<div class="floatleft">(https://www.indiewire.com/wp-content/uploads/2018/02/screen-shot-2018-02-27-at-11-07-34-am.png?w=780)</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> Florian Fournier (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299655.msg14666182#msg14666182)<br/><strong>YEAR:</strong> 5th<br/><strong>BLOOD STATUS:</strong> HALFBLOOD<br/><strong>WAND:</strong> 10 ¾ inches, whippy - Walnut - Unicorn Hair<br/><strong>WEARING:</strong> Beauxbatons Uniform<br/><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong> Monday, Sept. 2nd, Dinner<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Beauxbatons Great Hall<br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Vast Amusement<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Ria, Babs, Eliza, Bambi</td></tr></tbody></table><br/>Talking to Babs and Ria was never exactly what one would call easy.  Separately, each girl was quite a bit to contend with, as more than a few of Florian’s schoolmates, both above and below, could attest.  Put them together though, especially this close together, and they formed into almost one complete and utterly perplexing unit.  Granted, it was an almost painfully alluring unit, but it was also like quite a few of the plants in the wizarding world.  Pretty, smelled wonderful, and likely to murder you if handled wrong.  Of course, an ever present sense of danger was practically an aphrodisiac to Florian, who was not burdened with an overly prevalent sense of caution.<br/><br/>As he took his seat at the table, catching the tail of Ria’s comment about them giving him a taste, them BOTH giving him a taste, Florian grinned wide and wickedly, although he was in fact quite glad to have the opportunity to sit at that moment.  Leaning in to return the kisses to each of Ria’s cheeks, Babs having chosen to wave which was fine with him, the young Frenchman only lingered slightly longer on the second kiss.  His expression only grew as the beauties before him indeed agreed that going to Scotland was the only play, but ever so briefly did a dark cloud pass over his features at Ria’s mention of their burning amber dross leading her into some sweaty Englishman’s bed.<br/><br/>“I shudder to think the amount of their whisky that shall take, dear Ria.  Although, I do suppose a dalliance of fumbling inexperience might be a nice change of pace.  You’ll ruin them to English women forever sadly, but that’s a cross to bear.”  Florian laughed, never one to let a negative emotion linger too long.  “I, on the other hand, have little interest in our friends across the channel.  Find me a tall, fair Nordic beauty over a befreckled redhead who smells of sheep any day.”<br/><br/>“Now, me as Champion, that does have a ring…” Florian mused, swirling the liquid in his stolen glass.  “Sounds like a lot of work though.  I think I’ll leave that for Babs and her killer looks and what are undoubtedly several other skills equally as deadly.”  Looking between the pair, Florian noted Eliza’s two handed greeting, and his eyebrows shot up to his hairline before he could not help but laugh at the absurdity of the situation.  “Speaking of deadly, it looks like you two have made a friend.”  He nodded at the other table, although instead of antagonizing the Aussie further, he threw a wink Bambi’s way.  He was hardly one to judge another friends….at least openly.<br/>