC:</strong> Claudette Nadeen Touchet&nbsp; <br>(goes by Claud) (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=193964.msg9460236#msg9460236)<br><strong>Relationship Status:</strong> Single<br><strong>House and Year</strong> Ombrelune, second year student <br><strong>Location:</strong>Carriage from Paris<br><strong>Date:</strong> September 1st <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Ettiene - Open <br><br>*wearing (http://fashionistatrends.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/10/classy-outfits-44.jpg)<br><br><hr><br><strong>”Ouch, Ettiy… you’re hurting my hand!”</strong> He wasn’t. Claudette was lying through her teeth, but it all went to set the scene. She watched as he stormed off and tried very hard to fight the smirk pulling at her lips. She had to bite the inside of her cheek to prevent the smile from blooming. It hurt, but sacrificing had to be made. <br><br>Taking a moment to look pained, Claudette rubbed her wrist and pushed forward, following Ettiene to the empty seat he was now pouting in. <strong>”Cheer up will you please. Honestly, you look as miserable as the ridiculous smiling cowboy. They must be desperate if they are letting in Americans now. I’m seriously thinking of changing schools.”</strong> As she spoke Claudette purposely crossed her legs, allowing her grey skirt to rise up and show a fair amount of curvaceous leg. <br><br>She began fussing with her top, ignoring the fact that Ettiene obviously wanted to be alone. <strong>”I think it might stain”</strong> grumbled the brunette as she scratched at the fabric, hoping to draw his eyes to her breasts. She remembered he enjoyed them during their private encounter. <strong>”You should teach her a lesson”</strong> suggested the sultry brunette as she reached for his hand to stroke along his finger. Her pretty green eyes tracked his, trying to read his inner thoughts from the small signs unintentionally offered.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beauxbatons Academy of Magic - Carriage </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wajin</strong> on <strong>19-02-2014, 11:31:51</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/Llp09JH.png)</div><strong>Character Name (PC):</strong> Olivier Ange<br><strong>Year/House:</strong> Potions/Alchemy Teacher<br><strong>Relationship Status:</strong> Single<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Same suit as the picture<br><strong>Location:</strong> Bern Carriage<br><strong>Date:</strong> September 1st <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Bianca Renard, Open<br><br>He blushed a bit as she noted the flask and he reached in and pulled it out again "Well, I have a love for potions and Alchemy" As he let it rest on his thigh "this" he touched the engraving "<strong>is the neo-alchemical representation of the philosophers stone</strong>" He said with a soft smile. He ran a finger over the different symbols along the outer circle "<strong>All of these represent ingredients, if you will, ingredients that are needed to create the philosophers stone. Problem is, we know what to use... we don't know how much of what to use, how to treat it, how to dose it, how to unite it</strong>" He said with a frustrated sigh, running a hand through his hair "<strong>I shoulder have told you that besides potions, I'm also here to teach Alchemy, I am quite skilled in the field, though I hear you have a real Flamel at Beauxbatons, albeit one born after the death of the great Alchemist himself</strong>" He said with a soft smile 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beauxbatons Academy of Magic - Carriage </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Niferbelle</strong> on <strong>19-02-2014, 13:51:14</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/0/04/Tai.png)</div><strong>Character Name PC:</strong> Tai Stardel'est (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=193964.msg9427018#msg9427018)<br><strong>Year/House:</strong> Ombrelune, 2nd year<br><strong>Relationship Status:</strong> Single - though no one's really sure<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> khaki trousers, tropical print shirt, robe worn open over both<br><strong>Location:</strong> Carriage from Bordeaux/joined carriages <br><strong>Date:</strong> September 1st<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Mina, Akiko, Open<br><hr>"Brown flowers...a challenge, I accept," Tai said and winked at Akiko. He wasn't sure if there were any brown flowers but it was one of those things he would tuck away and one day down the line he would have a surprise for the shy twin. He sighed as he heard the announcement. Yes, school was officially upon them, another year of uniforms and conforming and every minute of your day being planned out for you. Soon the hot, lazy, Vietnamese summer would be nothing but a distant memory, one he hated to put behind him. He glanced over at Mina and waggled his dark brows. "You don't think I'm dark and mysterious? What must I do to convince you I'm up to no good?"<br><br>Suddenly his nimble fingers dove in, seeking out all her most ticklish spots without mercy, his goal to get her hopping in her seat. A sly grin spread over his face. "Then, at your moment of weakness, I steal a kiss!"<br><br>He did just that, though it was a chaste kiss on the cheek rather than anything more presumptuous. He turned next to Akiko with a glint in his eye, wiggling his fingers menacingly. "And the lovely Akiko is next...there is no end to my villainy!"<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beauxbatons Academy of Magic - Carriage </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SpiralSpider</strong> on <strong>19-02-2014, 23:25:40</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1226.photobucket.com/albums/ee406/Mostly_roleplay_pictures/People/twins/Yuri%20and%20Eri%20Ebihara/eebihara_zps99cc80fa.