Hogwarts: A New Beginning [Beauxbatons]
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				Title: <strong>Hogwarts: A New Beginning [Beauxbatons]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mellific</strong> on <strong>28-01-2019, 16:09:35</strong>
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				<div align="center">(https://fontmeme.com/permalink/190128/dbecb75c015451e98bc1e1529caf9473.png)<br><em><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Académie de Magie Beauxbâtons</span></em><br><br>(https://cdna.artstation.com/p/assets/images/images/003/404/930/large/jeremy-paillotin-bb-est-low.jpg?1473349179)<br><br>Beauxbatons Academy of Magic is a French wizarding school, located in the Pyrenees mountains of Southern France. The palace is an elegant chateau surrounded by beautiful fountains and gardens which were magically constructed by the mountainous surroundings. During meals, in the dining chamber, the students are serenaded by woodland nymphs. At Christmastime, the hall is decorated with massive, glittering ice sculptures that are enchanted to never melt. It is said that the majestic grounds were partially founded by Nicholas and Perenelle Flemel, who met at the Academy. There is a fountain in the middle of the school's park that is named after them, and is rumored to have magical healing and beautifying powers. The students wear pale blue robes made of fine silk and are taught to stand at poised attention from the time their Headmistress enters a room, until she seats herself, showing ample respect for her.<br><br>Many noteworthy wizards have graduated from here, including Nicholas Flemel, the infamous alchemist who discovered the Philosopher's Stone, and his wife, Perenelle. Other famous alumni include Vincent Duc de Trefle-Picques, who escaped the Terror by charming his neck and pretending he had already been beheaded. Luc Millefeuille, the notorious baker who infamously poisoned muggles with their pastries, and Fleur Delacour, who competed in the Triwizard Tournament and fought in the Battle of Hogwarts, married Bill Weasley and was awarded bravery medals from the French and British Ministries. Olympe Maxime, former Headmistress, was a half-giantess, despite her protests, and a graceful, charming, influential leader. <br><br>Beauxbatons and Hogwarts maintain a friendly rivalry with one another, rather than a bitter one. They are always welcomed into Hogwarts castle with a warm reception. Beauxbatons won the Triwizard cup sixty two times, while Hogwarts won it sixty three times. After the Tournament in 1994-1995, the relationship between these two schools was slightly strained due to Harry Potter's name being maliciously added into the goblet of fire, thus awarding Hogwarts two champions. However, afterward, it was implied that the schools were still cordial with one another, considering then Headmistress Maxime attended the funeral of Albus Dumbledore. <br><br>Education at Beauxbatons is similar to that of Hogwarts. The students are expected to take their OWL's in their sixth and final year of Junior Wizarding Academy, unlike Hogwarts, where the students take them in their fifth year. However, just like at Hogwarts, they take the NEWT's during their first year at the university level. Both French and English are spoken on campus, most commonly. The schedules are not nearly as strict as at Durmstrang, but students are expected to behave like refined and dignified young people. They have etiquette classes in their curriculum, which is mandatory for all of the students. <br><br><br>(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/c2/c8/31/c2c831e691c583adc2164430ebd06d39.jpg) (https://i.pinimg.com/originals/19/9c/d5/199cd5be5889a08ef8080468dd2caaca.jpg)<br></div><br><br><hr><br><br><strong><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">Student Headers:</span></strong><br><br><br><div class="floatleft">(https://res.cloudinary.com/teepublic/image/private/s--IkVfisoU--/t_Preview/b_rgb:ffffff,c_limit,f_auto,h_313,q_90,w_313/v1446235579/production/designs/252341_1)</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> CHARACTER NAME (http://LINK TO CS)<br><strong>YEAR:</strong> THEIR YEAR in school<br><strong>BLOOD STATUS:</strong> MUGGLE BORN, PUREBLOOD, or HALFBLOOD<br><strong>WAND:</strong> LENGTH | WOOD | CORE<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> URL LINK or DESCRIPTION<br><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong> DAY and TIME of day<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> WHERE are they<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> WHAT is happening in the post<br><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> OPTIONAL - Include a link, please no embedded videos<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> WHO are they talking to</td></tr></tbody></table><br><hr><br><div class="codeheader">Code: <a href="javascript:void(0);" onclick="return smfSelectText(this);" class="codeoperation">[Select]</a></div><pre style="margin: 0; padding: 0;"><code class="bbc_code">[floatleft][img height=200 padding=5]CHARACTER IMG URL[/img][/floatleft]<br>[floatright][img height=150]SCHOOL CREST URL[/img][/floatright]<br>[table][tr][td][b]NAME:[/b] [url=http://LINK TO CS]CHARACTER NAME[/url]<br>[b]YEAR:[/b] THEIR YEAR in school<br>[b]BLOOD STATUS:[/b] MUGGLE BORN, PUREBLOOD, or HALFBLOOD<br>[b]WAND:[/b] LENGTH | WOOD | CORE<br>[b]WEARING:[/b] URL LINK or DESCRIPTION<br>[b]DATE | TIME:[/b] DAY and TIME of day<br>[b]LOCATION:[/b] WHERE are they<br>[b]CONTENT:[/b] WHAT is happening in the post<br>[b]MOOD MUSIC:[/b] OPTIONAL - Include a link, please no embedded videos<br>[b]TAGGING:[/b] WHO are they talking to[/td][/tr][/table]<br><br><br>[hr]</code></pre><br><br><strong><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">Staff Headers:</span></strong><br><br><div class="floatleft">(https://res.cloudinary.com/teepublic/image/private/s--q7kJspad--/t_Preview/b_rgb:191919,c_limit,f_auto,h_313,q_90,w_313/v1505543701/production/designs/1904314_1)</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> CHARACTER NAME (http://LINK TO CS)<br><strong>OCCUPATION:</strong> THEIR PROFESSION <br><strong>BLOOD STATUS:</strong> MUGGLE BORN, PUREBLOOD, or HALFBLOOD<br><strong>WAND:</strong> LENGTH | WOOD | CORE<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> URL LINK or DESCRIPTION<br><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong> DAY and TIME of day<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> WHERE are they<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> WHAT is happening in the post<br><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> OPTIONAL - Include a link, please no embedded videos<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> WHO are they talking to</td></tr></tbody></table><br><hr><br><div class="codeheader">Code: <a href="javascript:void(0);" onclick="return smfSelectText(this);" class="codeoperation">[Select]</a></div><pre style="margin: 0; padding: 0;"><code class="bbc_code">[floatleft][img height=200 padding=5]CHARACTER IMG URL[/img][/floatleft]<br>[floatright][img height=150]SCHOOL CREST URL[/img][/floatright]<br>[table][tr][td][b]NAME:[/b] [url=http://LINK TO CS]CHARACTER NAME[/url]<br>[b]OCCUPATION:[/b] THEIR PROFESSION <br>[b]BLOOD STATUS:[/b] MUGGLE BORN, PUREBLOOD, or HALFBLOOD<br>[b]WAND:[/b] LENGTH | WOOD | CORE<br>[b]WEARING:[/b] URL LINK or DESCRIPTION<br>[b]DATE | TIME:[/b] DAY and TIME of day<br>[b]LOCATION:[/b] WHERE are they<br>[b]CONTENT:[/b] WHAT is happening in the post<br>[b]MOOD MUSIC:[/b] OPTIONAL - Include a link, please no embedded videos<br>[b]TAGGING:[/b] WHO are they talking to[/td][/tr][/table]<br><br>[hr]</code></pre>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: A New Beginning [Beauxbatons]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mellific</strong> on <strong>28-01-2019, 16:10:42</strong>
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				<div align="center">(https://fontmeme.com/permalink/190128/02c3862b150dbf433b83fb56e4165e41.png)<br><br><br>(https://www.tripsavvy.com/thmb/5bsCYtJ-dyX8tF2wi6XmWG9JtIE=/960x0/filters:no_upscale():max_bytes(150000):strip_icc()/MontBlancGettyIWestend61-59329c745f9b589eb44e83cf.jpg)<br><br><br><strong>Weather in the South of France in September:</strong> Though September marks the end of summer and temps start to get cool, the first half of the month is still quite warm. The summer crowds start to dissipate, making it an enjoyable time to travel without crowds. Daytime temperatures range between 22°C - 25°C on average, and nights are rather mild, with lows at around 18°C. Rain increases to about 90mm over an 8 day span, though most of it falls during the latter part of the month. Summer clothing is still comfortable in daytime, but at night and on cooler days, layers are necessary. Average max temperature: 25°C. Average precipitation: 90mm.) <br><br><strong>Important Dates this Month:</strong> The first day of school is Monday, 2nd, September, 2019. Students are, as always, expected to be on time to the annual feast that marks the commencement of school. <br><br><strong>In Game Information about this Month:</strong> During this month, Beauxbatons students are to remain at Beauxbatons. The entire month is open and available for RP. <br><br>(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/3d/Blue_Sept.png)<br></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: A New Beginning [Beauxbatons]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mellific</strong> on <strong>28-01-2019, 17:59:55</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://www.productionparadise.com/newsletters/1238/photos/34141/original/dalemay-elizabethbanks-shot-03-0173-2.jpg)</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> Flora Trémaux<br><strong>OCCUPATION:</strong> Headmistress for Beauxbatons <br><strong>BLOOD STATUS:</strong> Pureblood <br><strong>WAND:</strong> 12 inch | Rosewood | Kneazle Whiskers <br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Hot pink ball gown with flowers on the shoulders and along the hem<br><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong> Monday, 2 September, 2019 | Evening<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Beauxbatons Grand Hall <br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Welcoming Feast<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Open</td></tr></tbody></table><br><hr><br>The chic walls of Beauxbatons Academy were buzzing with vitality, as yet another school year was upon them. Once the students - both new faces and familiar ones - entered the chateau, they were directed to the Grand Hall. There, elegant chandeliers hung from the ceiling, looking like glittering waterfalls that were suspended in midair. Extraordinarily long tables filled the grandiose space, sleek and bright, adorned with teal cloth napkins and cyan colored china. Gray silverware sat just so and crystal goblets were placed in exactly the proper place. Centerpieces among the tables consisted of several bouquets of flowers, all seemingly plucked from the gardens within the school proper. <br><br>It was evening by then, and time for the annual feast to take place, as was part of their tradition. Woodland nymphs lined the tables, humming a tune as the young men and women of Beauxbatons were led inside. They filed in with perfect lines, rows of students all moving in unison. Skirts and britches all swayed in time, until every seat at each table was accounted for. Some of the newer students who didn’t know better started to sit down, but those who were wise and observant would notice that the upperclassmen didn’t lower onto their seats just yet. That was because they knew to wait for their Headmistress. <br><br>“Ahhh,” Flora exhaled out the sound in a sing-songy voice, like something from a Disney movie. She appeared through the wide, ornate doors, a vision in pink. She breathed it all in - the atmosphere, the magically prepared food, which magically appeared on the fine china, the freshly cut flowers - and then stepped in. Her tall heels clicked as she walked down the long Hall, her blonde hair fanning out behind her as she went, soft waves framing her face but bouncing as she moved. Her gown reached her knees, beveled at the hips and made her stand out like a red rose in a field of dandelions. <br><br>With a beaming smile on her face, Flora reached the podium at the front of the Hall, taking a moment to look at the students before her, and giggle. Her head tilted to the side and one shoulder raised slightly, as if she were posing for a picture. “Good evening ladies and gentleman,” she cooed, the smile never quite leaving her face for any significant length of time. “Welcome to Beauxbatons Academy. I trust that you are all ready for what this school year promises to bring to you all.” Flora’s hands laced against the podium, her head tilting in the other direction. <br><br>“Perhaps you have heard about the British Minister of Magic reinstating the Triwizard Tournament, which is said to take place next month. Naturally, Beauxbatons was invited to Hogwarts, and we intend to bring with us our very best candidates.” Some of the students started to whisper, looks of excitement began to fill the room, but the noise died down relatively quickly. Flora giggled once more. “Perhaps you are the Champion we are seeking to bring home the Cup. Perhaps your place is here, perfecting your skills and honing your magic. Either way, we are honored by your presence here at Beauxbatons.” <br><br>Flora gave a small curtsy and students knew then to clap. During the eruption of applause, Flora stood straight once more, then waved her arms like a dancer might, and mouthed to them all: “Let us celebrate!” On cue, woodland nymphs began to sing their songs of the enchanted forest, and Flora made her way from the podium, to her own seat at the head of the Hall. She was joined by the many professors and faculty members of Beauxbatons, who were all clapping for her as well, until she finally perched herself on her throne like seat in the middle. Once seated, the clapping ceased and everyone found their own chair. The feast had begun. