<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/z1bHpuX.jpg)</div><div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/MbTutcl.png)</div><br/><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>NAME:</strong> Bambi “Bam” Trémaux  (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299655.msg14665939#msg14665939)<br/><strong>YEAR:</strong> Third Year<br/><strong>BLOOD STATUS:</strong> Pureblood<br/><strong>WAND:</strong> 9 ¾ inches / Rosewood / Unicorn Hair (https://i.imgur.com/ZLtC9NW.jpg)<br/><strong>WEARING:</strong> Beauxbaton Uniform, with her hair in fishtail braid<br/><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong> 2nd September, Evening<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Beauxbaton Great Hall<br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Opening Feast-- Student Council?<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Eliza and Valentin</td></tr></tbody></table><br/><br/><hr/><br/>Valentin ran around the table.<br/><br/>What was he doing? Where was he going? A slow arch of her brow pulled at the fair features of her face and she directed that confused expression at Eliza. “Uhm,” apparently others were having the same thought. Nearby students muttered their questions while a few of them stifled laughter. More than one set of eyes rolled with exasperation, one of which belonged to the student who quickly left their seat to get far away from Valentin. By that time Bambi was no less confused but managed to wrestle control over her face.<br/><br/>Immediately he went on about the student council and if the speech in front of the university wasn’t enough to suggest that he was quite serious, this one was convincing. It seemed that this was more than a fleeting thought and was something Valentin firmly believed in. In theory, she didn’t see much harm with his suggestions. In reality, she didn’t know what<em>she</em>would be able to offer as far as help. Bambi wasn’t horrible with school… but she certainly didn’t breeze through it. Her grades were average, her list of friends was quite short and while her auntie<em>was</em>the Headmistress of Beauxbaton they weren’t exactly close.<br/><br/>Even still, the idea of doing something significant to help the school was charming. It could be good work. It could help a lot of students and maybe provide her with that -something- she was lacking.<br/><br/>But it was also a commitment she didn’t think she could make. Sheepishly, with that rosy glow once more on her cheeks, Bambi began to play with her braid while casting a few flicks of her crystalline eyes to her friend. She had no doubt that Eliza would be supportive. Just another thing she loved about her.<br/><br/>“I’m sorry, Valentin.” She began, honest with her remorse. “I don’t think I would make a good fit. But it’s a noble cause. I support it, and I’ll be glad to assist when time allows it. I uh…” she fumbled with her words a little, not entirely sure how to phrase just what she meant. “With class, with this tournament, I just don’t think I can commit.” But most of all, she just didn’t want to let anyone down.