<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/kKiXygt.gif)</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> Gamon Bergier (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299655.msg14664022#msg14664022)<br/><strong>YEAR:</strong> 7th<br/><strong>BLOOD STATUS:</strong> Half Blood<br/><strong>WAND:</strong> 10.5'' | Aspen | Unicorn hair | Springy (https://i.imgur.com/Cghklio.jpg)<br/><strong>WEARING:</strong> Male School Uniform (unfortunately. these pants and this shirt are dreadful), Female School Shoes, Black Gloves From Avatar<br/><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong> Monday, 2 September, 2019 | Evening<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Beauxbatons Grand Hall <br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong> *eyerolling*<br/><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> Your Makeup is Terrible - Alaska Thunderfuck 5000 (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Wl1sT5iylAQ)<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Mentioning: Valentin | OPEN</td></tr></tbody></table><br/><br/><hr/><br/>Being here tonight was nothing more than a formality. Gamon had no intentions on eating tonight. It wasn't that the food wasn't up to his standards, he just wasn't feeling in a eating mood. The real purpose of coming to the feast was to be seen. He wanted people who wished he wouldn't come back see that he had indeed come back. There was also the mild socializing that he did enjoy. It was always nice to see what new train wrecks were joining their school. It was impossible for him not to let his disapproval show on his face as they walked by. There was the rare one or two that managed to catch his attention that he made note to introduce himself to later on. But for the most part, Gamon was only here to be seen so people couldn't say he skipped out.<br/><br/>He cocked a non-existent eyebrow up at the mention of the Triwizard Tournament, though sneered a little hearing that it would be at Hogwarts<em>again</em>. Did that school have to do everything? Why couldn't someone else in a more desirable environment host it? It was so dreary that side of the country. Ugly. The whispers started and he rolled his eyes a little bit. People discussing who would be going and who would be staying. People trying to convince others not to go and the like. It was going to be a month of nothing but chatter about this and that seemed incredibly boring, "What do you think about it, Gamon?" someone around him said his name and drew his attention, "Would you do something like that?"<br/><br/>He sneered, "Go to Hogwarts? It's disgusting. It's going to be cold, rainy, and gross," he rolled his eyes a little, "But of course I'm going. Anyone who doesn't offer themselves up to go is obviously a reject of some sort...speaking of rejects..." Gamon's eyes rolled again as he saw Valentin make his way up to the staff table. He'd seen the other wizard's post on the Maginet. What was with that guy? And that hair?<br/><br/>"I think he's kind of cute..." the witch next to him chimed in.<br/><br/>"Of course you do. You have wonderful fashion sense, which means your choices in men are terrible. It's a curse...As appreciative as I am of a person with a confident and quirky personality, no one with hair like that represents me in any capacity," Gamon didn't keep his voice low. He didn't care if Valentin heard him or not.