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: A New Beginning [Beauxbatons]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Crash</strong> on <strong>29-01-2019, 20:41:29</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/5/56/Cleohair.jpg)</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> Esmee Visser (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299655.msg14656469#msg14656469)<br><strong>YEAR:</strong> 2nd Year<br><strong>BLOOD STATUS:</strong> Muggle born<br><strong>WAND:</strong> 9-1/8” Pine Wood with a Unicorn Hair core<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Modified school uni<br><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong> September 2nd | Evening<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Great Hall<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong>&nbsp; Bored as fuck<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> OPEN</td></tr></tbody></table><br><br><hr><br>School.&nbsp; It was amazing that something could be such a relief and so hated at the same time.&nbsp; The first days were always the worst.&nbsp; Crushing guilt as she held her little sisters close and promising them she would be back, praying to God that she would never get an owl saying that something had happened to them while she was gone.&nbsp; Relief that she didn’t have to watch Sem keep slipping further away.&nbsp; A week of scruff and food stained t-shirt two days past needing to be changed, sitting and staring glassy-eyed at the television.&nbsp; Relief that there would not be another screaming match with her drunk of a mother or fighting off her little brother’s lecherous gangbanger friends.<br><br>Hatred of the ridiculous pomp and circumstance and ostentatious decadence the wizarding world surrounded themselves with to insulate them from the muggle, the other.&nbsp; They were all human beings but wizards seemed to act like they were better than, above, like the Chateau that was Beauxbatons.&nbsp; Hatred of the tedious lessons and silly restrictions of her instructors.&nbsp; And the uniform.&nbsp; The fucking uniform.&nbsp; Esmee reserved a special kind of hatred for the uniform.&nbsp; What was she a fucking flight attendant at that disaster that was French Disneyland?&nbsp; Thankfully Esmee could do something about the later.&nbsp; Her powder blue pumps were tipped in chromed stilettos.&nbsp; She rolled her skirt so the hem climbed to scandalous levels along her thighs.&nbsp; Painted butterflies, snakes, zombies and her old pug Scooter splashed color across her skin drawing the eye too its improper length. <br><br>Esmee’s jacket was a size too small on purpose.&nbsp; It hugged her form and accentuated her body instead of hiding it.&nbsp; Her long brown hair was piled onto her head in a mass of curly blond highlights.&nbsp; Her hat pinned in place with a rakish tilt.<br><br>&nbsp;She was bored silly waiting for the meal to begin.&nbsp; Waiting on their headmistress’s arrival, because God forbid they do anything without Flora’s gaze over them.&nbsp; Granted, Flora’s gaze was one of the few things that didn’t bother Esmee.&nbsp; The headmistress was hot and Esmee had a whole corner of her spank bank dedicated to her, but it was still annoying to wait.&nbsp; Esmee had been looking elsewhere when Flora finally arrived and she was late to stand her skirt riding high and swirling around her in a tantalizing way.&nbsp; While others might be ramrod straight Esmee’s knees rocked back and forth slightly as the mistress breezed by.<br><br>The announcement of the Tri-wizard tournament sent a murmur through the crowd.&nbsp; Esmee gave a non-committal shrug.&nbsp; She was hardly in any danger of being picked and felt certain she would remain stuck at school while other students had all the fun.&nbsp; As the students around her sucked up and applauded with gusto Esmee clapped slowly, bored by the whole brainless ceremony.&nbsp; Finally, Flora sat that fine ass down and Esmee flopped back into her seat.&nbsp; As much as she disdained the gluttonous display she wasn’t stupid.&nbsp; The food would taste great and she wasn’t going to let it go to waste because that seemed equally dumb.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: A New Beginning [Beauxbatons]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Heartsink</strong> on <strong>30-01-2019, 00:47:59</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.gifer.com/HhkI.gif)</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> Valentin Delestrac (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299655.msg14656422#msg14656422)<br><strong>YEAR:</strong> Third<br><strong>BLOOD STATUS:</strong> Half-blood<br><strong>WAND:</strong> 12½ inches, Ash, Unicorn, Inflexible<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Beauxbâtons Academy uniform<br><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong> Monday, 2 September 2019 | Evening<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Grand Hall<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Union!<br><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> Les Cowboys Fringants - La manifestation (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xyvyVjQb0-I)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Flora Trémaux, Open</td></tr></tbody></table><br><br><hr><br>As Headmistress Trémaux entered the Grand Hall of Beauxbâtons Academy, all dressed in pink, a few students near Valentin couldn't help but make mocking remarks on her attire and person. He glared at them silently in disappointment, only to then pay attention to the Headmistress when she went over in front of the lectern and began to speak. She seemed to have this habit of tilting her head when she spoke in public, giggly and all smiles, prompting some to think she was empty headed, but Valentin had dealt with her before and had forged his own opinion of their headmistress. She was much tougher than she appeared. <br><br><em>"Perhaps you have heard about the British Minister of Magic reinstating the Triwizard Tournament, which is said to take place next month. Naturally, Beauxbatons was invited to Hogwarts, and we intend to bring with us our very best candidates."