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name (PC):</strong> Akiko Tengan (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=193964.msg9484200#msg9484200)<br><strong>Year/House:</strong> 2nd year / Papillionlisse<br><strong>Relationship Status:</strong> single<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> the Beauxbatons uniform<br><strong>Location:</strong> joined carriage<br><strong>Date:</strong> September 1st<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Tai, Minako<br><br>When the announcement carried across the isles, Akiko looked down at herself and back at her friend and her sister with a smile. She was happy she was already wearing the uniform; changing on the crowded carriage would be too traumatizing, based on what happened last year. The shy girl needed her personal bubble of space and her privacy as much as possible and the tiny changing rooms were not supportive of her habits. <br><br>"What do you think, Aki-chan?" her sister asked, inviting her into a long, apprising glance at Tai. Truthfully, she wasn't convinced of her sister's take on the Ombrelune boy. Tai always maintained an air of mystery that seemed befitting of the shadowy moon's mansion. She kept her opinion to herself but laughed at his words and mannerisms, shyly looking downward and brushing a lock of hair back behind her ear. Averting her eyes was necessary then, as her heart began to race even as Tai began to tickle her sister. The kiss was too much. She blushed, audibly sighing. It would be so much easier if she could just ignore the scene. <br><br>She needed some blasted distraction so badly she could taste it. Her eyes darted to the window where she found her savior and prize. "Oh, look! I can see the school just in the distance!" Aki called out, reaching out a hand to point outside and then drawing it back almost defensively towards her chest as she heard the rakish boy's intention to turn his attentions toward her. It was a long, agonizing moment that stretched on in her mind for hours before she could turn to look at him. She wasn't even aware that she had shrunk back so much that she was starting to bring her limbs in like a deceased insect. She was terribly ticklish and the thought of being kissed by the boy - even something as so innocent as the peck he had gifted her sister - was enough to make her almost feel faint. She swallowed hard and begun to relax as much as she could - which was only ever so slightly as apparent in her posture. "Do you think you need to change?" It was such a silly question to ask all of a sudden. But he wasn't in his uniform and with the mansions looming in the distance, it provided a decent enough excuse to politely ask him to back off. The irony of it all was that, if it were up to her and the whims of her mind could delve into fantasy, she would have done nothing of the sort.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beauxbatons Academy of Magic - Carriage </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DarkAngel111</strong> on <strong>22-02-2014, 14:09:37</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://mockingjay.net/wp-content/uploads/2012/02/Alex-Pettyfer.jpg)</div><strong> Character Name (PC):</strong> Adrian Beauchene (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=193964.msg9571314#msg9571314)<br><strong>Year/House:</strong> 6th year/Ombrelune<br><strong>Relationship Status:</strong>Single<br><strong>Wearing:</strong>Uniform<br><strong>Location:</strong> Beauxbatons Carriage.<br><strong>Date:</strong> 1st September.<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>Open, Constance.<br><br><br><hr><br>Adrian looked her over and thought for a moment, that at the least she was rude. As she got up and left. Handing the bowl back to him, clearly she lacked the manners. He thought to himself as she left and simply lifted the bowl up before flicking his wand once more and making the bowl and the fish disappear. He had no need for such pets, he had his hands full with blasé and had no time for caring for any other pets. Although at times he seemed alot more like a friend than a pet. <br><br>Adrian quietly patted on his head scratching him between his eyes something he loved as he looked out the window the school was visible now and he had made enough trips to know that by now the changing area would be filled with swarms of children wanting to change. Good that he had changed much before hand. Now he could simply leave the carriages when they stopped at the school. blasé rarely used a cage thus Adrian never actually brought him along in one. there was a small perch that he used, and now that he was a 6th year he could have a dorm room to himself. Where blasé could sit.<br><br>Adrian got up from his seat and opened the window to let him out, that is what he did every year. And made his way out as the Carriages came to a stop. Finally he was there, He looked forward to the year, and his new classes. He slipped his wand into his pant pocket and walked towards the exit.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beauxbatons Academy of Magic - Carriage </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Niferbelle</strong> on <strong>22-02-2014, 22:03:15</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/8/88/NifBianca1.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name (PC):</strong> Bianca Renard <br><strong>Year/House:</strong> Astronomy Professor<br><strong>Relationship Status:</strong> Single (widowed)<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> gray pencil skirt, black turtleneck, modest pumps<br><strong>Location:</strong> Bern carriage/post joined carriages<br><strong>Date:</strong> September 1<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Olivier, open<br><hr>She tilted her head a bit as he once again produced the flask and explained the meaning of the engraving. Her dark eyes grew thoughtful. It was hard to&nbsp; believe the secret to immortality could be right there, etched in silver, if only the proper balance and mechanisms could be found. There was a time when eternal life might have held some appeal for her but it had come too late for Alex and now it was difficult enough just to make it through the days she already had. Her expression turned sad for a moment then she tucked the grief away back where it belonged, hidden from view.<br><br>"Yes, there is a young Flamel here though I'm afraid I can't speak to his alchemical talents," she said and found herself studying her fellow teacher's face. "Is that something you aspire to, Olivier? To unlock the secret of the formula? I don't know that I have it in me, the belief I have something for which to live forever, but it would be an ambitious goal to be sure."<br><br>She realized how very somber she must sound and reached out to briefly and lightly touch his hand. "Listen to me, so serious. If I may be of any assistance to you while you familiarize yourself with the school I do hope you'll call on me. But something tells me you'll do very well here."<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beauxbatons Academy of Magic - Carriage </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>apygoos</strong> on <strong>22-02-2014, 22:42:57</strong>
