<div class="floatleft">(https://www.productionparadise.com/newsletters/1238/photos/34141/original/dalemay-elizabethbanks-shot-03-0173-2.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> Flora Trémaux<br/><strong>OCCUPATION:</strong> Headmistress for Beauxbatons <br/><strong>BLOOD STATUS:</strong> Pureblood <br/><strong>WAND:</strong> 12 inch | Rosewood | Kneazle Whiskers <br/><strong>WEARING:</strong> Hot pink ball gown with flowers on the shoulders and along the hem<br/><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong> Monday, 2 September, 2019 | Evening<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Beauxbatons Grand Hall <br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Welcoming Feast<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Valentin | Open</td></tr></tbody></table><br/><hr/><br/>Flora had just sat down and started in on her autumn salad, when she was interrupted by a younger boy, requesting to use her lectern. She tilted her head, taking the time to place her petite fork back down where she had found it, resting against the teal cloth napkin it had elegantly been placed on. She then took a sharp breath in through her parted lips and connected her palms, placing them in front of her.<br/><br/><acronym title="Student union?">“Syndicat étudiant?”</acronym>She questioned, looking to the left and right of her at the fellow staff members, all of whom seemed even more oblivious than she did. Flora glanced at some of the students who were talking, seemingly about this very student. Flora thought she recalled seeing him last year, or perhaps the year before, trying to persuade his peers to join a union that he formed.<br/><br/>Evidently, he was still on that. Flora was curious, admittedly, if it had gone anywhere. If he had managed to persuade his peers to join him in whatever it was he was after.<acronym title="You may address the students.">“Vous pouvez vous adresser aux étudiants.”</acronym>She paused, her connected palms lowering as her gaze lowered to focus on him a little closer.<acronym title="But, please do not touch the lectern.">“Mais, s'il vous plaît ne touchez pas le lutrin.”</acronym>Flora lowered her hands and smiled at him - a rather large, beauty pageant style smile.