</em><br><br>Valentin had heard of the rumors, and was not surprised that the French Ministry and the school had accepted so sheepishly quickly the invitation. <em>Why can't France host the tournament? Or Durmstrang for that matter?</em> he wondered, frowning his eyebrows slightly. It annoyed him slightly, as Hogwarts was located in Scotland, and the weather there was not like the sunny south of France. <br><br>After finishing words and a brief curtsy, Headmistress Trémaux stood straight and waved around under the applause of the Beauxbâtons undergraduates. Woodland nymphs started to sing and Valentin cursed them silently, with thoughts only, as they stopped him from addressing the students from where he suddenly stood up. He observed Trémaux heading to her seat in the middle, presiding over the plethora of students. The feast had started, while Valentin started walking towards the staff. <br><br><acronym title="Madame Trémaux, as the representative of the academy's student union, I would like to say a word or two to my fellow students, if you allow me to use the lectern">Madame Trémaux, en tant que représentant de l'association étudiante de l'académie, j'aimerais dire deux mots à mes camarades étudiants, si vous me permettez d'utiliser le lutrin,</acronym> Valentin announced, standing in front of the staff's table. <br><br>He didn't expect her to agree, although that would make things easier. The academy hadn't recognized his attempts at establishing a student union, yet. He also wasn't officially their representative, yet. But to him that was all semantics. There might not be any de jure organization and leadership, but he was still the de facto head of the de facto student union. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: A New Beginning [Beauxbatons]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jag</strong> on <strong>30-01-2019, 22:57:12</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/kKiXygt.gif)</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> Gamon Bergier (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299655.msg14664022#msg14664022)<br><strong>YEAR:</strong> 7th<br><strong>BLOOD STATUS:</strong> Half Blood<br><strong>WAND:</strong> 10.5'' | Aspen | Unicorn hair | Springy (https://i.imgur.com/Cghklio.jpg)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Male School Uniform (unfortunately. these pants and this shirt are dreadful), Female School Shoes, Black Gloves From Avatar<br><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong> Monday, 2 September, 2019 | Evening<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Beauxbatons Grand Hall <br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> *eyerolling*<br><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> Your Makeup is Terrible - Alaska Thunderfuck 5000 (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Wl1sT5iylAQ)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Mentioning: Valentin | OPEN</td></tr></tbody></table><br><br><hr><br>Being here tonight was nothing more than a formality. Gamon had no intentions on eating tonight. It wasn't that the food wasn't up to his standards, he just wasn't feeling in a eating mood. The real purpose of coming to the feast was to be seen. He wanted people who wished he wouldn't come back see that he had indeed come back. There was also the mild socializing that he did enjoy. It was always nice to see what new train wrecks were joining their school. It was impossible for him not to let his disapproval show on his face as they walked by. There was the rare one or two that managed to catch his attention that he made note to introduce himself to later on. But for the most part, Gamon was only here to be seen so people couldn't say he skipped out.<br><br>He cocked a non-existent eyebrow up at the mention of the Triwizard Tournament, though sneered a little hearing that it would be at Hogwarts <em>again</em>. Did that school have to do everything? Why couldn't someone else in a more desirable environment host it? It was so dreary that side of the country. Ugly. The whispers started and he rolled his eyes a little bit. People discussing who would be going and who would be staying. People trying to convince others not to go and the like. It was going to be a month of nothing but chatter about this and that seemed incredibly boring, "What do you think about it, Gamon?" someone around him said his name and drew his attention, "Would you do something like that?"<br><br>He sneered, "Go to Hogwarts? It's disgusting. It's going to be cold, rainy, and gross," he rolled his eyes a little, "But of course I'm going. Anyone who doesn't offer themselves up to go is obviously a reject of some sort...speaking of rejects..." Gamon's eyes rolled again as he saw Valentin make his way up to the staff table. He'd seen the other wizard's post on the Maginet. What was with that guy? And that hair?<br><br>"I think he's kind of cute..." the witch next to him chimed in.<br><br>"Of course you do. You have wonderful fashion sense, which means your choices in men are terrible. It's a curse...As appreciative as I am of a person with a confident and quirky personality, no one with hair like that represents me in any capacity," Gamon didn't keep his voice low. He didn't care if Valentin heard him or not.