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				<div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header"> Colettes' post</div><div class="spoiler_body"><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=194356.msg9598846#msg9598846">Quote from: Josietta on 14-02-2014, 23:29:16</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Alex finds Colette</div><div class="spoiler_body"><br><br></div></div><br><div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/c2/Colette.png)</div><br><span style="font-family: candara;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 11pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Character Name (PC):</strong> Colette Rosier (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=193964.msg9515883#msg9515883)<br><strong>Year/House:</strong> 3rd year / Papillonlisse<br><strong>Relationship Status:</strong> Single<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Uniform<br><strong>Location:</strong> Paris Carriage Changing Area<br><strong>Date:</strong> September 1st<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Alexandre Kalos<br><br></span></span><hr><br><span style="font-family: candara;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size">Colette sat there trying to contain her thoughts from going places she didn't want. She looked out the window as the school was in the distance. They'd be arriving soon and she couldn't wait to get back on land. She glanced around her area to see just who was still there as she smoothed her skirt again. With her hat back with Alexandre she just knew that wouldn't do. She'd have to get it back from him before the sorting ceremony. Just as she started to get her book down to distract herself she turned to see him sitting down next to her. Her blue eyes widened and then she saw in his hands was her white hat. Well it was supposed to be white but now had a bit of dirt. She furrowed her brow at that and knew a cleaning spell would be in order as soon as they landed. <br><br>The blonde witch smiled a bit as her cheeks were flushed with embarrassment over what had just occurred in the corridors between her seat and the changing area. <strong>"Thank you very much. I had wondered where it had gone to. You are sweet for finding me to return it."</strong><br><br>She looked down at the hat now in her hands and wiped at the bit of dirt with her fingertips and then looked back at him with a slight smile. Internally she kept telling herself not to say anything else. Not to encourage him but part of her wanted him there and wanted to get to know more while most of her was too nervous or scared to try. Looking back to him again she took in a slow deep breath. <strong>"We'll be landing soon I suppose."</strong><br><br><em>Way to be super obvious there Colette,</em> she chastised herself internally. The pink tint to her cheeks started to subside as she relaxed more. Boys seemed to be more trouble than she realized. She couldn't help but think that this was nothing like the books she had read so far.<br></span></span></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div></div></div><div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/e/e0/AlexAviBeaut.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name (PC/NPC):</strong> Alexandre Kalos<br><strong>Year/House:</strong> 5/ Bellefuille<br><strong>Relationship Status:</strong> single<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Beauxbatons uniform<br><strong>Location:</strong> Paris carriage changing area<br><strong>Date:</strong> September 1st<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>Colette, open<br><hr>"A gentleman should always put his coat down for a lady, let alone bring them back their dropped hat." He commented to her with a smile. "Besides, a lovely witch like yourself deserves a properly complete outfit. You wear the uniform quite well if I do say so myself." It remained quiet for a few long moments. He wondered what was going though her head. He let the silence sink in, playfully tapping her foot with his.<br><br>She then mentioned that they would be landing soon. "Indeed," He started before attempting to Take the hat form her hands and carefully set it upon her head, "There we are, the beautiful Colette is good as new." His smile continued at her, "Just don't tell your brother I was here, he may not fancy one of his classmates being friendly with his sister" He gives her a wink as if to say it was their little secret, and quite the flirt about it.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beauxbatons Academy of Magic - Carriage </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>persephone325</strong> on <strong>23-02-2014, 01:01:58</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://files.myopera.com/kan838/albums/908326/yuri-ebihara-wallpapers-hotgirlsindexcom-29.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name (PC):</strong> Minako "Mina" Tengan (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=193964.msg9484273#msg9484273)<br><strong>Year/House:</strong> Papillonlisse - 2nd year<br><strong>Relationship Status:</strong> Single (As far as anyone knows...)<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> This (http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=111026717)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Bordeaux Carriage/Joined Carriages<br><strong>Date:</strong> September 1st, 2014<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Tai, Aki-chan, open<br><hr>Before Mina could hear Aki's response, Tai spoke up to defend himself.<br><br><em>"You don't think I'm dark and mysterious? What must I do to convince you I'm up to no good?"</em> He asked. Before Mina could respond with something witty or sarcastic, Tai lunged at her and began tickling her. She squealed and giggled loudly, squirming as he got all the places she was most ticklish. Her ribs, and stomach mostly.<br><br>"Gah! I surrender!" She squealed.<br><br><em>"Then, at your moment of weakness, I steal a kiss!"</em> He proclaimed. Almost immediately, Mina felt his lips on her cheek. She blushed slightly, but it was hardly noticeable. Moreover, the redness could have been easily explained by her laughter and squirming which had gotten her heart racing.<br><br>After a moment, Tai turned his "villainy" towards Aki. However, Mina noticed that she seemed more startled. Almost as if she didn't want to be tickled. But she laughed loudly, nonetheless. Her suspicions were confirmed when Aki pointed out the window of the carriage at the school that loomed in the distance.