<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 (mentioning Valentin)</td></tr></tbody></table><br/><hr/><br/>It may have looked like an ordinary sort of staring contest to anyone else, but Juliette and Gamon were actually having a bit of a silent conversation with one another, from across the table. She maintained that he had better eat something and he stubbornly protested. In the end, Juliette’s gaze seemed to intensify, her lashes sharpening as both brows perked even higher than before. For a woman who was not yet a mother, she certainly had the motherly looks down.<br/><br/>And if it came to it, she would also be quite good at quintessential motherly guilt trips.<br/><br/>Finally, Gamon gave in and pulled his plate closer, at least humoring Juliette by using his fork to shift some of his vegetables around. Juliette continued to watch while she carried on with eating her steak and vegetables, biting into a fry delicately every so often. Once Gamon took a few of his own bites, she smiled to herself, then appreciatively to him.<br/><br/>To his remarks about cuteness, Juliette had to mull over the words. He had a point, she realized. Still, she would never tell someone that they shouldn’t show up unless they had their best face on. Maybe Valentin had hair that was difficult to tame. Perhaps he was unfamiliar with the abundance of hair products on the market. Or, maybe, unlike Gamon, he just didn’t much care. Which was probably something that Gamon couldn’t easily fathom.<br/><br/>With the Tournament in discussion afterward, Juliette reflected a similar smile back to Gamon as he informed those within earshot that he could get dirty if he had to. Becoming the Champion of Beauxbatons was certain to be one of those things that he had to get dirty for. Juliette chuckled at his comment about how it only mattered if the Champion was one of the two of them. “I would still have to watch all of the trials and root for Beauxbatons, myself. It would be my duty. No?”<br/><br/>Juliette shrugged a humble shoulder while chewing on another fry in response to the question about her summer. “They always seem to go by too quickly. Not that I mind it normally, but since this is our last year, it feels slightly bittersweet this time. Yours?” She inquired politely, sipping some water while she awaited his response.<br/><br/>In the short distance, Valentin was addressing the students. Juliette turned over her shoulder to regard him, with his shaking hand, reading from a piece of paper. A few other students were ignoring him outright, and she thought someone even threw a few peas at him. She shook her head, her long hair shaking softly as she turned to face forward again - waiting until he was finished. Without meeting Gamon’s eyes, she clapped for Valentin as a nicety.