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: A New Beginning [Beauxbatons]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mellific</strong> on <strong>31-01-2019, 01:05:47</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/736x/f6/25/66/f625669e3dfcc1a87b1206de1d83f6c0.jpg)</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> Women's uniform<br><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong> 2 September, 2019 | Evening<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Grand Hall<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Grand Feast<br><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> Seven Lions - Freesol (Feat Skyler Stonestreet) (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7-9DJX8NlHU)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Gamon | Open (mentioning Valentin)</td></tr></tbody></table><br><hr><br>Juliette always returned the curtsy that Headmistress Flora Tremaux offered to the students. It started as a sign of respect and eventually turned into a ritual of sorts. Like that initial curtsy at the beginning of the school year was an almost superstitious need, in order to bring her luck during the year. Once the students were able to settle against their seats, she looked across the table from her at where Gamon was seated, perking her motherly brow at him and pointing to his plate with her gaze, as if to tell him that he had better eat something. <br><br>Conversation sparked soon enough at the table when someone asked Gamon about going to Hogwarts for the Tournament. The corner of her lips quirked as she rocked the prongs of her fork against the piece of flash-seared steak with herb butter, laying atop a bed of asparagus, beside a pile of seasoned fries. She knew the answer that Gamon was about to reveal to the curious person at their table. When he spoke of Hogwarts being disgusting and Scotland being wet and cold, she couldn’t contain her gentle chuckle. <br><br>His conclusion - that if one didn’t go to Hogwarts for the Tournament, they were a reject - had Juliette’s giggle blossoming, to the point that she felt it necessary to conceal her upturned lips with her free hand, until the musical notes of subdued laughter subsided. Gamon then pointed out one such reject, though for different reasons, in Valentin. Juliette turned to regard the puffy haired third year as he addressed their Headmistress in French. His query was, undoubtedly, about addressing the students with the hope that they might form a union. <br><br>She gave a roll of her jade colored eyes, her cheeks flushing slightly when a witch beside Gamon called Valentin cute, and Gamon rejected the idea. “He might be.” She gently spoke to them each. “Cute is an objective term, isn’t it?” Though she asked a question, it was clear that she wasn’t inquiring in order to hear an answer she didn’t have already. “However, I have to agree,” Juliette concurred with Gamon’s comment about how Valentin didn’t represent him. “Then again, I’m uncertain I want anyone to represent me.” Why, when she could represent herself?<br><br>Her shoulder shrugged as she guided a bit of steak into her mouth. After chewing completely and washing down her portion with a sip of water, Juliette flashed a smile to Gamon. “It looks like both of our names will be in the Goblet of Fire, then.” Playfully, she raised her brows at him. “I wonder who will become our Champion.” She mused, wistfully, before taking a delicate bite of a fry. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: A New Beginning [Beauxbatons]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jag</strong> on <strong>31-01-2019, 03:09:02</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/kKiXygt.gif)</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> Gamon Bergier (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299655.msg14664022#msg14664022)<br><strong>YEAR:</strong> 7th<br><strong>BLOOD STATUS:</strong> Half Blood<br><strong>WAND:</strong> 10.5'' | Aspen | Unicorn hair | Springy (https://i.imgur.com/Cghklio.jpg)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Male School Uniform (unfortunately. these pants and this shirt are dreadful), Female School Shoes, Black Gloves From Avatar<br><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong> Monday, 2 September, 2019 | Evening<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Beauxbatons Grand Hall <br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> *eyerolling*<br><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> Your Makeup is Terrible - Alaska Thunderfuck 5000 (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Wl1sT5iylAQ)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Julliette Belanger | OPEN</td></tr></tbody></table><br><br><hr><br>Gamon locked eyes with Juliette across the table for a moment. As if challenging her motherly eyebrow perk. He thought to go beyond just ignoring the plate of food in front of him, as he'd originally intended on doing, but to shove it away while keeping his eyes locked to hers. That was childish though and Gamon knew it. He wasn't a child, despite how he acted sometimes. Rash decisions were something he had worked hard to avoid doing, even though they were always the first thought in his mind. If it were anyone else, he might have just rolled his eyes and continued to ignore the plate at the very least.<br><br>But for Juliette, he finally submitted and lowered his eyes. Shifting in his seat a little before pulling the plate a little closer and poking the vegetables with his fork. Gamon was currently vegan. He'd been vegan about three years ago too, but he'd read an article two months ago about how it didn't matter if the meat was raised by those in the magical community or the Non–magique, it was either pumped with hormones or potions of all kinds and was terrible for the skin. And health overall. The disgust would last until he got the urge to binge, which had yet to happen. At which time he would likely find some article about how those added potions and hormones were actually proven to enhance hair shine and skin pigment.<br><br>For now, he ate a few bites of the steamed and well seasoned vegetables in front of him to satisfy Juliette. While he did, she took the chance to poke at his comments in her own way, "Cute is for children and bunnies. Of which there should be neither here," he gave her a smirk, "If someone can't bother to step up their game to look appropriately presentable, they should just stay sitting down."<br><br>"And of course," he smiled this time, something rare for him to do, "Just because I don't like being dirty doesn't mean I am not willing to get dirty," Gamon didn't need fame or money. He felt himself capable of obtaining both of those on his own without having to risk his life to do it. However the allure of simply being better than others was enough to tip himself closer to being willing to put his name in, "If it's not one of the two of us, then does it really matter who?" if anyone could push him into it, it was her.<br><br>"I take it your summer was well?