<br><br><em>"Oh, look! I can see the school just in the distance! Do you think you need to change?"</em> She asked, clearly wanting to change the subject. Mina frowned inwardly. Not only because their time with Tai was coming to a close, but because Tai was pretty obviously flirting with them, and Aki was too shy to handle it. But Mina couldn't fault her sister for her timidness. Just like Aki didn't fault Mina for her tendency to do as she pleased and get into trouble.<br><br>"I guess you're right..." Mina replied, obviously sad that their time was being cut short. "Why don't we all walk back to the changing rooms together?" She suggested, smiling at the two of them.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beauxbatons Academy of Magic - Carriage </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Niferbelle</strong> on <strong>24-02-2014, 02:16:37</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/0/04/Tai.png)</div><strong>Character Name PC:</strong> Tai Stardel'est (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=193964.msg9427018#msg9427018)<br><strong>Year/House:</strong> Ombrelune, 2nd year<br><strong>Relationship Status:</strong> Single - though no one's really sure<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> khaki trousers, tropical print shirt, robe worn open over both<br><strong>Location:</strong> Carriage from Bordeaux/joined carriages <br><strong>Date:</strong> September 1st<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Mina, Akiko, Open<br><hr>Tai's dark eyes were puzzled as he watched Aki fold up on herself, drawing back from him as if he were a real threat. Rather than the frog that turns into the prince, it rather made him feel like the prince whose kiss turns the fair maiden into a toad and Aki was afraid of getting warts. He had yet to be very serious about girls but neither had he had to try very hard to garner the positive kind of attention when he wanted it so this reaction was unusual for him. Part of him wanted to push her a little further, just to see what she would do, but of course he was good-natured enough not to want to frighten her and had the sense not to anger Mina for being beastly to her sister. He slowly raised his hands as if in surrender then settled back in the seat though he was soon leaping to his feet.<br><br>"Aki is smart enough to be in her uniform already, so it seems you are stuck with the dastardly <em>Ombrelune</em>," he said and offered a hand to help Mina up after which he would take her arm. "But I will accompany but beware, people will talk. Your reputation could be ruined!"<br><br>He paused partway down the aisle and gave her a little twirl, just because, and flashed her the impish grin that by now was so familiar.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beauxbatons Academy of Magic - Carriage </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MabFaerie</strong> on <strong>24-02-2014, 03:53:29</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i127.photobucket.com/albums/p121/Mab_faerie/Elliquiy/Beauxbatons%20Academy/EmilieEve_zps84bc92d6.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name (PC/NPC):</strong> Emilie Callahan (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=193964.msg9475925#msg9475925)<br><strong>Year/House:</strong> 1st Year<br><strong>Relationship Status:</strong> Single<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Beauxbaton School Uniform, Fall/Winter Version (http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=112894508)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Bern Carriage<br><strong>Date:</strong> September 1st<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Afanassii, Rei, Marston OPEN<br><hr>When Afanassii spoke of his own wand, Emilie raised her eyebrows in surprise at the mention of the core.<br>"Unicorn for yours as well? That <em>is</em> odd. I'd heard it was quite the rare core and yet the three of us have it within our wands. Perhaps it is a sign that we are all destined to be good friends?" <br>Glancing to Marston who had recently returned amidst the wand discussion, Emilie jokingly added,<br>"This just in, Marston. If your future wand doesn't have a unicorn core, I'm afraid you'll have to be kicked out of our club." <br><br>Taking care to return her wand to its rightful place amongst her belongings lest she lose it, Emilie took a few seconds to cast a swift glance at Afanassii and offered him a smile. While her skin was still faintly laced with the warm pink flush of embarrassment from his prior words, for the most part her personality appeared to have returned to its normal state, which was semi-awkward in and of itself but involved less stammering to say the least. Against her somewhat pale complexion, the flush of color was a surprising good look for her. <br><br>To be honest, she wasn't even entirely sure <em>why</em> she felt so strange about his comment to begin with. It wasn't as if she'd never seen a boy flirt with a girl before. It wasn't foreign or unheard of in any way. It was just <em>new</em>, for her anyhow, and there certainly was no getting around the fact that the Russian boy was attractive, so <em>that</em> added another layer of shyness to her already wilting, uncertain personality. As if social situations weren't so terrifying as is, now she had the compliments of attractive boys to worry about too! At least her Uncle would be pleased.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>"I think we will be approaching Beauxbaton soon. There seems to be an influx of movement about the carriages from the sound of things." Emilie announced casually while internally feeling her stomach twist into nervous, anxiety-ridden knots.&nbsp; <br>"I must admit I'm ready to see Beauxbaton up close for the first time. I imagine it's brochure photographs do it little justice." <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beauxbatons Academy of Magic - Carriage </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Josietta</strong> on <strong>25-02-2014, 17:09:14</strong>
