<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> Julliette Belanger | OPEN</td></tr></tbody></table><br/><br/><hr/><br/>Gamon locked eyes with Juliette across the table for a moment. As if challenging her motherly eyebrow perk. He thought to go beyond just ignoring the plate of food in front of him, as he'd originally intended on doing, but to shove it away while keeping his eyes locked to hers. That was childish though and Gamon knew it. He wasn't a child, despite how he acted sometimes. Rash decisions were something he had worked hard to avoid doing, even though they were always the first thought in his mind. If it were anyone else, he might have just rolled his eyes and continued to ignore the plate at the very least.<br/><br/>But for Juliette, he finally submitted and lowered his eyes. Shifting in his seat a little before pulling the plate a little closer and poking the vegetables with his fork. Gamon was currently vegan. He'd been vegan about three years ago too, but he'd read an article two months ago about how it didn't matter if the meat was raised by those in the magical community or the Non–magique, it was either pumped with hormones or potions of all kinds and was terrible for the skin. And health overall. The disgust would last until he got the urge to binge, which had yet to happen. At which time he would likely find some article about how those added potions and hormones were actually proven to enhance hair shine and skin pigment.<br/><br/>For now, he ate a few bites of the steamed and well seasoned vegetables in front of him to satisfy Juliette. While he did, she took the chance to poke at his comments in her own way, "Cute is for children and bunnies. Of which there should be neither here," he gave her a smirk, "If someone can't bother to step up their game to look appropriately presentable, they should just stay sitting down."<br/><br/>"And of course," he smiled this time, something rare for him to do, "Just because I don't like being dirty doesn't mean I am not willing to get dirty," Gamon didn't need fame or money. He felt himself capable of obtaining both of those on his own without having to risk his life to do it. However the allure of simply being better than others was enough to tip himself closer to being willing to put his name in, "If it's not one of the two of us, then does it really matter who?" if anyone could push him into it, it was her.<br/><br/>"I take it your summer was well?"