<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> Relocated Hedgie <br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Daniel Delgado. [Closed]</td></tr></tbody></table><br/><br/><hr/><br/>It really helped to have him talk. Daniel was an upperclassman by a few years, and while they hadn’t really spoken in the past he seemed quite friendly. Maybe it was that easy cadence of his voice, the charming glint in his eye or the way that he seemed to actually listen to people -both in conversation as well as reading their body language. Soon she stopped pulling at her fingers altogether and most of those jitters began to melt away.<br/><br/>She was horrible with conversation and she knew that. After her mother had died Bambi had stopped conversing altogether, and it was only by the friendly encouragement of the Herbology professor in her first years of junior education did she finally use her vocal chords again. The professor had been good friends with her mother, and in those years it was a connection that she really needed.<br/><br/>But her voice was still soft and low. Ten years later, that hadn’t changed.<br/><br/>So, having Daniel talk helped. It made it feel as if she wasn’t such a failure with something that came so simply for everyone else. He was kind enough to allow Hedgy to become the distraction, the focus of both of their attention. The hedgehog didn’t seem to mind too terribly, happy to bask in the attention.<br/><br/>“Oh, you don’t owe me anything.” She bit her bottom lip but didn’t blush this time. Maybe that was because she was a little surprised he felt as if he owed her at all. “I mean it was nothing. I-I mean we’re square.” She pulled at her wrist and rocked back onto her heels, effortlessly keeping her balance. “Honest. I appreciate that, though. You’re very kind.” And she meant every word of it. But it didn't seem right to cut the conversation right then and there, certain it would come across rude and perhaps too direct. She read somewhere that the best way to have conversations with people was to get them to talk about themselves. 'Open' questions, things that would allow her to ask questions. She could do this. "So... " This was a horrible start! "Are you... entering the tournament?"