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				<br><div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/c2/Colette.png)</div><br><span style="font-family: candara;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 11pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Character Name (PC):</strong> Colette Rosier (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=193964.msg9515883#msg9515883)<br><strong>Year/House:</strong> 3rd year / Papillonlisse<br><strong>Relationship Status:</strong> Single<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Uniform<br><strong>Location:</strong> Paris Carriage Changing Area<br><strong>Date:</strong> September 1st<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Alexandre Kalos<br><br></span></span><hr><br><span style="font-family: candara;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size">Colette had sat there hoping that Virginie would show up soon. She was no good with boys and especially men. Men like Alexandre Kalos didn't just hit on girls. They made you feel like you were the only girl in the world, even if in reality you were probably on a long list of girls they were interested in. She smiled as he put her hat back on her head properly. Looking back up at him, with those pink hued cheeks, she couldn't stop smiling. As soon as he mentioned Kristoff she knew that would be more than trouble. Her older fifth year brother would not stand for her being flirty with an older guy like Alex, more so because Alex was a half-blood than anything else. <br><br><strong>"I'm sure he would not approve. However, I won't be mentioning anything of the sort to him. He is not the most understanding of people."</strong> ... <em> especially boys who were interested in his little sister.</em>&nbsp; As if his smile wasn't enough he had to wink at her. She giggled with glee at that and then put her hand to her mouth. She had to stop that nonsense. Giggling. Flirting. Being utterly silly and undeniably interested. It wouldn't work in her family. Colette pressed her lips together hearing her mothers thoughts in her head as she did. They weren't the good sort either. More like words of disgust and disapproval. <em>"That boy is not good enough for you or us. He is not an option, Colette. You will end this before it begins. Am I clear on this?"</em>&nbsp; She almost sighed and nodded internally speaking in a soft murmur..."Oui..."<br><br>As he had seemed to be ready to leave she looked to the doorway then back to him and nodded some. <strong>"Perhaps I will see you again after the ceremony, non? We should prepare for landing. Thank you again. Truely."</strong><br><br></span></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beauxbatons Academy of Magic - Carriage </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>persephone325</strong> on <strong>25-02-2014, 23:32:09</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://files.myopera.com/kan838/albums/908326/yuri-ebihara-wallpapers-hotgirlsindexcom-29.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name (PC):</strong> Minako "Mina" Tengan (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=193964.msg9484273#msg9484273)<br><strong>Year/House:</strong> Papillonlisse - 2nd year<br><strong>Relationship Status:</strong> Single (As far as anyone knows...)<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> This (http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=111026717)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Bordeaux Carriage/Joined Carriages<br><strong>Date:</strong> September 1st, 2014<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Tai, Aki-chan, open<br><hr>Mina smiled at Tai as she took his arm and stood up from her seat. He was such a nice guy, and Mina knew that her sister liked him very much. But the problem was, Mina liked him as well. However, it was pretty obvious that both girls had a crush on him. Or, at least Mina thought it was obvious.<br><br>She giggled as he turned around and flashed her a mischievous grin. That was so typical of him. Maybe now that they were alone, she could mention something to him. It seemed as good a time as any. The lines for the changing rooms were short, but the two still had to wait for a few moments before they were able to enter the changing stalls.<br><br>"Tai." Mina turned to him and smiled. Though she was faintly blushing. "I have to talk to you. Though I think it's pretty obvious about what." She began, but didn't stop. She wanted to get everything out before she changed her mind.<br><br>"It's obvious that my sister likes you. I can tell by the way she acts around you. She's shy around everyone, but I can tell she's more shy around you." Mina took a breath, then quickly continued. "The problem is, I like you as well. You're smart, funny, charming, good looking... It's hard <em>not</em> to like you." She couldn't believe she was saying this so openly.<br><br>"I know we're good friends. If you'd like to keep it at that, then that's fine with me. But just know that I'll always have feelings for you." Mina smiled at him. But it was a different smile than her usual one. It was the smile of a shy, timid girl. A girl who had just revealed her crush, and was nervous about the answer and reaction that would follow.<br><br><em>Perhaps it was rude of me to just drop this on him so suddenly...?</em> She thought, all too late now. The words were already out, and Tai was no doubt processing them.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beauxbatons Academy of Magic - Carriage </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>persephone325</strong> on <strong>26-02-2014, 01:14:00</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://31.media.tumblr.com/9dd5413642406343087ac66dc2489f00/tumblr_mqi0x0RXzP1rmzzyeo1_1280.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name (PC):</strong> Rei Taniguchi (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=193964.msg9470399#msg9470399)<br><strong>Year/House:</strong> Bellefeuille - 3rd year<br><strong>Relationship Status:</strong> Single<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> This (http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=111851672)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Lyon Carriage/Joined Carriages<br><strong>Date:</strong> September 1st, 2014<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Afanassii, Emilie, Marston, OPEN<br><strong>Lyla (http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/c/c2/Rainbow_lorikeet.jpg):</strong> Present<br><hr>Rei smiled at Afanassii as he joked with her. She was about to respond, when Emilie chimed in.<br><br><em>"Unicorn for yours as well? That is odd. I'd heard it was quite the rare core and yet the three of us have it within our wands. Perhaps it is a sign that we are all destined to be good friends?"</em> Rei smiled.