<div class="floatleft">(https://static.tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pub/images/jay-baruchel-1_5298.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> 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> 25th October, Evening<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Grand Hall<br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Complaints and sibling clash<br/><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> Rihanna - Stay ft. Mikky Ekko (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JF8BRvqGCNs)<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Ria, Open<br/><strong>MENTIONING:</strong> N/A</td></tr></tbody></table><br/><hr/><br/>The ride in the carriage to Hogwarts had been smooth, travelling through the air, safely and comfortably through magic.<em>Plane would've done the job too,</em>Valentin thought, as he first entered the Cinderalla-style transport. The longer he was exposed to Beauxbâtons' customs, the more he realized all the French fairy tales had probably been inspired by the school's craziness or had something to do with the magical community at the very least. Muggles couldn't make some of these stuff up, could they? Transfigure a pumpkin into a carriage and whatnot.<br/><br/>Valentin spent his time listening to his favorite music on his earphones and reading<acronym title="USSR and us"><em>L'URSS et nous</em></acronym>by Alexandre Adler, not paying attention to the other students accompanying him and headmistress Trémaux as the Beauxbâtons delegation. Once the carriage was arriving at Hogwarts, everybody lurked by the window to look at the castle on the promontory, Valentin included. He thought it was beautiful, if not menacing, and quite a contrast from Beauxbâtons. He noticed the Durmstrang ship from the other windows and thought it was more interesting, and decided to look that way, seeing the Durmstrang students amass themselves on the bridge as they docked.<br/><br/>As they entered the Great Hall and followed the Durmstrang students in, Valentin felt a bit overwhelmed by the spectacle and all the eyes on them, but managed to lift his chin and walk with determination to their table, sitting down next to his sister. He sighed, turning towards her and touching her shoulder to get her attention.<br/><br/>"I still don't understand why you had to come... Seriously, are you trying to sabotage my work?" he complained to his sister in French, shaking his head with an annoyed look on his face. "You'd have the whole of France to yourself if you had stayed. What's so great about the tournament? You don't even like sports... It's not like the goblet of fire is gonna select you if you put your name in. If it did..." Valentin added, sighing again. "I'd have strong doubts about the aptitudes of whoever participated in the creation of the magical selection mechanism."