<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/kKiXygt.gif)</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> Gamon Bergier (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299655.msg14664022#msg14664022)<br/><strong>YEAR:</strong> 7th<br/><strong>BLOOD STATUS:</strong> Half Blood<br/><strong>WAND:</strong> 10.5'' | Aspen | Unicorn hair | Springy (https://i.imgur.com/Cghklio.jpg)<br/><strong>WEARING:</strong> Male School Uniform (unfortunately. these pants and this shirt are dreadful), Female School Shoes, Black Gloves From Avatar<br/><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong> Monday, 2 September, 2019 | Evening<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Beauxbatons Grand Hall <br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong> *eyerolling*<br/><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> Your Makeup is Terrible - Alaska Thunderfuck 5000 (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Wl1sT5iylAQ)<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Julliette Belanger | End Scene</td></tr></tbody></table><br/><br/><hr/><br/>Her comment on the school going down more once they left earned her a rare, full smile from him. Juliette was one of the few people who tolerated him and probably the only one that seemed to really understand him. Maybe not fully understand, but she made a genuine attempt to. Which was more than most did. She took him at his prickliest and kept going. He would never say it out-loud, but he did appreciate her. He tended to show it more in actions, like the smile and the necklace, because he wasn't capable of saying those sorts of things. He was sure she understood.<br/><br/>Gamon wasn't without sympathy for his one friend. She was a more sentimental person than he ever was. He knew school ending was going to be hard for her. She'd want to talk about it and reminisce about it. For Juliette, he would bare it while shaming others for being so soft. He supposed she would want to discuss what their plans were for after school ended here soon. It wasn't a talk he was looking forward to. He didn't like the thought of going over the whole<em>'promise we'll keep in touch and still see each other'</em>talk. It was bound to happen soon enough though and he would grit and bare it for her.<br/><br/>"Of course I didn't have to. I never<em>have</em>to do anything," he tried to brush it off as if the necklace was no big deal, "I only do the things I feel better myself as a person and making that added into that. That's all," Gamon couldn't admit that he just liked making it with her in mind. Instead, he had to make it part of his on going fantasy where he was evolving himself as a person who was some kind of robotic being without real emotions, "But I am pleased you like it," he could at least say that and he was sure that would tell her all she needed to know about it, "Wine is always a more than appropriate gift for me. You know that."<br/><br/>At the mention of that and the fact that things were not going to change in here for the remainder of the meal, Gamon lost his appetite, "Speaking of wine. I have a black currant bottle in my room. I think I'll go enjoy that and we can share your bottle another night," he took a few more bites of his food to keep her satisfied before fully excusing himself, "We'll talk more later," before leaving the table, he gave her another smile. With that, he felt his obligations to the school on first night had been fulfilled and left for his room.