<div class="floatleft">(https://www.indiewire.com/wp-content/uploads/2018/02/screen-shot-2018-02-27-at-11-07-34-am.png?w=780)</div><div class="floatright">(https://vignette.wikia.nocookie.net/harrypotter/images/e/ea/BeauxbatonsCrestClearBg.png/revision/latest/scale-to-width-down/350?cb=20160630041801)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>NAME:</strong> Florian Fournier (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299655.msg14666182#msg14666182)<br/><strong>YEAR:</strong> 5th<br/><strong>BLOOD STATUS:</strong> HALFBLOOD<br/><strong>WAND:</strong> 10 ¾ inches, whippy - Walnut - Unicorn Hair<br/><strong>WEARING:</strong> Beauxbatons Uniform<br/><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong> Monday, Sept. 2nd, Dinner<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Beauxbatons Great Hall<br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Vast Amusement<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Mentioned: Ria, Valentin, Bambi, Eliza</td></tr></tbody></table><br/><br/><hr/>It was that back at Beauxbatons time of year again, and just like everyone since his first, Florian was settling back into the scene with the save relish a tired person might settle into the warms waters of a perfect bath.  All that was missing was the heated “Ahhh….” of contentment, instead Florian was enjoying a laugh with his usual crowd.  Sharing tales of their respective summers, some true while others where at best heavily embellished, Florian drew as quiet as all those around him when their Headmistress appeared, although like a good half of the population, it was as much in anticipation as it was from pure respect.<br/><br/>“Mon dieu…” Florian breathed as the Headmistress flowed past, his green eyes drinking in every detail.  “Oh, but that is the most amazing of women…” He continued, his eyes trailing from Flora’s calves, back up and down again until at last she was lost behind the lecturn, and then he merely studied her face and hair.  Truly, a remarkable woman.  While normal the Headmistress’s speech flowed over him with barely a registered word, this one was quite special, even if it was a bit light on details.  “The Triwizard Tournament?  Hogwarts? Now, this could be just the type if thing I need…” Florian mused to himself, his head already spinning with the possibilities, when strangeness seemed to explode all around the Grand Hall.<br/><br/>First, Valentin the Poorly Named remained standing with the rest of the school took their seats, apparently to approach the head table.   “Oh, but this will certainly be good…” Florian grinned, more than a little maliciously.  Valentin, a few year behind him, was the brother of the very fascinating 7th year Ria, and this was just the kind of thing that would get to her, and perhaps give him something to discuss.  After all, Florian was not usually in the habit of chasing older girls specifically, but it was damned hard to see past a see through blouse, after all.  “Yes, this will be good.  It can hardly get bet…” Florian started to say when the Hall doors banged open and Eliza Campbell came spilling in.<br/><br/>“I stand corrected.”  Florian interrupted himself, grinning wide and openly as the poor thing stood and wallowed her way to her seat, all the while trying to catch her eye, or that of her little friend Bambi.  All to no avail he was afraid.  A perfectly perfect smirk wasted then.  When Valentin rattled off about this or that, surprisingly managing to not get hexed by a Professor the entire time, Florian shook his head sadly.  If that fellow was DESIGNING ways to remain a virgin, he could hardly be doing a better job.  Finally, the weirdo was done with assuring his virginity, although from the way Eliza cheered, he had at least one prospect.<br/><br/>Speaking of prospects, Florian had the idea then to look around and see if Valentin’s sister was either laughing or seething at her brother’s antics.   For the life him Florian could not get a read on the older party girl, and he felt he had been missing more signals than usual lately.<br/>