<br><br>"Unicorn cores are best for witches and wizards who have pure intentions. They're practically impossible to use when working with dark magic. Given that unicorns live such long lives, possibly forever, it can be said that those with unicorn cores are destined to have some sort of long lasting relationship. Be it good or bad." She explained.<br><br>When she heard Emilie ask why Marston didn't have a wand, she spoke up once more, "Oh, Marston. I'm sorry about your father. I know that must have been extremely hard for you. When my grandfather died, I was so distraught I didn't know what to do." Rei's voice was soft and comforting.<br><br>"Forgive me for intruding. I'm extremely good at reading people, and when I see the aura or energy of someone who has lost a loved one, I can't help but speak up." Rei explained, wondering when these other students would start thinking she was just an escaped mental patient.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beauxbatons Academy of Magic - Carriage </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caela</strong> on <strong>26-02-2014, 03:11:21</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/7c/Isaavi.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name (PC/NPC):</strong> Professor Isabeau Washington (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=193964.msg9431124#msg9431124)<br><strong>Relationship Status:</strong> Single<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Outfit (http://i980.photobucket.com/albums/ae282/caela_ecub/Misc%20Story%20Accessories/Clothes/clothes5.jpg), Shoes (http://i980.photobucket.com/albums/ae282/caela_ecub/Misc%20Story%20Accessories/Clothes/shoes8.jpg)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Beauxbaton Carriage from Marseille<br><strong>Date:</strong> Sept. 1<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>Professor Matias Chevalier<br><br><hr><br>Isa didn't shudder at the darkening look in Matias' gaze, but it was a close thing. She knew that look, knew she'd pushed him far enough that she'd already be paying for taunting him if they weren't surrounded by students and that, most likely, making him wait for his retribution would only make it all the worse (better?...perspective) on her when he got the chance. The idea all but made her smirk at him until he laughed at her quip.<br><br>"I suppose it's all a matter of perspective isn't it? You feel like you won, I <em>don't</em> feel like I lost and it all comes out satisfying for everyone involved," she said while trying to hide a chuckle behind her wine. <br><br>Hearing the announcement that they were almost to the school she smiled and something in her demeanor actually relaxed. If you didn't know her well you'd likely miss it, but for those that knew her it would be obvious. Isa was actually content. For all that she scowled at unruly students, she was still sitting with a friend, having a wonderful glass of wine and teasing him mercilessly, while heading back to the place she truly considered home. Isa was a happy woman in that moment and she was smart enough to savor it.<br><br>Having let Matias push her heel away from his leg she let her leg slide down so that they were now crossed at the ankles instead of the knees before she answered his question, "You know I'm always happy to help in the greenhouses if you'd like," she answered a dark light of amusement filling her gaze as she wondered just what he might have planted, "And you know you look wonderful you silly man so stop fishing for compliments," she added with a warm chuckle.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beauxbatons Academy of Magic - Carriage </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>26-02-2014, 07:22:38</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg157/onilobo/Marston_zps11eddc0b.png)</div><strong>Character Name (PC/NPC):</strong> Edgar Marston Harlaw Jr. <br><strong>Year/House:</strong> Unsorted First year <br><strong>Relationship Status:</strong> Sowing his wild oats <br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Red Plaid cowboy shirt, cowboy hat, faded, well worn wrangler jeans, cowboy boots, rattlesnake skin belt and buckle. (http://images.luvimages.com/luvphotos/j/jason_aldean_in_a_cowboy_hat_and_plaid_shirt-1276.jpg)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Bern Carriage <br><strong>Date:</strong> September 1<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; Afanassii, Emillie, Rei<hr><br>Marston took the question literally, as Afanassii asked him about his lack of a wand. He shrugged his shoulders. "My mom didn't even tell us she was a witch for the longest time and after she did, we didn't ask questions. I spent my time learning to ride, roping, herding, football, lots of that, playing with wands was never something I cared for. Cards is another story...I play a mean hand of cards." He boasted, laughing as the jab from Emillie, not taking the jest serious. <br><br>His attention turned to Rei as she spoke about his father. He had not mentioned it an rarely did, rot did he like it being told. Marston fought to not click his tongue. "Well you are off this time, don't feel bad I am a hell of a poker player." Marston declared, dismissing the topic the young woman had brought up. <br><br>Emillie's announcement that they would be arriving soon drew is attention back to her then to the window. "Good, I'm in need of a good meal and a nap. It's the middle of the night for me right now." <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beauxbatons Academy of Magic - Carriage </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Niferbelle</strong> on <strong>28-02-2014, 03:06:29</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/0/04/Tai.png)</div><strong>Character Name PC:</strong> Tai Stardel'est (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=193964.msg9427018#msg9427018)<br><strong>Year/House:</strong> Ombrelune, 2nd year<br><strong>Relationship Status:</strong> Single - though no one's really sure<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> khaki trousers, tropical print shirt, robe worn open over both<br><strong>Location:</strong> Carriage from Bordeaux/joined carriages <br><strong>Date:</strong> September 1st<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Mina, mentioning Akiko, Open<br><hr>When Mina said she needed to talk to him, it certainly wasn't obvious to Tai what was on her mind and so he was taken completely by surprise&nbsp; by her admission not to mention her claim that the same could be said for Aki. For a moment she would see something she had never seen before, his handsome face beset with a stunned expression as his eyes flickered from her to Aki down the carriage still in her seat then back to Mina. He wasn't often caught off guard, and when he was, he was generally quite adept at hiding it but this was unprecedented. About a hundred things ran through his mind but he couldn't settle on one of them long enough to speak and then as if on cue, the booth before him opened up. he held up a finger as if to say 'hold that thought' and ducked inside to get changed.