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: A New Beginning [Beauxbatons]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mellific</strong> on <strong>31-01-2019, 22:30:38</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://www.productionparadise.com/newsletters/1238/photos/34141/original/dalemay-elizabethbanks-shot-03-0173-2.jpg)</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> Flora Trémaux<br><strong>OCCUPATION:</strong> Headmistress for Beauxbatons <br><strong>BLOOD STATUS:</strong> Pureblood <br><strong>WAND:</strong> 12 inch | Rosewood | Kneazle Whiskers <br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Hot pink ball gown with flowers on the shoulders and along the hem<br><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong> Monday, 2 September, 2019 | Evening<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Beauxbatons Grand Hall <br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Welcoming Feast<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Valentin | Open</td></tr></tbody></table><br><hr><br>Flora had just sat down and started in on her autumn salad, when she was interrupted by a younger boy, requesting to use her lectern. She tilted her head, taking the time to place her petite fork back down where she had found it, resting against the teal cloth napkin it had elegantly been placed on. She then took a sharp breath in through her parted lips and connected her palms, placing them in front of her. <br><br><acronym title="Student union?">“Syndicat étudiant?”</acronym> She questioned, looking to the left and right of her at the fellow staff members, all of whom seemed even more oblivious than she did. Flora glanced at some of the students who were talking, seemingly about this very student. Flora thought she recalled seeing him last year, or perhaps the year before, trying to persuade his peers to join a union that he formed. <br><br>Evidently, he was still on that. Flora was curious, admittedly, if it had gone anywhere. If he had managed to persuade his peers to join him in whatever it was he was after. <acronym title="You may address the students.">“Vous pouvez vous adresser aux étudiants.”</acronym> She paused, her connected palms lowering as her gaze lowered to focus on him a little closer. <acronym title="But, please do not touch the lectern.">“Mais, s'il vous plaît ne touchez pas le lutrin.”</acronym> Flora lowered her hands and smiled at him - a rather large, beauty pageant style smile. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: A New Beginning [Beauxbatons]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rel Mayer</strong> on <strong>01-02-2019, 04:33:50</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/sPYs4Y8.jpg)</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> Ria Delestrac (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299655.msg14658834#msg14658834)<br><strong>YEAR:</strong> Year 7<br><strong>BLOOD STATUS:</strong> Half-Blood<br><strong>WAND:</strong> 12 | Vine | Veela hair<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Uniform, but jacket is open with a see through mesh top and dark black bra. <br><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong> Monday, 2 September, 2019 | Evening<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Beauxbatons Grand Hall <br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Sibling Trashing, Being Hungover<br><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> Royals - Otep (https://youtu.be/JPs5jCKNTf0)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Valentin, Juliette, Gamon, Flora (M), Babs (M), Florian (M)</td></tr></tbody></table><br><br><hr><br>There was a time when Ria thought that Beauxbatons was going to be a great adventure and escape away from her homely family lifestyle. A traditional nuclear French family. Well upbringing that didn't mind sticking their hands in the earth to make something of themselves. If they were going to use their blood, sweat, and tears to make something--it may as well been wine. Ria was no stranger to the delicious tastes of alcoholic substances, but she preferred the harder liquor kind. It got her drunker fast and truthfully she preferred that over her sober self. Or in this case... her incredibly hungover self.<br><br>Ria had decided that it would be a fantastic idea to invite everyone she knew over to a rocking five star party with bottles and bottles of champagne, drugs, cigarettes, and even a bit of hash passed around freely. It was to celebrate the summer and how gloriously free it had been. To be whoever the fuck she wanted to be, and not having to worry about minding her manners and behaving in such a ridiculously proper way all the time. Often times Ria would part her full crimson painted lips and stick out her soft pink tongue in protest. In reality, she should have been lucky to be at one of the most prestigious schools to hone in her magic and learn how to be a proper mage. Yet, Ria just wanted to live a life of rich thrills, and who could blame her. <br><br>No one but herself, which was the exact person she had to blame for the throbbing hangover brimming on the front of her forehead. Her hair looked like it hadn't been washed since the precious night, messy with curls pointing in every direction, and parted over half of her throbbing head. Her skin was perfectly white, with a small glimmer on the height of her cheekbones. She had on her traditional pieces of clothing with her own flare added. Not caring if it got her in trouble with the headmistress. What would she do... kick her out of Beaxbatons? (In truth, that scenario was possibly more likely than her actually graduating)<br><br>The jacket was open and she had on a black mesh top underneath. This time she at least had a dark black bra covering her teardrop shaped tits, so not everyone would see the outline of her areola and if her nipples were hard or not. She wasn't going to make <em>that</em> much of a statement on the first day of school, although she probably would have liked the attention and thrill of it. Her hat was at her hand, as she didn't feel like dealing with the wild curls to pull them back into a bun today. Ria's lips were painted a bright, brimming red that contrasted with her pale skin perfectly. Most of all, she had on a pair of the darkest sunglasses to shield her bloodshot eyes. <br><br>Ria was obviously hungover. That would be obvious to the stench of floral smelling perfume to hide the lingering scent of alcohol. Still, she made it in line on time to walk with her fellow students in unison. Even taking that one moment of the grand entry to awkwardly balance her hat on top of her thick hair and make her way into getting some fucking food to nurse this hangover. Or a shot of something to soothe the headache. Still, she stood and slipped her hand to the chair. Looking down past her sunglasses to the room around her. She was looking for Babs, mostly, her partner in crime and someone who had also been at the rager with her last night. Or was she? It was all a fog, but it seemed wrong to throw such a rocking party without her. <br><br>Brown orbs continued to scan the room. Ria didn't want to make it obvious that she was looking for Florian, as she wasn't sure how to deal with the curious thoughts in her head in regards to him. He was such a little dweeb once, and now he looked... She took a long sigh and listened to the Headmistress waltzing into the hall. <br><br><em>A fucking Tri-Wizard Tournament?