<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/m0Zmu2N.jpg)</div><div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/MbTutcl.png)</div><br/><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>NAME:</strong> Bambi “Bam” Trémaux  (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299655.msg14665939#msg14665939)<br/><strong>YEAR:</strong> Third Year<br/><strong>BLOOD STATUS:</strong> Pureblood<br/><strong>WAND:</strong> 9 ¾ inches / Rosewood / Unicorn Hair (https://i.imgur.com/ZLtC9NW.jpg)<br/><strong>WEARING:</strong> As pictured above.<br/><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong> 13th September, Mid-Morning <br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Beauxbaton Library<br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Misplaced hedgehogs. <br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Daniel Delgado. [Closed]</td></tr></tbody></table><br/><br/><hr/><br/>As usual, classes didn’t seem to ease anyone into the subjects of the new year, and if Bambi were being honest, she was half convinced that the faculty was more eager than ever to fill student’s heads with information and expected a flawless performance in return. She had spent the majority of the summer with her nose stuffed in books to try and make up the difference of a ‘paltry performance’ over the following years, and while she certainly wasn’t the worst student to perform, her grades did little to inspire her distant father. It was difficult not to slip into the routine of self-doubt and self-loathing, but Eliza’s bubbly personality was a great help and she found herself pushing forward, regardless. After all, it wasn’t likely she would be one of the chosen to go to Hogwarts, anyway, especially since Bambi had no intention of entering the competition. Leave the glory and fame for those smarter and more daring than she. Bambi had a hard enough time figuring out what was on the curriculum.<br/><br/>So, not so unexpectedly, she found herself spending her free time in the library on a warm Friday morning rather than enjoying the fresh air and the out of doors. There were no classes for her today, and so Bambi intended to use this chance to study up on her most challenging class by far: Defense Against the Dark Arts.<br/><br/>“<em>A Compendium of Common Curses and their Counter Actions</em>” sat just above two other titles at her table, “<em>The Dark Forces: A Guide To Self-Protection,</em>” by Quentin Trimble, as well as a much thicker novel called “<em>The Rise and Fall of the Dark Arts</em>.” She had every intention of sticking her nose inside, of doing her father proud by acing the test on Tuesday. She really did.<br/><br/>But something didn’t belong in the library and it caught her attention. Small, prickly, with a cute little face and swift little legs that allowed it to scurry away from its owner. She recognizes the hedgehog as Hedgie, and as it darted past her chair Bambi lifted her eyes in hopes of seeing the upperclassman that owned it hot on its heels.<br/><br/>Nothing.<br/><br/>“Uh-oh.” She stood to her feet and smoothed the skirt of her dress, balancing on the spikes of her heels without so much as a wobble. Bambi may have been completely average with her studies and she was far from athletic, but one thing the woman did have was in spades was the same liquid grace as a cat. It was just a shame that didn’t mean anything in the wizarding world.<br/><br/>Hedgie blinked beady little eyes at her from where it peered from beneath the table, right beside the one she had stacked with books. Perhaps Hedgie was frightened,  it didn’t so much as turn around when the woman reached to scoop it up into her palm and instead it wiggled its pointed little nose at her in gratitude. “Poor thing,” she cooed, “are you frightened?” She didn’t speak hedgehog, but it didn’t bite or claw into her hand so she figured it was safe to assume they were on the same page.<br/><br/>When she turned to search for the owner, she came face to chest with someone else instead, frowning instantly when she recognized the cloying cologne.<br/><br/>Ivo. She didn’t remember his last name but with a reputation<em>he</em>had you didn’t need one. He was a student in his sixth year, with an inflated ego and more interest in crude commentary and filling the halls with catcalls and whistles than contributing in any meaningful way. Most of the time the library was safe from creeps like him, but it seemed today was not her day.<br/><br/>“Bambi!” She cringed upon hearing her full name, carefully side-stepping his attempt to plant an uninvited and all too familiar kiss on her cheek. Her grace carried her easily to the other side of the table to keep some distance between them but felt even that was closer than she would have liked. “What’s a pretty little thing like you doing inside? Wouldn’t you rather be digging your bare feet in the sand on the beach?”<br/><br/>She exhaled through her nose, tucking Hedgie almost protectively against her chest as if to shield the little critter from Ivo’s attention. She wouldn’t put it past the creep to turn his attention on things<em>other</em>than lone women. He was an absolute coward in crowds. “It’s a library, Ivo, and we’re at university. I don’t think it’s too hard to understand<em>what</em>I’m doing here. I would appreciate it if you left me to my studies.”<br/><br/>She felt her face twist in disgust as he tried a roguish grin -’creaton’, came to mind- and leaned against her books with his palm flat on the covers. He lowered his voice in a suggestive manner that had her cheeks burning in no short order. “Need a study partner? I’m great with oral examinations.”<br/><br/>If Hedgie wasn’t so cute -or a living creature- she had half a mind to throw it at him.<br/><br/>It was a shame she was so horrible with curses. Watching him vomit slugs would have been quite satisfying right about now.<br/>