<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/D7ElEmQ.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>     </td><td>Eliza Campbell (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299655.msg14664026#msg14664026)</td></tr><tr><td><strong>YEAR:</strong>     </td><td>Fourth</td></tr><tr><td><strong>BLOOD STATUS:</strong>     </td><td>Halfblood</td></tr><tr><td><strong>WAND:</strong>     </td><td>10 ½” | Chestnut | Unicorn Hair | Springy (https://i.imgur.com/2e8tNWl.png)</td></tr><tr><td><strong>WEARING:</strong>     </td><td>As Pictured</td></tr><tr><td><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong>     </td><td>September 2nd, 2019 | Dinner Time</td></tr><tr><td><strong>LOCATION:</strong>     </td><td>Beauxbatons Grand Hall</td></tr><tr><td><strong>CONTENT:</strong>     </td><td>I’m Late | Now I’m the Goddamn Kool-Aid Man</td></tr><tr><td><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong>     </td><td>Iggy Azalia - Mo Bounce (https://youtu.be/YQ2xtWgBlzk)</td></tr><tr><td><strong>TAGGING:</strong>     </td><td>The Whole Damn Hall | Bambi | Open</td></tr><tr><td><strong>MENTIONING:</strong>     </td><td>Babette and Victoria are the "Skinny Witches"</td></tr></tbody></table><br/><br/><hr/><br/>Eliza should have known better that to trust a pair of skinny witches. She couldn’t very well place<em>all</em>of the blame on the twigs, though --<em>What kind of bloody <acronym title="fool">drongo</acronym> thinks these French cunts would hold a banquet in a tower?</em><br/><br/>Alas, the pieces of the puzzle were assembled only<em>after</em>she’d climbed the stairs to reveal yet another series of emptied hallways and gold-limned windows. They had tricked her and she had fallen for it.<br/><br/>Her fists tightened at her sides as her hazel eyes swept left and right.<br/><br/><strong>“ARGH, FOOKIN’ OATH, I WILL GUT THOSE CUNT <em>BITCHES!”</em></strong><br/><br/>There was nothing left to do now but rush down the same path she’d taken here and hope that she made it to the ceremony on time.<br/><br/>The Aussie cursed herself all the way down the stairs with one hand clutching the polished railing tightly so that the skid of her hand caused a series of screeches to sound. If she ever saw the pool cues who gave her the wrong directions, she’d leave them tits up in one of the fountains -- or so it felt good to tell herself.<br/><br/>Once she was on the ground level again, she ran as fast as she could, which was slower than many, across several hallways until she saw the Grand Hall at the end of it.<br/><br/>The doors were shut.<br/><br/><strong>“Shit!”</strong>She was too late, the announcement had already started, or was already finished, she couldn’t tell!<br/><br/>Eliza came to a skidding halt at the doors, out of breath and disheveled from the trek. “No, no, no,” she panted with determination, grabbing the handles of the door and pulling with all her might. When that didn’t work, Eliza tried pushing against them with both of her hands flat against it, angrily fighting with the furniture and fully expecting the hall to be locked so as to not disturb the<acronym title="Headmistress Flora Trémaux">Pink Queen</acronym>of Beauxbatons in the middle of her artsy speech.<br/><br/>But… the doors weren’t locked.<br/><br/>In fact, with the pressure she applied, the doors opened with force, causing a great clatter to ring throughout the hall as Eliza Campbell landed on her face. The noise was jarring enough to jolt the naiads and dryads from their song, and potentially get the attention of a great number of people.<br/><br/>It seemed that the Pink Queen’s speech was over -- whatever information she had divulged would have to be learned through other sources.<br/><br/>Eliza popped up from the ground more quickly than most of the haters usually thought her capable of, blowing a stream of air up at her wayward hair so that it would move away from her face. There in front of her was the entirety of Beauxbatons. Instead of panicking, which still sometimes seemed like a viable option in this uncomfortable situations, Eliza elected to resolve this fiasco the best way she knew how; by taking the piss.<br/><br/><strong>“Sorry, uh,</strong><acronym title="sorry"><strong>pardon,”</strong></acronym>Her cheeks were pink as if she was truly embarrassed about what had just happened to her, but it was clear that she made very little attempt to speak French ‘properly.’ Still, Eliza smiled at those who were staring and then made a silly face while thumbing over her shoulder at the now-wide open doors she’d just barreled through.<acronym title="no lock"><strong>“Aucun verrou…”</strong></acronym>She laughed and walked towards the nearest seat while waving to anyone to stared for longer than the initial surprise warranted.<br/><br/><em>“Where’s the fuck’s Bam?”</em><br/><br/>She made finger guns and ‘shot’ at people as she went by, scrunching her lips and winking as well until she saw Bambi, her only friend at Beauxbatons, and took a seat nearby, among a group of beautiful wixen.<br/><br/>Filling her plate with whatever morsels of food were nearest, unperturbed by the mess she was, Eliza took a bite of brioche before saying, with her mouth full,<acronym title="remember me?"><strong>“souviens-toi de moi?”</strong></acronym>. She looked to all of them nearby but didn’t wait long before she answered herself.<acronym title="I’m the bitch who fell earlier"><strong>“Je suis la chienne qui est tombée plus tôt.”</strong></acronym><br/><br/>Looking to the lectern as a skinny young man approached it and then shared words with Headmistress Trémaux, Eliza narrowed her eyes. Leaning around the heads in front of her, the Aussie studied the face of the boy at the podium.<br/><br/><em>I recognize that mug… where do I recognize him from?</em><br/><br/><strong>“Whozzat?”</strong>she asked, speaking in English to literally anyone within earshot.