<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/D7ElEmQ.png)</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>     </td><td>Eliza Campbell (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299655.msg14664026#msg14664026)</td></tr><tr><td><strong>YEAR:</strong>     </td><td>Fourth</td></tr><tr><td><strong>BLOOD STATUS:</strong>     </td><td>Halfblood</td></tr><tr><td><strong>WAND:</strong>     </td><td>10 ½” | Chestnut | Unicorn Hair | Springy (https://i.imgur.com/2e8tNWl.png)</td></tr><tr><td><strong>WEARING:</strong>     </td><td>As Pictured</td></tr><tr><td><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong>     </td><td>September 2nd, 2019 | Dinner Time</td></tr><tr><td><strong>LOCATION:</strong>     </td><td>Beauxbatons Grand Hall</td></tr><tr><td><strong>CONTENT:</strong>     </td><td>R U Grabbing the Means of Production, Or…?</td></tr><tr><td><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong>     </td><td>Iggy Azalia - Mo Bounce (https://youtu.be/YQ2xtWgBlzk)</td></tr><tr><td><strong>TAGGING:</strong>     </td><td><strong>Bambi Trémaux</strong> | <strong>Valentin Delestrac</strong></td></tr></tbody></table><br/><br/><hr/><br/>As a young girl, Eliza had been easily hurt by the disgusted reactions of her peers but at 21, the Ozzy had enough practice being the butt of everyone’s joke to just expect it and not let it phase her. It wouldn’t have mattered if she’d come through that door with all the grace of Princes fookin’ Diana -- the arrogant masses would still jeer and snub her, either for her heritage, appearance, or colorful choice of vernacular. As girls scooted away from her on the bench, Eliza seemed to grow more comfortable, allowing her shoulders and belly to relax so that she could take up what space she wanted.<br/><br/>If they were going to give it to her then she wasn’t going to deny them.<br/><br/>From her left, Eliza heard a familiar French accent whisper in her ear.<br/><br/><em>“Are you all right?”</em><br/><br/>Mid-bite, Eliza looked and let out a loud holler of joy upon seeing the familiar face of Bambi Trémaux.<br/><br/><strong>“Bam!”</strong>she cheered joyfully, using the affectionate nickname that she had coined for the tiny blonde bombshell over the summer. After a quick side-hug, Eliza dropped her croissant onto her plate.<strong>“Fuck me dead, am I happy to see you,”</strong>she said, and though she was smiling when she said it, there was still a palpable sense of relief in her expression upon seeing such a friendly face.<br/><br/><strong>“Pfft, I’m fine,”</strong>Eliza said with a dismissive wave of her hand, this time lowering her voice so that she wouldn’t interrupt the speech.<strong>“You’ve seen me take worse spills than that,”</strong>she added conspiratorially. Bambi had proven to be kind and considerate from the very beginning, offering to buy Eliza coffee or a taxi to make sure the pissed Ozzy would arrive home safely. The two had become fast friends when Bambi found Eliza mid-morning in Paris doing an unmistakable walk-of-shame while still drunk from the night-before’s mayhem.<br/><br/><em>“I suppose that was one way to leave a first impression.”</em><br/><br/><strong>“Yeah, it wasn’t what I planned but it’s probably better this way, now everyone’s expectations are so low that if I show up to classes with my uniform on right, they’ll think it’s a step in the right direction.”</strong><br/><br/>Looking suddenly surprised at the physical touch, Eliza froze as Bam’s hand came closer, following with her big hazel eyes as Bambi petted some of her hair back into its proper place.<br/><br/><strong><em><em>Thank god for Bam.</em></em></strong><br/><br/>Eliza would have loved to jibber-jabber with her friend some more, but she didn’t want to be rude during a speech. Turning her attention back to the front of the Grand Hall where the skinny young man was holding a shaking piece of paper in front of the lecture, Eliza leaned her head towards her friend while keeping her eyes on the speaker.<br/><br/><em>“That’s Valentin Delestrac. I think he’s in his third or fourth year.”</em><br/><br/>Eliza sat as tall as she could to see over a nearby witch’s Beauxbatons hat. Valentin Delestrac.<br/><br/><strong>“He’s cute. In a scared, rabbit sort of way. Bloody skinny though, I could pick my teeth with him,”</strong>she commented in a quiet<em>er</em>whisper than the one she’d been using earlier.<br/><br/>Though she was far away, she could still hear the speech if she strained to listen, and soon the impassioned words of Valentin’s speech soon grabbed Eliza’s attention and refused to release it. Though he was not yet a powerful or perhaps even effective public speaker, it was clear that the man had a vision and a clear interest in public service.<br/><br/>Also, now once Eliza heard him mention the Student Union, she had the missing piece of her puzzle and recognized Valentin Delestrac as @CitoyanDelestrac, his Hooter handle.<br/><br/><em>“The Beauxbâtons Student Union's mission is to defend and promote the rights and interests, both individual and collective, of its student population, in addition to representing the student population with regard to the academy's administration, as well as the Ministry of Magic… The Union has also the mission of promoting collective and political awareness among its members, in other words, you and me. To do so, the Union functions in a democratic process revolving around general assemblies where issues will be discussed and the Union, and thus the student body, will take official position which will act as a means of pressure on relevant actors. Throughout the world, a handful of wizards in fancy robes attempt to impose their version of what education should be to us. One day they might increase tuition on a whim, causing many of us around here not to be able to pursue our studies due to potential greed and mismanagement. One day they might unjustly cause grievance over the academic performance of a student in a particular class. To prepare for such days, the Union is there to organize and unite the student population into a single force. Remember this, comrades, unity makes strength!  I hereby invite you all to a General Assembly a week from now in this hall, after classes, on September 9th. Paraphrasing Marx here, we must let the ruling classes tremble at our union. We have nothing to lose but our chains. We have a world to win. Thank you.”</em><br/><br/>No sooner had the speech ended did Eliza start clapping, wearing a large smile on her face.<br/><br/><strong>“Yeah! WOO WOO!”</strong>she cheered, though she quickly stopped when she realized that she was the only one.