<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> | ‘The Skinny Bitches’ Bab s&amp; Ria</td></tr></tbody></table><br/><br/><hr/><br/>The collective whispering was no longer something that Eliza bothered herself wondering about. She didn’t give a good goddamn if anyone was whispering about the way the flesh on her arm jiggled when she clapped, or that there was no lack of stares in her direction from the more “appropriate” students. There was nothing anyone here could say that was any more awful than what she’d grown up hearing, so there was no use in fretting. Besides, with Bam by her side, Eliza felt less likely to be the target of bullying.<br/><br/>Pretty people obeyed pretty people.<br/><br/>However, the usual brightness in Eliza’s eyes darkened as her eyes fell on the pair of skinny witches from earlier -- the ones who had tricked her into traipsing all the way up to the Astronomy tower in hopes that she would miss the banquet altogether. Regardless of how light-hearted she was, Eliza had not become bulletproof by allowing herself to be walked on and when she was certain the bitches were looking, she flipped both middle fingers up, and then after a moment, drew them across her throat in a clear threatening gesture.<br/><br/><strong>“I’ll make the fookin’ guillotine a thing again, you basic cunts,”</strong>she promised without lowering her voice whatsoever, or tearing her gaze from Thing 1 and Thing 2.<br/><br/>Valentin provided a much needed distraction however, and her eyes instantly brightened when he caught her attention, acting as if she hadn’t just fatally threatened her fellow students.<br/><br/><strong>“Hi!”</strong>she greeted, taking his hand without a second thought and shaking firmly. For a moment, she could hear her father’s voice in her head reminding her not to<em>“squeeze the piss outta ‘im”</em>and she lightened her grip while clearing her own throat of the lump that formed at the memory of her late dad. Thankfully, the silliness of how Valentin presented a fist-bump to Bambi caused Eliza’s plump lips to pull into a smile.<br/><br/>Sadly for Valentin, Eliza’s French was positively abysmal, but she had the patience and experience for fumbling English speakers.<br/><br/><acronym title="You make a good speech"><strong>“Tu fais un bon discours! Uh…”</strong></acronym>Her accent was so thick that any French that came out was likely unrecognizable or comedic to the point of being insulting.<acronym title="I still have interest in your organization"><strong>“J'ai toujours, ah... de l'intérêt pour... votre organisation…?”</strong></acronym>