<br><br>Despite buying the extra time, no immediate response came to him. He was the sort who had a lot of acquaintances and few friends, and Mina was one of them. It would be a real loss to lose her friendship -- and logically, she would be a near perfect girlfriend. She was beautiful and fun, interesting enough to hold his attention but not a drama queen who would become tiresome and demanding. He couldn't say he hadn't thought about kissing her before...of course he had but he was at the age where he thought about kissing a lot of girls. As for Akiko...he wouldn't have believed such a thing of her if it hadn't come from Mina but Mina knew her sister better than anyone and if she said it was so, chances are it was. Suddenly the way she had withdrawn from him just moments before seemed different when he thought about it now -- had there been something in her eyes that he had missed? And how did he feel about that? <br><br>He had no clearer answer when he was done changing. He stepped outside only to find that Mina had since gone in and so he found himself waiting for her, stealing the occasional glance back at her sister as he did so. When she emerged again he smiled and reached out for her hand to bring it up to his lips in a light kiss. <br><br>"Never do that again, you nearly gave me a heart attack," he teased, not even really sure what he was going to say until it was coming out of his mouth. "First, you and sister are far too lovely for me, let me acknowledge that immediately. I care about you a great deal, Mina...I'd really like to kiss you right now but the thing is...I think I might like to kiss Aki too. What you've posed to me, it seems like I can't make a choice here without hurting someone I don't wish to hurt so you can imagine I'm feeling a bit stymied. Do you need an answer right away? Will you hate me if it's something I need to consider?"<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beauxbatons Academy of Magic - Carriage </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>persephone325</strong> on <strong>02-03-2014, 00:31:48</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://files.myopera.com/kan838/albums/908326/yuri-ebihara-wallpapers-hotgirlsindexcom-29.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name (PC):</strong> Minako "Mina" Tengan (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=193964.msg9484273#msg9484273)<br><strong>Year/House:</strong> Papillonlisse - 2nd year<br><strong>Relationship Status:</strong> Single (As far as anyone knows...)<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> This (http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=111026717), changing into this (http://www.polyvore.com/beauxbaton_girls_fall_winter_uniform/set?id=112894508&amp;lid=3277372) but without the heavy coat and hat<br><strong>Location:</strong> Bordeaux Carriage/Joined Carriages<br><strong>Date:</strong> September 1st, 2014<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Tai, Camille (briefly), open<br><hr>Mina had known Tai for quite some time. But when she dropped the bombshell on him, for the first time she saw him speechless. It seemed as though time was on his side, as before he could reply to her, a changing booth had just opened up. He held up a finger as if asking Mina to wait a moment, and he quickly made his way in the booth.<br><br>A few moments after, the booth in front of Mina opened up and out stepped a beautifully tall girl. Her hair was dark, and long. She had fair skin, and looked as if she was made of porcelain. She made her way towards Mina, and before the young girl had time to move, the older girl had brushed right by her, knocking her off balance for a moment. Mina looked at the girl, but she just kept walking without a second glance.<br><br>"Some people..." She muttered under her breath as she headed into the booth. Inside, she sat down on the little shelf seat for a moment. <em>Was that really rude of me?</em> She wondered. <em>I mean, just dropping that bomb on him without a warning...</em> She looked down at her feet. <em>Surely, I've soiled our friendship for good now.</em> Mina chastised herself as she began getting into her uniform. Once she had her uniform on, she paused and looked in the mirror for a moment. Mina tucked the yellow flower into her hair once more, and smiled. If things went badly now, at least she would have something to remember Tai by. She took a breath, regained her composure, and stepped out of the booth.<br><br><em>"Never do that again, you nearly gave me a heart attack,"</em> Tai said as he placed a kiss on her hand. She couldn't help the faint blush that adorned her cheeks. Mina opened her mouth to speak, to say she was sorry and that it was rude of her to have put him on the spot so suddenly. But Tai had began talking to her, and what he said was not what she expected to hear.<br><br><em>"First, you and sister are far too lovely for me, let me acknowledge that immediately. I care about you a great deal, Mina...I'd really like to kiss you right now but the thing is...I think I might like to kiss Aki too. What you've posed to me, it seems like I can't make a choice here without hurting someone I don't wish to hurt so you can imagine I'm feeling a bit stymied. Do you need an answer right away? Will you hate me if it's something I need to consider?"</em><br><br>Mina couldn't find the words to say. All she felt was an overwhelming sense of joy that she hadn't broken their friendship with her sudden outburst. Tai was such a great friend to her, she couldn't imagine what she would have done if she lost him. For a moment, she stood there before she realized he needed an answer to his question.<br><br>"Oh, no. Please don't feel like you need to make a decision right now." Mina said, the corners of her lips curled up into a slight smile. "It was rude of me to put you on the spot so suddenly. I'm...really sorry. I hope you don't hate me for doing that." She apologized sincerely.<br><br>"But," Mina added hesitantly, "maybe we could just keep this between us for now? Aki has enough trouble being nervous around anyone but me. That, and I think she would kill me if she knew what I had just told you." She laughed softly, but there was a bit of truth in her words.