</em> Ria thought... and her eyes began to glimmer. No, she wasn't a promised mage. She blamed it on the wand that had unfortunately chosen her. No, she wasn't super great at any skills besides taking down shots and other things down an open throat. However, she was cunning enough to know how to rally up troops to make bad decisions. The benefits to it would be that she would probably get to leave Beauxbatons and maybe look into transferring far away from elegant France in the future. <br><br>That's when she saw her nerd of a brother Valentin walking up to the Headmistress. "Kiss ass," she said grabbing a glass of water and taking a sip. Her red lipstick leaving a mark behind. Even while he spoke, Ria brought her hand up to her mouth and coughed "<em>Nerd</em>" into it fairly loud. Her brother had heard her taunting voice enough to know that she was judging him somewhere in the background. It brought a smile to her face to bring him down. He was everything her opposite. Maybe he would be good for the tournament. Ria chuckled to herself with the thought of watching him running through a maze with his trousers on fire running away from sort sort of mythical beast. She bet his comic books didn't prepare him for that. <br><br>A few people over she could hear people talking about her brother... and his hair. She looked to her own ratty mess and knew it had to be genetic. She slipped her hat off of her head and placed it on her lap. Grabbing a lemon chicken breast sitting in a platter on the table. Made with butter involved somewhere, of course. It was a wonder how any of their hips were able to fit in these chairs. Ria was always in the habit of inhibiting her opinion on anyone nearby, and adding her own opinion to their conversations. Juliette and Gamon would be no exception. <br><br>"I'm with Gamon on this one," Ria said between chewing on a piece of meat. "This isn't the place for fucking cute little pansies. We can go to Hogwarts for that," Ria said with a devious smirk. Just enjoying trash talking Hogwarts among folk. In truth, she held no allegiance and would do the same to Beauxbatons when/if she ever made it to Hogwarts. "How about we leave Valentin there when we come back? The place will smell like less dork flesh," Ria added sipping on her water again already feeling as if eating was a bad idea. What she needed right now was a cigarette. <br><br>"But who knows. Maybe the English pigs know how to party," Ria slipped back into her chair and shrugged her shoulders. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: A New Beginning [Beauxbatons]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Luciferia</strong> on <strong>01-02-2019, 08:58:08</strong>
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				<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>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;</td><td>Eliza Campbell (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299655.msg14664026#msg14664026)</td></tr><tr><td><strong>YEAR:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;</td><td>Fourth</td></tr><tr><td><strong>BLOOD STATUS:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;</td><td>Halfblood</td></tr><tr><td><strong>WAND:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;</td><td>10 ½” | Chestnut | Unicorn Hair | Springy (https://i.imgur.com/2e8tNWl.png)</td></tr><tr><td><strong>WEARING:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;</td><td>As Pictured</td></tr><tr><td><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;</td><td>September 2nd, 2019 | Dinner Time</td></tr><tr><td><strong>LOCATION:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;</td><td>Beauxbatons Grand Hall</td></tr><tr><td><strong>CONTENT:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;</td><td>I’m Late | Now I’m the Goddamn Kool-Aid Man</td></tr><tr><td><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;</td><td>Iggy Azalia - Mo Bounce (https://youtu.be/YQ2xtWgBlzk)</td></tr><tr><td><strong>TAGGING:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;</td><td>The Whole Damn Hall | Bambi | Open</td></tr><tr><td><strong>MENTIONING:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;</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>&nbsp;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.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: A New Beginning [Beauxbatons]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Heartsink</strong> on <strong>01-02-2019, 10:08:05</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.gifer.com/HhkI.gif)</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> Valentin Delestrac (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299655.msg14656422#msg14656422)<br><strong>YEAR:</strong> Third<br><strong>BLOOD STATUS:</strong> Half-blood<br><strong>WAND:</strong> 12½ inches, Ash, Unicorn, Inflexible<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Beauxbâtons Academy uniform<br><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong> Monday, 2 September 2019 | Evening<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Grand Hall<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> **The dialogue is in French, too lazy to translate**<br><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> Les Cowboys Fringants - La manifestation (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xyvyVjQb0-I)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Flora Trémaux, Beauxbâtons students, Open<br><strong>NOTE:</strong> His speech is continuous and he won't stop even if there are disturbances in the background.</td></tr></tbody></table><br><hr><br><em>"Student union?"</em><br><br>Madame Trémaux seemed puzzled by his question, looking at her colleagues hoping perhaps for remindful eyes only to find confused ones. She seemed to consider his request for a moment before giving him an answer. Valentin gulped as he was all ears, ready to present a counter-argument. <br><br><em>"You may address the students."</em><br><br>His eyes grew wider, while his mouth opened slightly in surprise. He shut it quickly and nodded, his eyes moving around the table as if to find a meaning to Trémaux's words. <br><br><em>"But, please do not touch the lectern."