<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/1Tvbykr.jpg)</div><div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/yuExVFv.png)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>NAME:</strong>  Elise Pelletier  (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299655.msg14864979#msg14864979)<br/><strong>HOUSE | YEAR:</strong> Hufflepuff | 2nd Year<br/><strong>BLOOD STATUS:</strong> Muggle Born<br/><strong>WAND:</strong> 10” | Maple | Thunderbird Tail Feather<br/><strong>WEARING:</strong> White button down blouse, standard Hufflepuff tie, shortened grey uniform skirt, black stockings and black heels.<br/><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong> November 1st, approximately 8:00am.<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Great Hall, Hufflepuff table.<br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Tim is holding court at the Hufflepuff table, Elise is eating bacon. Because priorities.<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Tim, Nearby Hufflepuffs, Open.</td></tr></tbody></table><br/><hr/><br/><br/>For a wonder Elise was out of bed, her hair was combed, and she was hustling down the aisle between tables just as the Minister prepared to make her announcement. She slid quietly and indiscriminately into a seat near several other Hufflepuff second years (across the table and two seats down from Tim) and scanned the crowd for Tara to no avail as silence fell over the Great Hall.<br/><br/>The announcement was met with a bustle of activity, students whispering amongst themselves and most of the staff visibly relieved. Elise took it in stride, her interest in the tournament markedly decreased after the announcement of champions. By and large, she found herself unable to invest in Dior Darley as adequate representation of Hogwarts. It felt like a publicity stunt, bought and paid for by Darley money. Say what you liked about Dior, she was in the business of notoriety and being selected as a Tri-Wizard Champion was about as notorious as it got.<br/><br/>As Tim talked she helped herself to several pieces of bacon and a scone, the latter she slathered with plenty of butter and an almost unreasonable amount of strawberry jam. She didn’t know the guy in anything but name, though it seemed he was a talker. A few of her sentiments echoed his and for awhile she ate her breakfast in silence, just listening.<br/><br/>Between a bite of bacon and turning her attention to the scone, she poured herself a glass of juice and decided to casually weigh in.<br/><br/>“You do realize that Quidditch is almost 250 years older than the Triwizard tournament?”<br/><br/>She offered him an impish grin and popped the small remaining piece of bacon into her mouth.<br/>