<div class="floatleft">(https://d1w8cc2yygc27j.cloudfront.net/296226285191603483/7577340293898857544.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> Same as picture with these jeans/shoes (https://s7d9.scene7.com/is/image/LuckyBrandJeans/7W13943_450_1?$productMainDesktop$)<br/><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong> Saturday, 26 October, 2019 | Evening<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Three Broomsticks<br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong> It's true, I crave you<br/><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> Flight Facilities - Crave You (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZeaIvjoH1FY)<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Michael | Closed</td></tr></tbody></table><br/><hr/><br/>After walking back to Hogwarts castle, Juliette returned to the borrowed dorm that she would call hers for the rest of the school year. She spent some time getting herself ready for what she was calling a dinner date with Michael. Her stomach was filled with frenzied butterflies as she went through her closet in search of a dress. Her smile widened when she found a satin black number that was perfectly fitting for the occasion. It was just conservative enough to leave plenty to the imagination but just suggestive enough to make him wonder a little harder than normal. At least, that was the aim.<br/><br/>Admittedly, when Juliette was ready to leave, she felt a sinking feeling at the realization that she wasn’t sure how to get to Hogsmeade village. Just as she remembered being given a map of the castle and its tunnels, Juliette heard a knock on her door. She was surprised to find Michael standing there, offering to escort her to the Three Broomsticks. Juliette smiled gratefully, that same bashful smile as before which made her cheeks turn pink. Tucking her hand against the crook of his elbow, they walked together through the halls and into a tunnel which led them straight to Hogsmeade.<br/><br/>On the way there, they talked about simple things. The trip from Beauxbatons to Hogwarts, the possibilities of what might be seen in each trial of the Triwizard tournament, how the food served at both schools compared to one another. When they reached the Three Broomsticks, Juliette released Michael’s arm and they found a place to sit in a quiet corner. There were a few patrons here and there, but it wasn’t overly crowded. The place was slightly smoky and smelled of pumpkin, among other scents rising up from the dinner plates of some other customers. Quickly enough, someone stopped by the table to ask them for their drink orders.<br/><br/>“I’ve always wanted to try a butterbeer.” She smiled, her features brightening at the idea of finally getting a chance to taste one. Juliette looked to Michael, seated across from her at the small table and waited to hear his drink order, finding herself curious about what he had a taste for on that particular evening.