<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/>All of the chatter about their favorite dishes was starting to make Juliette even hungrier. Her tummy rumbled quietly, making her blush deepen a shade or two. She hoped Michael hadn’t heard and averted her gaze down to the menu in front of her, where she scanned over a few options for dinner.<br/><br/>In the back of her mind, Juliette had to wonder about Michael’s cooking influences. Did he have a mother who prepared his favorites frequently? Could another woman match the talent and skill that she may have possessed? Was Michael the one cooking his own favorite dishes? Or, did he simply eat whatever he found?<br/><br/>When he remarked that he would love for her to cook for him, Juliette beamed back at him from across the table. Her head tilted when he concurred with her comment about French equivalents, suggesting that his favorites weren’t overly complex to make. “It might be fun to learn how to prepare them together,” she half suggested, half replied.<br/><br/>That conversation reached a halt, though, when Michael unexpectedly and without explanation, apologized. Juliette couldn’t think of a reason for his apology, so she questioned it. Again he apologized, which made her lips curl and a soft, almost inaudible chuckle escaped her. He pointed out all of his blemishes and imperfections, remarking that his love for animals was what created the markings on his skin.<br/><br/>He turned his hand around so that his palm was facing the ceiling. Juliette’s gaze flashed downward, immediately spotting the scar that seemed to overwhelm the majority of the surface. Her fingertips danced along the line. For a moment, she held her breath, thinking about how deep the cut must have been to leave such a slash behind.<br/><br/>She frowned at the idea of him bleeding, in pain, potentially hurt even worse from an animal who didn’t understand his good intentions. Michael compared his flawed skin to her apparently flawless skin, making her nose wrinkle and her head shake slowly. “I’m far from perfect,” she confessed. Though it was almost with a pained voice. As if she thought such a thing were achievable, and she simply hadn’t gotten there yet.<br/><br/>Michael smiled at her just the same, his thicker digits caressing her palm. “But thank you,” she grinned, clearly flattered. After biting on her lower lip without realizing it, she parted her lips to take in a sharp breath, then braced herself. “I don’t mind. I mean, your scars tell the story of who you are. You don’t need to apologize for them, ever.” Her head shook sternly. When she was still again, she stared into his eyes for a bit. “I hope you’re safe, though.”<br/><br/>It was much too soon in their ‘relationship’ for Juliette to be talking about changing Michael, so she stopped short of telling him that she wished he wouldn’t put himself in such dangerous situations. Perhaps that wasn’t what happened. Maybe it was just bad timing or circumstances. Juliette squeezed his hand lightly. “I wouldn’t want anything to happen to you.”<br/><br/>With that, she finally released his hand and perused the menu more fully. “Oh, talking about all that delicious food has made me so hungry. We should really put in our orders.” As if the waitress had overheard, she came bounding over and asked them for their orders. Juliette pointed to the menu, then requested a dish of shepherd’s pie along with a salad.<br/><br/>She folded up her menu and handed it to the woman, who didn’t write the order down but seemed to - hopefully - retain the information. Both the waitress and Juliette then looked to Michael expectantly, for his order.