<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>R U Grabbing the Means of Production, Or…?</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><strong>Bambi Trémaux</strong> | <strong>Valentin Delestrac</strong> | ‘The Skinny Bitches’ Babs&amp; Ria</td></tr></tbody></table><br/><hr/><br/>From across the hall, the curly-haired cunt flashed an arrogant grin in response to Eliza’s sophisticated threat while whispering to the sleek bimbo, who pursed her lips to give Eliza a ‘kiss’ from across the room. Ordinarily, a beautiful woman blowing a kiss to Eliza would be grounds to immediately start pursuing something, but it was clear that the smooch was meant to be a promise that the evil dance was only just beginning.<br/><br/><strong>“Ahh, now this feels familiar,”</strong>Eliza growled in a low voice with a snarky grin, winking at Thing 1 and Thing 2 as their codependency became all the more apparent as they huddled close to gossip – undoubtedly about Eliza. In spite of the hateful things she knew they were saying about her, Eliza’s grin did not falter. The pair didn't even realize how much they gave away about themselves even from this distance. It was clear they were two peas in a pod, a pair of best friends, perhaps even lovers… A simple wedge between them and the pair would crumble.<br/><br/>Beautiful people were weak. They never<em>truly</em>knew what it was like to be bullied for no reason, and likely weren't accustomed to others standing up to them.<br/><br/><em><strong>You will meet your match in me.</strong></em>That was fucking promise.<br/><br/>Eliza stared back, un-intimidated, and gave a gansta chin nod to skinny witches. Whether she did so physically, mentally, emotionally, or magically, the bullies of Beauxbatons would soon be crushed.<br/><br/>The thought of their aimless and unfounded cruelty sparked an indignant fire in the Ozzy’s belly and her green eyes continued to glare holes into their empty skulls. How many other people had they made to feel like shit simply for not being as pretty, or as slim? At Ilvermorny, there were plenty of wixen with eating disorders and body image issues, some of whom went to great lengths to achieve the body they felt pressured to have in order to not be the target of bullshit like what these two<em>grown ass women</em>were peddling. It was fucking pathetic. How many victims did their cruelty have? Bitches like them were scourges, wastes of space living for nothing but to coast along while contributing nothing to anyone.<br/><br/>Eliza would<em>delight</em>in their suffering. She did not tolerate bullying unless the target was other bullies. Then, she had very little mercy in her. However, for now, there was food, friends, and the possibility of a student organization to get involved in.<br/><br/><strong>“Who are those two over there?”</strong>Eliza asked to Bam, not caring if she was overheard by fellow classmates or the approaching Student Union advocate as she pointed to Babs and Ria across the room.<br/><br/><em>“<acronym title="Good! Good! Ah, huh...">Tant mieux! Tant mieux! Ah, euh...</acronym>”</em><br/><br/>Valentin’s internal struggle with how exactly to reach Eliza-and-Bam’s side of the table was met with Eliza looking left and right to see if there was a way – a small leaf in the table they could magically remove (not like he’d need any more than a papercut’s width) – but the options were limited to over, under, or around.<br/><br/>Eliza looked over just in time to catch the slow arch of Bam’s brow, snorting with laughter as she saw the skinny Frenchman jog down the impossibly long table turn, and jog back towards them with his tall hair flopping.<strong>“He’s fun,”</strong>she said. The snickers and snarky comments that followed him seemed to have no effect though, which was refreshing to see, and he stood before them again. When both his hands settled on the table in such a resolute manner, causing one of the nearby patrons to scoff and get up from the table in disgust, Eliza’s brows hiked as if to say<em>“all right then!”</em>and she gave a conspiratorial look to Bam before turning her full attention on Valentin.<br/><br/>Whereas Bam was accustomed to Eliza’s shoddy French and spoke English fluently, the Ozzy could tell that Valentin’s accent was thicker and therefore his English likely more unpracticed. Then again, his English was definitely better than her French, which she listened to attentively and without interrupting (for once) because she was struggling to catch every word, translate it, and then put the meaning together in real time.<br/><strong>“Fuck me dead, he talks fast,”</strong>she murmured to herself as Valentin’s verbal diatribe kept going and going, all accompanied by admittedly endearing theatrical gesticulations.<br/><br/><em>“<acronym title="Okay, so the student association, in itself, needs staff at the executive level, because at first glance there is only me... So that's it, would both you be interested in joining the executive council? We need coordinators for student life, for the union's internal affairs, finances, external affairs and student mobilization, among others. So you see there are plenty of positions to fill. Of course it's a big, hmm, step, right? Big decision to make, so I don't expect an immediate answer, obviously, and well, if you have any questions, just ask me right now... or later, if you're busy... Maybe you'd like to eat or...">D'accord, donc l'association étudiante, en soi, a besoin d'effectif au niveau exécutif, parce qu'à priori il n'y a que moi... Alors voilà, est-ce que ça vous dirait toutes les deux de rejoindre le conseil exécutif? On a besoin de coordinateurs pour la vie étudiante, pour les affaires internes de l'asso, les finances, les affaires extérieures et la mobilisation étudiante, entre autre. Alors vous voyez il y a plein de postes à combler. Bien sûr, c'est un grand pas, non? Une grande décision à prendre, alors je ne m'attend pas à une réponse immédiate, évidemment, et bon, si vous avez des questions, posez-les tout de suite... ou plus tard, si vous êtes occupées... Peut-être que vous aimeriez manger ou..."</acronym>”</em><br/><br/>Eliza blinked several times, as if something had just exploded in her face, and then cleared her throat. She had been listening as best as she could to the complicated French grammar that he used, and started to lose him towards the end of his preachy speech.<br/><br/>Bambi answered first while Eliza was still translating in her head.<em>“I’m sorry, Valentin. I don’t think I would make a good fit. But it’s a noble cause. I support it, and I’ll be glad to assist when time allows it. I uh…with class, with this tournament, I just don’t think I can commit.”</em><br/><br/>Not surprised by her shier friends’ hesitation, Eliza gave her a big reassuring grin.<strong>“What if you just tagged along as my buddy? We don’t have to give you any responsibility, yeah mate?”</strong>she asked in English, looking to Valentin and then immediately shifting into French, as if she were being rude by not speaking it.<br/><br/><acronym title="Uh ... All right, I hear that the union is only you, that you have to fill all the positions ..."><strong>“Uh… Très bien, j'entends dire que le syndicat n’est que vous, que vous devez pourvoir à tous les postes…”</strong></acronym>He had mentioned something about eating, and he was too cute and nervous<em>not</em>to tease a bit so even though she was quite certain this was not what Valentin had said, she asked anyway.<acronym title="&lt;br /&gt;And you want to take Bambi and me to eat? "><strong>“…Et que vous souhaitez emmener Bambi et moi manger?”</strong></acronym>