<div class="floatleft">(https://d1w8cc2yygc27j.cloudfront.net/296226285191603483/7577340293898857544.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> Same as picture with these jeans/shoes (https://s7d9.scene7.com/is/image/LuckyBrandJeans/7W13943_450_1?$productMainDesktop$)<br/><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong> Saturday, 26 October, 2019 | Evening<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Three Broomsticks<br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong> It's true, I crave you<br/><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> Flight Facilities - Crave You (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZeaIvjoH1FY)<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Michael | Closed</td></tr></tbody></table><br/><hr/><br/>Juliette’s beaming grin widened when Michael confirmed that butterbeer was, as she had heard, quite the treat. She felt thankful for the moments that they were sharing. It seemed like Michael felt comfortable at the Three Broomsticks, and in order to get to know him properly, it would make the most sense that he felt like his genuine self. This seemed better for them both than the alternative of having him dress in a stuffy suit and stiffly sit all night, afraid of popping a button or something.<br/><br/>Then again, these were all just hunches she was gathering from him, while they shared their table. When they toasted and Michael added a sentiment to the cheers, Juliette’s smile quivered slightly and the apples of her cheeks darkened to a deeper shade of rouge. “To us,” she nodded, almost looking embarrassed that she hadn’t thought of saying that herself. Their glasses clinked and they took their sips. Well, a sip for her, a swig for him. Both came up with frothy lips and giggles.<br/><br/>“I do, I really do.” She expressed about the butterbeer. It was quite delicious, in its own right. A perfect blend for the fall, really. Michael took another swig before asking her about her favorite foods to eat. Juliette leaned in a little closer, shifting in her chair to angle herself slightly. Her voice dropped as if she were sharing a secret with him. “Well, I am rather partial to French cuisine, so forgive me.” She hoped her tastes weren’t too out of line for this establishment.<br/><br/>“But, one of my favorite dishes is called flamiche. It has a puff-pastry crust, is served with cheese and vegetables. Similar to a quiche or even a pizza, if it is cooked without the top crust.” She tilted her head, perking a brow at Michael. “I also love dessert. Tarte tartin, chocolate soufflé, macaron’s, Crème caramel, you name it. I have a bit of a sweet tooth.” She chuckled at herself, then reached across the table to gently swirl a few fingers against his hand. “What about your favorites?”