<br><br>The last thing she wanted to do, was anger or upset her sister...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beauxbatons Academy of Magic - Carriage </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wajin</strong> on <strong>02-03-2014, 15:23:08</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/Llp09JH.png)</div><strong>Character Name (PC):</strong> Olivier Ange<br><strong>Year/House:</strong> Potions/Alchemy Teacher<br><strong>Relationship Status:</strong> Single<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Same suit as the picture<br><strong>Location:</strong> Bern Carriage<br><strong>Date:</strong> September 1st <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Bianca Renard, Open<br><br>Olivier looked Bianca as she asked him if his goal was to create the stone he nodded softly "<strong>Yes, it is. I have long been fascinated by the chance of living forever. I have so many goals I want attained in my life that I can hardly see myself doing them within even a hundred years</strong>" He said honestly as he looked over at her "<strong>During my most recent studies I discussed an idea with my peers... an alchemical solution to world hunger...</strong>" He said, fully aware how insane that sounded, but he didn't care, it was his goal in life to eradicate every single scourge that plagued man.&nbsp; It was a megalomaniac's idea, but he wanted to do it none the less. He looked out the window and smiled happily, saw the familiar grounds around the Academy come into range. He leaned back and sighed happily "<strong>I don't think I will need much help to be honest, it has not been that long since I left the Academy myself, it can't have changed that much since then</strong>" He looked over at Bianca and nodded to her "<strong>It's been a pleasure being in your company, even for this small amount of time. If you ever need someone to talk to, I am always willing to help</strong>" He said as he boldly took her hand and kissed it 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beauxbatons Academy of Magic - Carriage </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Niferbelle</strong> on <strong>03-03-2014, 00:52:41</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/0/04/Tai.png)</div><strong>Character Name PC:</strong> Tai Stardel'est (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=193964.msg9427018#msg9427018)<br><strong>Year/House:</strong> Ombrelune, 2nd year<br><strong>Relationship Status:</strong> Single - though no one's really sure<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> khaki trousers, tropical print shirt, robe worn open over both<br><strong>Location:</strong> Carriage from Bordeaux/joined carriages <br><strong>Date:</strong> September 1st<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Mina, Akiko, Open<br><hr>Tai felt greatly relieved to have the weight of responding to her off his shoulders for the immediate future anyway. It's not that finding out two pretty girls fancy you was a burden but this particular circumstance was delicate. He could hardly imagine himself with a girlfriend at all but it wasn't an idea he would dismiss out of hand either. The school year had yet to&nbsp; begin and already he'd been taken by surprise...he wondered if that was an omen.<br><br>"Of course, I don't want to make Aki any more uncomfortable than she already is," he assured her as they walked back to their seats, now in their uniforms and looking very much the proper Beauxbatons students. He sat and for a moment felt uncharacteristically at a loss for words so he just smiled.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beauxbatons Academy of Magic - Carriage </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SpiralSpider</strong> on <strong>13-03-2014, 06:58:08</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1226.photobucket.com/albums/ee406/Mostly_roleplay_pictures/People/Males/Andrej/7968e38f-8592-4d0a-8600-c85f60b33941_zpsac091115.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> joined carriage<br><strong>Date:</strong> September 1st<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Emilie, Marston, Rei<br><br>The carriage was getting busier and busier by the minute now that everyone was dashing off to get changed. The lonesome Bern carriage had morphed into a bustling transport without Afanassii's noticing, but the distraction of conversation with these enjoyable schoolmates was not something he would complain about. He was happy that he'd made so many acquaintances and so few enemies in so much time aboard. Year two and things were going well enough thus far...<br><br>Emilie's comment about their wand core "club" made him almost snort in laughter. He brought a hand up to cover his scrunched-up face. The girl certainly had a special way of tickling his funny bone. His chuckling took a few moments to calm down and he nodded at her take on what their school must look like. "It is a spectacular sight," he agreed, "I like the fact that their are so many buildings that make up the campus. And it seems to have a lot of history... there is always something new to spark my curiosity. Although... I know that I would be unwelcome to tour the other mansions." He admitted the last with a bit of a reluctant sigh. <br><br>Rei's obervations about Marston made him cock his head quizzically. He wanted to press a bit but decided against it both for the fact that the American man was only just introduced to them and he didn't want to make him uncomfortable and that he was realizing that it would be prudent to get in uniform before too long. He sensed it was as good a time as any to run off to the changing rooms; with any luck the cowboy might appreciate the distraction. He frowned a bit, his lower lip pulling out in a pout as it was wont to do. "Well, I hope you will forgive me... I think it would be particularly unlucky for me to show up at school in such an unprofessional state. I'm going to go slip into the blue suit so I don't receive a scolding. I waited to avoid the crowd... but now I become a bit nervous about all that." &nbsp;He laughed a bit and stood, taking a moment to stretch before turning to head to the changing rooms. Glancing back, he looked at the unlikely trio he had been speaking with. "If I don't return before we arrive, then good luck! I hope we'll run into each other again soon."
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