<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/>The implications behind the toast that Michael made were not decipherable by Juliette, at least not yet. However, the unspoken promise existed. They were both interested in seeing where things went between them. They both wanted to explore this intense connection between them. Juliette felt a rush flow through her at the realization that they were both so genuinely invested in finding out what it was that seemed to be blooming between them.<br/><br/>Michael’s flush was largely covered by the blanket of his beard, but it still crept forth and made itself visible. His eyes seemed to light up when she spoke about food, sharing that some of her favorites may have been somewhat unexpected. Her curiosity piqued when she had finished sharing her favorite dishes and inquired about his. He said he would love to try her favorites and Juliette beamed. “I’d love to cook them for you.”<br/><br/>His fingers caressed hers idly, like holding hands had already become second nature for them. Michael’s comment about dessert warranted a giggle from Juliette. “If I could get away with only eating sweets, I would.” She giggled faintly. “I<em>so</em>would.” Her eyes rolled in exaggeration. But, as their hands connected and fingers explored one another’s skin, Juliette noticed that his rough, calloused hands, were also covered in scars, burns, and other flaws.<br/><br/>She didn’t mean to stare but found herself swirling her thumb over scar after scar. Michael admitted that he preferred a simple palate, mentioning a couple of meals she had heard before. “I am sure there are French equivalents to each of those. They all sound delicious.” Juliette tiled her head. “I’d like to learn to make your favorite dishes.” When he apologized, Juliette found herself at a slight loss. Her brows knitted with curious concern. “What do you mean?”<br/><br/>Juliette shook her head, jostling his hand gently, encouraging his gaze to find hers. “You have nothing to apologize for.”