<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/z1bHpuX.jpg)</div><div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/MbTutcl.png)</div><br/><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>NAME:</strong> Bambi “Bam” Trémaux  (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299655.msg14665939#msg14665939)<br/><strong>YEAR:</strong> Third Year<br/><strong>BLOOD STATUS:</strong> Pureblood<br/><strong>WAND:</strong> 9 ¾ inches / Rosewood / Unicorn Hair (https://i.imgur.com/ZLtC9NW.jpg)<br/><strong>WEARING:</strong> Beauxbaton Uniform, with her hair in fishtail braid<br/><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong> 2nd September, Evening<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Beauxbaton Great Hall<br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Opening Feast<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Eliza and Valentin</td></tr></tbody></table><br/><br/><hr/><br/>Bambi was getting used to Eliza’s, ah…<em>enthusiasm</em>. Their first few meetings presented a learning curve she found to be an entertaining challenge, but the thing she liked the most about the other woman was her unbridled optimism. Count on Eliza for a good laugh, an entertaining story and just another reason to smile. So while Eliza clapped and cheered for the conclusion of Valentin’s speech, Bambi herself grinned into her glass and chuckled alongside her. Their celebration hadn’t lasted long, the rest of the school remained more passive -excluding those who hurled insults and jeered- but that was to be expected. It wasn’t that Beauxbaton lacked enthusiasm or passion, it just struggled with celebrating things new and unique.<br/><br/>There wasn’t much time to turn and talk with Eliza after that. Bambi had just picked up her fork for the first bite of her meal when Valentin arrived. It seemed he was quite eager to make connections, which encouraged one of her slender brows to quirk upright as he stumbled over his words and offered both women his hands.<br/><br/>She blinked.<br/><br/>It didn’t look like he was holding anything -was Valentin perhaps trying to slip her something? But when she looked to see the handshake with his right hand being offered to Eliza she furrowed her brows and then realized what he was after. This was one of those greetings that was more popular further West, the sort of thing she had only ever seen in the movies. She didn’t realize people<em>actually</em>greeted one another that way.<br/><br/>The young woman  tried offering a smile of encouragement, but felt entirely silly when she lifted her fist to bump her knuckles gently across the front of his. “Uhm,” she didn’t make it explode, or do any fancy finger-work to add flare after. Bambi neatly tucked her hand back onto her lap and tried not to blush. She always blushed, it seemed, and even when she was determined not to, warmth prickled across her cheeks. Even after all these years, she struggled with talking. It felt more natural not to. “Well said. It was quite the passionate, ah, report.”<br/><br/>She wasn’t entirely sure what she was expected to say, or even what her fellow classmate wanted. But nor did she want to give him the impression that she was eager for him to be away from here. Socializing had never been Bambi’s strong point.