<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/736x/f6/25/66/f625669e3dfcc1a87b1206de1d83f6c0.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> Juliette Belanger (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299655.msg14661968#msg14661968)<br/><strong>YEAR:</strong> Seventh<br/><strong>BLOOD STATUS:</strong> Pureblood<br/><strong>WAND:</strong> 10 ¾ | Beech | Unicorn<br/><strong>WEARING:</strong> Women's uniform<br/><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong> 2 September, 2019 | Evening<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Grand Hall<br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Grand Feast<br/><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> Seven Lions - Freesol (Feat Skyler Stonestreet) (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7-9DJX8NlHU)<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Gamon | Open (mentioning Valentin)</td></tr></tbody></table><br/><hr/><br/>Juliette always returned the curtsy that Headmistress Flora Tremaux offered to the students. It started as a sign of respect and eventually turned into a ritual of sorts. Like that initial curtsy at the beginning of the school year was an almost superstitious need, in order to bring her luck during the year. Once the students were able to settle against their seats, she looked across the table from her at where Gamon was seated, perking her motherly brow at him and pointing to his plate with her gaze, as if to tell him that he had better eat something.<br/><br/>Conversation sparked soon enough at the table when someone asked Gamon about going to Hogwarts for the Tournament. The corner of her lips quirked as she rocked the prongs of her fork against the piece of flash-seared steak with herb butter, laying atop a bed of asparagus, beside a pile of seasoned fries. She knew the answer that Gamon was about to reveal to the curious person at their table. When he spoke of Hogwarts being disgusting and Scotland being wet and cold, she couldn’t contain her gentle chuckle.<br/><br/>His conclusion - that if one didn’t go to Hogwarts for the Tournament, they were a reject - had Juliette’s giggle blossoming, to the point that she felt it necessary to conceal her upturned lips with her free hand, until the musical notes of subdued laughter subsided. Gamon then pointed out one such reject, though for different reasons, in Valentin. Juliette turned to regard the puffy haired third year as he addressed their Headmistress in French. His query was, undoubtedly, about addressing the students with the hope that they might form a union.<br/><br/>She gave a roll of her jade colored eyes, her cheeks flushing slightly when a witch beside Gamon called Valentin cute, and Gamon rejected the idea. “He might be.” She gently spoke to them each. “Cute is an objective term, isn’t it?” Though she asked a question, it was clear that she wasn’t inquiring in order to hear an answer she didn’t have already. “However, I have to agree,” Juliette concurred with Gamon’s comment about how Valentin didn’t represent him. “Then again, I’m uncertain I want anyone to represent me.” Why, when she could represent herself?<br/><br/>Her shoulder shrugged as she guided a bit of steak into her mouth. After chewing completely and washing down her portion with a sip of water, Juliette flashed a smile to Gamon. “It looks like both of our names will be in the Goblet of Fire, then.” Playfully, she raised her brows at him. “I wonder who will become our Champion.” She mused, wistfully, before taking a delicate bite of a fry.