<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 munched on her dinner while Gamon spoke about how the Academy had gone downhill in recent years. “It’ll really go downhill next year, when we’re no longer around to help keep it up decent.” Her brow raised, perhaps there was a bit of humor in her expression, but she was being quite sincere. Juliette had voluntarily taught several underclassmen the proper ways of etiquette, which was something that seemed to come rather naturally to her. Without her, she hoped they would fair.<br/><br/>Gamon made the point that once they graduated, it shouldn’t matter very much anymore, but Juliette shrugged her shoulders. Perhaps she was still slightly in denial about the fact that she was about to graduate and be done with the Institute for good. It was a rough pill for her to swallow, thinking about starting over in a new chapter of her life, when she wanted to continue reading old chapters for a while longer.<br/><br/>She supposed she would become one of those alumni who still continued to live in the past for a while, even after moving forward. Briefly, Juliette had to wonder what Gamon was planning to do after he said his farewell to Beauxbatons. As he spoke about his summer, Juliette smiled. She could tell that there was something about Gamon’s mother’s jewelry that he rather enjoyed. Perhaps the shop relaxed him, or maybe he just thoroughly enjoyed seeing her talent be put to use.<br/><br/>When he nonchalantly mentioned that he made her a necklace, Juliette was grateful she didn’t have a forkful of steak in her mouth. Her brows skyrocketed and she flushed slightly. “For me? Really? Oh my, Gamon. You sincerely did not have to.” He reached for the box in his pocket and slid it to her. Juliette gave him a gratuitous smile even as she collected it in her hand and brought it closer to herself, to examine.<br/><br/>She opened the box and was immediately touched by the thought, as well as by the work that must have gone into creating the necklace. “Aw, I love it.” She clicked her tongue against the roof of her mouth and looked at it even closer, then peered back at Gamon. “Thank you, so much.” Her free hand went to her chest. “I wish I brought you something. Well, other than the wine in my room,” she chuckled.<br/><br/>Gamon was attempting to settle down the riled up grand hall, but to no avail. Some of the wood nymphs looked over at him as his voice raised, even while they continued serenading everyone. Juliette smiled gently, especially at the idea that Gamon sometimes felt like Beauxbaton’s dad, while she felt like Beauxbaton’s mother. And Flora was sort of the weird aunt, while everyone else would have to be children.