<div class="floatleft">(https://media.discordapp.net/attachments/547175522283552769/551121358290157573/file_171569_0_Elizabeth-Olsen-ASOS.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> 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 | Early Afternoon<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Black Lake<br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Are the rumors true?<br/><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> Said The Sky - Show and Tell (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Dvtj4fzSkiw)<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Michael | Closed</td></tr></tbody></table><br/><hr/><br/>As if Juliette’s blatant staring wasn’t impolite enough, the longer that she spoke with the statuesque man, the more she found herself desiring to reach out and touch him. Not only to confirm for herself whether or not he was really real, but also to relish in the delight of feeling him beneath her palm. Furthermore, she presumed he would benefit from physical contact, given his current, freezing state.<br/><br/>His chuckle caused another musical giggle to escape from Juliette’s full lips. “Right!” She murmured thoughtfully, shaking her head at herself a second later. Of course he would have been glad to find the giant squid friendly, when he wound up meeting it face to face. What a thrilling and terrifying experience it must have been for him. Juliette could hardly relate. The most thrilling thing that had ever happened to her was casting her patronus after months of practice.<br/><br/>Yet, this moment struck her as thrilling, too. At least, in its own, unique way. Perhaps meeting him was the start of some grand adventure that she was entirely unprepared for, on her own. Or, maybe it would be the beginning of a time that she could live vicariously through him, because he was the thrill seeker. That sounded more apropos for Juliette, after all. In fact, simply watching him smile and observing the rouge that spread over his cheeks was rousing enough.<br/><br/>Thankfully for both parties, she just barely managed to keep her hands to herself. Save for when she offered him her hand and they exchanged names. His touch to her wrist made her breath hitch in her throat, sending spirals of shivers and tingles to radiate all throughout her insides. Juliette couldn’t keep from biting her lower lip as she watched him lower his face to the back of her hand, his lips pursing to issue a kiss to her skin.<br/><br/>She didn’t mind the trail of wetness he left behind, nor the slightly salty scent that permeated off of him. Actually, it felt just right. Everything about this moment felt like it was coming directly off of the pages of a storybook for hopeless romantics. A story she undoubtedly figured was meant for the imagination and not as an expectation of reality. When his lips left her skin, a warmth remained behind, making Juliette wonder what his kiss would feel like elsewhere…<br/><br/>He gave her his name, then. Michael, he said, his smile a boyish and charming one, despite his very grown up fluster. He wore his nerves well, and she could only hope hers weren’t getting the best of her in the moment. When he didn’t release her hand straight away, she took the opportunity to swirl her fingers delicately against his skin. Finally, she released her lower lip from the snare of her teeth and smiled up at him. “Charmed to meet you,” she replied, honestly.<br/><br/>Her voice was barely above that of a whisper, and without truly meaning to, she realized that she had stepped even closer to him. A lull passed over them for a moment, proving that Juliette was struck by him in more ways than one. “I hope you do not mind,” she started, an idea popping into her head. “But, we have a certain way of greeting one another in France. It is called faire la bise, which means… to kiss.”<br/><br/>Juliette gathered her courage, taking in a shallow breath, her cheeks burning with heat and shifting to a deeper shade of pink, as she leaned in. Due to their height difference, she would have needed a step ladder to be able to kiss him on her own, but if he decided to lean down and spare her the mortification of attempting to jump up and reach his cheek with her lips, then Juliette would stretch herself as tall as possible.<br/><br/>She’d shift onto the very tips of her shoes and elongate her back, while extending her arms upward, to cup either side of his face. She’d take her time in pressing a soft and ginger kiss against one cheek, then the other, lingering near his face in the interim and allowing her fingers to gently tangle against his drenched locks.<br/><br/>It would be then that she would realize something had come over her. Something too strong to ignore. “I’m sorry,” she murmured, though it wasn’t clear what she apologized for. “I’ve interrupted your routine, haven’t I?” She questioned, wondering if it was something Michael was discouraged about.