<div class="floatleft">(https://media.discordapp.net/attachments/547175522283552769/551121358290157573/file_171569_0_Elizabeth-Olsen-ASOS.png)</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 | Early Afternoon<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Black Lake<br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Are the rumors true?<br/><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> Said The Sky - Show and Tell (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Dvtj4fzSkiw)<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Michael | Closed</td></tr></tbody></table><br/><hr/><br/>As the seconds continued to tick by, Juliette found herself unable to discern this moment from reality. If it was truly happening, it felt more like a dream than anything she had ever experienced. And if it was just a dream, she hoped that no one was cruel enough to wake her from it.<br/><br/>Michael’s eyes were locked onto hers, somehow. Despite his gorgeous surroundings, she was the only thing he was focused on. Even though he should have been freezing, when her hands cupped his scraggly cheeks and tangled within his drenched locks, his skin felt slick, but not cold.<br/><br/>Perhaps she had been correct, before. Maybe Michael really was a siren, about to lure her into the water and drown her. Even if that was her reality, Juliette didn’t think she would mind it much. That was how captivated he made her. That was the genuine effect he had on her, and it was too powerful to combat.<br/><br/>Despite the flush that swarmed along her cheeks, which matched the blush that he wore on his, though it was at least partially concealed by his beard, Juliette took a chance. She felt pulled to this man in a way that she couldn’t explain. Later, when Gamon would ask her if she had lost her mind, she would have no explanation.<br/><br/>The only defense she had were the feelings that he was rousing within her. After only just meeting him, at that. She kissed both of his cheeks, memorizing the taste of him, beneath the layer of salty water. While pulled so close, all she wanted was an excuse to kiss him where she really wanted to taste him.<br/><br/>She heard the shallowness of his breathing, felt the trembles of his jaw, and imagined that his heart was soaring just as much as hers was. Juliette had gotten lured by him, there was no question. A spark that appeared from the moment they had first laid eyes on each other, grew to a firework finale that neither could ignore.<br/><br/>When she had to withdraw from his face, because there was no reason to remain so close - having exhausted her excuse with the French greeting - Juliette frowned a little. Yet, whatever semblance of manners she had remaining, managed to return in that moment, as well. She apologized and hoped that it was enough.<br/><br/>Michael was stoic, yet his gaze had intensified - if it were at all possible - and he reached down to cup her face in his massive hands. Juliette felt her face relax in his embrace, taking in a breath that suggested she wasn’t breathing correctly before, but now that he was touching her back, she could.<br/><br/>His forehead pressed against hers and Juliette’s gaze lowered to take in the sight of his lips, so close yet still so far away. Then, those lips moved to formulate two words. Michael told her not to be sorry and Juliette’s frown erased instantly. She took in a shaky breath, nodding her head very slightly. Her smile brightened her features, then. Even though she had undoubtedly ruined his swimming routine by stumbling upon him at the lake, he seemed to prefer it. If she didn’t decide to take this stroll on this day, then she might have not met him under these conditions.<br/><br/>Out here, where there was no one but the friendly giant squid to judge them, it was like they were lost in their own little world. They were cut off from the reality of school and the Tournament and everything else. To her, it felt like they had travelled into the pages of a romantic novel.<br/><br/>Then, just like in one of those romance novels, he angled his head and pressed a nervous, feather light kiss, against her lips. Juliette’s arms wrapped around his shoulders, her hands collecting at the nape of his neck, slowly. She fell against him, stretching to make herself taller and to reach his lips better.<br/><br/>She had kissed him back, though her lips were shivering too, and not from the chilly autumn air. It was a chaste kiss, a perfect first kiss, particularly for the moment they were sharing. Juliette lowered onto her heels shortly afterward, letting her hands slide from his bare skin. Her heart was hammering so loudly against her chest, she was certain every creature in the water could hear it.<br/><br/>For a few moments, she seemed at a loss for words. Her mint green gaze simply watched him. She was left breathless for a beat or two, but once she managed to settle and get a hold of herself, Juliette realized that Michael just may have been living proof that love at first sight actually existed.<br/><br/>“That was…” Juliette beamed at the only word she could think of to describe it. “Perfect.” Her head tilted to the side and even though she wanted to kiss him again, she had to refrain. Yet, she was sure, Michael could easily convince her to do all sorts of things that she would never have learned in etiquette class.<br/><br/>“So, what’s next?” She inquired, at first not specifying what she meant. “In your routine,” she quickly added, though she had to admit, she was just as curious to discover what was next for them. But, fate was likely the only one who could answer that question. She was politely inviting herself to join him. “If you don’t mind me tagging along, that is.”