<div class="floatleft">(https://i.gifer.com/HhkI.gif)</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> Valentin Delestrac (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299655.msg14656422#msg14656422)<br/><strong>YEAR:</strong> Third<br/><strong>BLOOD STATUS:</strong> Half-blood<br/><strong>WAND:</strong> 12½ inches, Ash, Unicorn, Inflexible<br/><strong>WEARING:</strong> Beauxbâtons Academy uniform<br/><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong> Monday, 2 September 2019 | Evening<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Grand Hall<br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong> **The dialogue is in French, too lazy to translate**<br/><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> Les Cowboys Fringants - La manifestation (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xyvyVjQb0-I)<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Flora Trémaux, Eliza Campbell, Bambi Trémaux, Open<br/><strong>NOTE:</strong> N/A</td></tr></tbody></table><br/><hr/><br/>Madame Trémaux's collaboration in all his efforts was both good and bad. It made future negotiations a viable prospect, since the administration was willing to entertain the existence of a union. However, the fact that she had agreed to it and didn't fight it off meant the administration didn't feel threatened by the union. As his speech ended, with more or less success by the look of his fellow students, some applauding, to whom he was grateful. A few name calls and food thrown at him was not unexpected from the uninformed masses. They would all support the union should their rights be endangered. Valentin was patient. Bourgeois propaganda was difficult to overturn when you had been bathing in it for all your life. Madame Trémaux then intervened with her authoritative yet melodious voice to restore order. She then proceeded to formally legitimize the student union with her next statement.<br/><br/><em>"Should you be interested in the student union, please speak to Valentin. Do finish your dinners, though. Then, you have the rest of the evening to yourselves."</em><br/><br/>Valentin took a step back from the lectern and walked to Madame Trémaux, bowing his head slightly, respectfully.<br/><br/>"Thank you Madame Trémaux," he said, before returning among the students.<br/><br/>He received a few mocking laughs and teasing remarks, but most people just ignored him. He didn't let it get to him, instead focusing on the positive reactions. There would always be reactionary agents. Allies on the other hand were hard to find. Eliza's cheers for instance didn't go unnoticed. He remembered her face and name from their exchange on Hooter the day before. He had ignored her last hoot, the one where she described herself as the big blonde with incredible tits. From looking at her Hooter account, he had learned she was Australian, and he hoped she spoke good French because his English was rather bad. He reached her table and cleared his throat to get her attention.<br/><br/>"Hmm, hi, Eliza, yes, hmm, nice to meet you in person," he said, offering his hand to shake and nodding a few times. He glanced down and noticed Bambi who was seated next to Eliza. A classmate of his from the same year, she was Madame Trémaux's niece and he could see a family resemblance. "Hi Bambi," he greeted her, not sure whether to shake her hand too or not. His left hand was free but shaking hands with the left hand was not common, so instead Valentin presented her a fist for her to bump, while his right hand was offered to Eliza.