<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/736x/f6/25/66/f625669e3dfcc1a87b1206de1d83f6c0.jpg)</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> Juliette Belanger (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299655.msg14661968#msg14661968)<br/><strong>YEAR:</strong> Seventh<br/><strong>BLOOD STATUS:</strong> Pureblood<br/><strong>WAND:</strong> 10 ¾ | Beech | Unicorn<br/><strong>WEARING:</strong> Women's uniform<br/><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong> 2 September, 2019 | Evening<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Grand Hall<br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Grand Feast<br/><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> Seven Lions - Freesol (Feat Skyler Stonestreet) (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7-9DJX8NlHU)<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Gamon | Open</td></tr></tbody></table><br/><hr/><br/>Juliette was gifted yet another token from Gamon, in the form of a full fledged smile. She knew the rarity of them and delighted in receiving one. It was met with a smile of her own, flashed in his direction. Even though they were very different in a lot of ways, Juliette enjoyed her time with Gamon. He was a unique soul. Truly, there was no one else out there like him. She envied that about Gamon, among many other parts of his personality.<br/><br/>Sometimes she wished that she could be as blunt and forthcoming as he was. But, that particular characteristic looked much better on him than she imagined it would on her. It suited Gamon, not Juliette.<br/><br/>He declared that he didn’t have to do anything, which was his response whenever she mentioned he didn’t have to do something thoughtful, like make her a present. Juliette’s smile grew a little wider while he tried to minimize his efforts. She chuckled quietly when he gave his reason for making the piece of jewelry, though she hadn’t asked. “Well, then I’m glad I could be of service,” she murmured sweetly.<br/><br/>Juliette closed the box tightly and clutched it to her chest, nodding when he surmised that she liked it. At his mention of wine, Gamon excused himself to go and dip into the black currant bortle in his room. “Just let me know when,” she responded, when he promised they would break her bottle open another night. “Bonne nuit, Gamon.”*<br/><br/>She watched him move from the grand hall, then finished her meal and decided she felt much too old to be babysitting. After draining her cup, she excused herself, dabbed her mouth with her napkin, then set it down and left the table, as well.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">*</div><div class="spoiler_body">Good night, Gamon.</div></div><hr/><div align="center"><em>End.</em></div>