<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/QLB4q0X.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> This dress, (https://i.imgur.com/mjbiyxR.jpg) with these heels (https://i.imgur.com/3b0VDty.jpg) and these braids (https://i.imgur.com/14LB8OF.jpg)<br/><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong> October 26th, Evening<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Darley Penthouse<br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Unexpected curveball.<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Raynor, Rhys, Open</td></tr></tbody></table><br/><br/><hr/><br/>And with a blinding flash, the joy was gone, replaced with cruel, biting words and absolute confusion. She had missed something. Somewhere she had missed some crucial warning and Bambi struggled to find the logical explanation behind it all. Maybe she would have had an easier time if his words weren’t ringing in her ears as her smile melted from her face. The woman was… mortified. From her perspective, he had just snapped her picture and called her something horrible. Or had he? Tracers were left in her blue eyes as she blinked quickly to try and clear her vision.<br/><br/>What did she do to stop this? She abhorred conflict. Already she could feel herself closing off and shutting down but there was outrage waring in her head as well as the desire to see where there was a misunderstanding.<br/><br/>Apparently, there wasn’t any. With a gentle nudge, Raynor stepped to her front and the very<em>last</em>thing she wanted to happen was about to erupt in front of her. She didn’t do well with confrontation. But she did even worse with violence and as far as she was concerned it had no place here. Not only was it beyond disrespectful to their hostess, but this gathering of schools was also supposed to instill community and friendship. Not quarrels over...<em>Oh.</em><br/><br/>Enlightenment. Rhys had been hitting on her and she completely missed it. Now it made sense, even if she disagreed with his methods. She had assumed the redhead was his girlfriend, had assumed his good-nature had been genuine. Everyone at Beauxbaton knew how thick she could be, how absolutely oblivious. It seemed Rhys was getting that introduction now but it wasn’t one that she was able to just shrug off and explain away.<br/><br/>“<acronym title="No! Don’t do it.">Non! Fais pas ça</acronym>.” She grabbed Raynor’s wrist before anyone started getting any bright ideas, like pulling out their wands or throwing their fists. The heat on her face was immense, supernova, and while her voice was thick with a strained calm she kept her eyes averted. “It seems there was a misunderstanding. I apologize for that, Rhys.” With Raynor’s wrist in hand, she pulled at the Nord's arm to lead him away. Anywhere, really, so long as it was far enough away to cool the flared tempers. “Enjoy the rest of your evening.”<br/><br/>Outside sounded like a good idea. She needed some fresh air to soothe her cheeks and clear her head. Perhaps even a stronger drink.<br/>