<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/sPYs4Y8.jpg)</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> Ria Delestrac (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299655.msg14658834#msg14658834)<br/><strong>YEAR:</strong> Year 7<br/><strong>BLOOD STATUS:</strong> Half-Blood<br/><strong>WAND:</strong> 12 | Vine | Veela hair<br/><strong>WEARING:</strong> Uniform, but jacket is open with a see through mesh top and dark black bra. <br/><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong> Monday, 2 September, 2019 | Evening<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Beauxbatons Grand Hall <br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Sibling Trashing, Being Hungover<br/><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> Royals - Otep (https://youtu.be/JPs5jCKNTf0)<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Valentin, Juliette, Gamon, Flora (M), Babs (M), Florian (M)</td></tr></tbody></table><br/><br/><hr/><br/>There was a time when Ria thought that Beauxbatons was going to be a great adventure and escape away from her homely family lifestyle. A traditional nuclear French family. Well upbringing that didn't mind sticking their hands in the earth to make something of themselves. If they were going to use their blood, sweat, and tears to make something--it may as well been wine. Ria was no stranger to the delicious tastes of alcoholic substances, but she preferred the harder liquor kind. It got her drunker fast and truthfully she preferred that over her sober self. Or in this case... her incredibly hungover self.<br/><br/>Ria had decided that it would be a fantastic idea to invite everyone she knew over to a rocking five star party with bottles and bottles of champagne, drugs, cigarettes, and even a bit of hash passed around freely. It was to celebrate the summer and how gloriously free it had been. To be whoever the fuck she wanted to be, and not having to worry about minding her manners and behaving in such a ridiculously proper way all the time. Often times Ria would part her full crimson painted lips and stick out her soft pink tongue in protest. In reality, she should have been lucky to be at one of the most prestigious schools to hone in her magic and learn how to be a proper mage. Yet, Ria just wanted to live a life of rich thrills, and who could blame her.<br/><br/>No one but herself, which was the exact person she had to blame for the throbbing hangover brimming on the front of her forehead. Her hair looked like it hadn't been washed since the precious night, messy with curls pointing in every direction, and parted over half of her throbbing head. Her skin was perfectly white, with a small glimmer on the height of her cheekbones. She had on her traditional pieces of clothing with her own flare added. Not caring if it got her in trouble with the headmistress. What would she do... kick her out of Beaxbatons? (In truth, that scenario was possibly more likely than her actually graduating)<br/><br/>The jacket was open and she had on a black mesh top underneath. This time she at least had a dark black bra covering her teardrop shaped tits, so not everyone would see the outline of her areola and if her nipples were hard or not. She wasn't going to make<em>that</em>much of a statement on the first day of school, although she probably would have liked the attention and thrill of it. Her hat was at her hand, as she didn't feel like dealing with the wild curls to pull them back into a bun today. Ria's lips were painted a bright, brimming red that contrasted with her pale skin perfectly. Most of all, she had on a pair of the darkest sunglasses to shield her bloodshot eyes.<br/><br/>Ria was obviously hungover. That would be obvious to the stench of floral smelling perfume to hide the lingering scent of alcohol. Still, she made it in line on time to walk with her fellow students in unison. Even taking that one moment of the grand entry to awkwardly balance her hat on top of her thick hair and make her way into getting some fucking food to nurse this hangover. Or a shot of something to soothe the headache. Still, she stood and slipped her hand to the chair. Looking down past her sunglasses to the room around her. She was looking for Babs, mostly, her partner in crime and someone who had also been at the rager with her last night. Or was she? It was all a fog, but it seemed wrong to throw such a rocking party without her.<br/><br/>Brown orbs continued to scan the room. Ria didn't want to make it obvious that she was looking for Florian, as she wasn't sure how to deal with the curious thoughts in her head in regards to him. He was such a little dweeb once, and now he looked... She took a long sigh and listened to the Headmistress waltzing into the hall.<br/><br/><em>A fucking Tri-Wizard Tournament?</em>Ria thought... and her eyes began to glimmer. No, she wasn't a promised mage. She blamed it on the wand that had unfortunately chosen her. No, she wasn't super great at any skills besides taking down shots and other things down an open throat. However, she was cunning enough to know how to rally up troops to make bad decisions. The benefits to it would be that she would probably get to leave Beauxbatons and maybe look into transferring far away from elegant France in the future.<br/><br/>That's when she saw her nerd of a brother Valentin walking up to the Headmistress. "Kiss ass," she said grabbing a glass of water and taking a sip. Her red lipstick leaving a mark behind. Even while he spoke, Ria brought her hand up to her mouth and coughed "<em>Nerd</em>" into it fairly loud. Her brother had heard her taunting voice enough to know that she was judging him somewhere in the background. It brought a smile to her face to bring him down. He was everything her opposite. Maybe he would be good for the tournament. Ria chuckled to herself with the thought of watching him running through a maze with his trousers on fire running away from sort sort of mythical beast. She bet his comic books didn't prepare him for that.<br/><br/>A few people over she could hear people talking about her brother... and his hair. She looked to her own ratty mess and knew it had to be genetic. She slipped her hat off of her head and placed it on her lap. Grabbing a lemon chicken breast sitting in a platter on the table. Made with butter involved somewhere, of course. It was a wonder how any of their hips were able to fit in these chairs. Ria was always in the habit of inhibiting her opinion on anyone nearby, and adding her own opinion to their conversations. Juliette and Gamon would be no exception.<br/><br/>"I'm with Gamon on this one," Ria said between chewing on a piece of meat. "This isn't the place for fucking cute little pansies. We can go to Hogwarts for that," Ria said with a devious smirk. Just enjoying trash talking Hogwarts among folk. In truth, she held no allegiance and would do the same to Beauxbatons when/if she ever made it to Hogwarts. "How about we leave Valentin there when we come back? The place will smell like less dork flesh," Ria added sipping on her water again already feeling as if eating was a bad idea. What she needed right now was a cigarette.<br/><br/>"But who knows. Maybe the English pigs know how to party," Ria slipped back into her chair and shrugged her shoulders.