<div class="floatleft">(https://media.discordapp.net/attachments/547175522283552769/551121358290157573/file_171569_0_Elizabeth-Olsen-ASOS.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> 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> Same as picture with these jeans/shoes (https://s7d9.scene7.com/is/image/LuckyBrandJeans/7W13943_450_1?$productMainDesktop$)<br/><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong> Saturday, 26 October, 2019 | Early Afternoon<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Black Lake<br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Are the rumors true?<br/><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> Said The Sky - Show and Tell (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Dvtj4fzSkiw)<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Michael | Closed</td></tr></tbody></table><br/><hr/><br/>Juliette could still hardly believe what was happening. It all felt so illusory, like none of it was real. Yet, that kiss was proof enough that Michael was a part of authentic reality. After she suggested the moment, the kiss, their connection, everything… could only be described with one word; perfect, Michael stammered adorably over his concurrence, but agreed, nonetheless.<br/><br/>The droplets he had left on her cheek and wrist slid down her skin, reminding her that they were there. She chuckled quietly, reaching up with her sleeve and wiping her cheek lightly. It wasn’t that she minded the moisture, especially not when it came from the likes of Michael, but when they parted from their embrace, the cold crept over her again, making the water feel like iclces.<br/><br/>His wide grin was looking down at her and Juliette’s cheeks burned again, as her own smile stretched and highlighted her features. They could have probably stayed like that for another hour, just standing in front of each other, giggling and smiling at one another. But, Juliette did feel rather bad - even if Michael told her not to apologize for it - about interrupting him.<br/><br/>To say that this experience was entirely unique for Juliette was an understatement. She never kissed strangers. She never even kissed on the first date. It had been a rule of hers ever since she turned an age appropriate for dating. Likewise, she more often than not took things slowly when it came to relationships. After all, her intention in dating was never to hook up, it was to learn about becoming a proper girlfriend and eventually, an ideal wife.<br/><br/>Michael answered her question about what came next, a bit absently. Perhaps her being there really had thrown a massive wrench in things for him. When he mentioned putting a shirt on and getting dry, Juliette felt her cheeks burn a little deeper while she nodded her head in agreement. Not that she minded the sight - quite the contrary - however, she couldn’t blame him for wanting to be dry and completely clothed.<br/><br/>Juliette turned around when Michael started searching for his shirt, then spotted it on the very tree where she had set down her water bottle. What were the chances of that? She smirked gently to herself, then turned to face Michael again, tilting her head, as if to lead him over to the tree. He mentioned that he didn’t have plans for the afternoon, which made Juliette wonder if he was inviting her to spend more time with him. She hoped that was what it meant.<br/><br/>As they moved closer to the tree, Michael asked if she had plans. Juliette took a moment to think of her answer, waiting until they reached the tree. She bent down and picked up her water bottle, holding it loosely in her hands, rotating it between her palms. “Well, I heard about a party happening somewhere.” She waved it off, her head shaking as if to show her disinterest.<br/><br/>“But, I’m not much for parties. Call me a stick in the mud,” she joked, laughing softly. “I just don’t drink much. I love a nice wine with dinner. But I’m not really one for the partying scene.” She confessed, sucking on her lips as she looked to him again, wondering what his take was on parties. “I hadn’t planned on attending, so… I suppose I’m free, as well.” She added, a chipper tone in the words.