</em><br><br>"Understood, thank you, Madame," Valentin replied, trying to reciprocate her smile with one of his own, but it only came out as an awkward attempt that quickly died, with repeated fast blinks and his eyes avoiding eye contact with hers. He pivoted on his feet and walked towards the lectern, standing in front of it, making sure not to touch it, even though the curious child in him wanted to touch it. He glanced down, wondering how the mechanism worked, only to remember he was at a magic academy. He felt dumb for half a second there while he took out a piece of paper from his jacket's pocket, he made sure it was the right one, because he had two of them, one for a floor speech and one for a lectern speech. <br><br>Valentin was never unprepared. <br><br>Beauxbâton's uniform didn't look good on him. The light blue jacket and beige pants just made his big head stand out more, as they did for his messy hair. He had well heard some of the mocking remarks regarding him when he walked up front but chose to ignore them, especially his too familiar sister's voice and her go-to insults. Valentin was not exactly confident of the success of his speech, but he was unfortunately relatively used to public humiliations, so whatever happened would happen. <br><br>He was ready to use the sonorus spell to be heard and get everyone's attention, but the spell was already integrated in the lectern which facilitated his task. Clearing his throat, he bent over the lectern slightly. <br><br>"Hmm," he let out, which resonated through the Grand Hall, only for Valentin to straighten up and blink a few times, knowing that he had messed up the start. Holding the sheet of paper with his left hand, which he noticed was shaking, he raised his right hand into fist and lifted his chin. <br><br>"My fellow students," he began, his eyes looking around at the students, a good portion of which were looking his way curiously while a few others didn't care, as they were eating or in the middle of seemingly more important conversations. "I know what you're thinking. Just who the hell is this guy? Some of you might know me, most of you probably don't," he continued, his eyes inconceivably looking for his sister Ria, hoping for some kind of support. "I am Valentin Delestrac, your comrade and student union president. Tonight, we start a new semester in this great academy. Tonight, we take a step in history by the recognition of our student union, a first in the magical world, despite much progress in that regard in the Muggle world, for comparison. Tonight, we catch up to the Muggles in student representation and student rights through this assembly."<br><br>He took a pause, his right arm being numb from being raised for so long, so he lowered it, and looked up from his sheet, judging the crowd for half a second, before continuing his speech, now holding the sheet with both hands, much steadier than when he started. <br><br>"The Beauxbâtons Student Union's mission is to defend and promote the rights and interests, both individual and collective, of its student population, in addition to representing the student population with regard to the academy's administration, as well as the Ministry of Magic," he continued his speech, looking down to read from time to time. "The Union has also the mission of promoting collective and political awareness among its members, in other words, you and me. To do so, the Union functions in a democratic process revolving around general assemblies where issues will be discussed and the Union, and thus the student body, will take official position which will act as a means of pressure on relevant actors. Throughout the world, a handful of wizards in fancy robes attempt to impose their version of what education should be to us. One day they might increase tuition on a whim, causing many of us around here not to be able to pursue our studies due to potential greed and mismanagement. One day they might unjustly cause grievance over the academic performance of a student in a particular class. To prepare for such days, the Union is there to organize and unite the student population into a single force. Remember this, comrades, unity makes strength!"<br><br>As he said the last words and raised his voice to put emphasis on the word 'strength', his voice cracked. He cleared his throat and pretended like that didn't just happen, putting his hand holding the paper to the side along his thigh.<br><br>"I hereby invite you all to a General Assembly a week from now in this hall, after classes, on September 9th. Paraphrasing Marx here, we must let the ruling classes tremble at our union. We have nothing to lose but our chains. We have a world to win. Thank you," he finished, taking a deep breath and lowering his chin to a more casual position. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: A New Beginning [Beauxbatons]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mellific</strong> on <strong>02-02-2019, 18:15:26</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/736x/f6/25/66/f625669e3dfcc1a87b1206de1d83f6c0.jpg)</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> Women's uniform<br><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong> 2 September, 2019 | Evening<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Grand Hall<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Grand Feast<br><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> Seven Lions - Freesol (Feat Skyler Stonestreet) (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7-9DJX8NlHU)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Gamon | Open (mentioning Valentin)</td></tr></tbody></table><br><hr><br>It may have looked like an ordinary sort of staring contest to anyone else, but Juliette and Gamon were actually having a bit of a silent conversation with one another, from across the table. She maintained that he had better eat something and he stubbornly protested. In the end, Juliette’s gaze seemed to intensify, her lashes sharpening as both brows perked even higher than before. For a woman who was not yet a mother, she certainly had the motherly looks down.<br><br>And if it came to it, she would also be quite good at quintessential motherly guilt trips. <br><br>Finally, Gamon gave in and pulled his plate closer, at least humoring Juliette by using his fork to shift some of his vegetables around. Juliette continued to watch while she carried on with eating her steak and vegetables, biting into a fry delicately every so often. Once Gamon took a few of his own bites, she smiled to herself, then appreciatively to him. <br><br>To his remarks about cuteness, Juliette had to mull over the words. He had a point, she realized. Still, she would never tell someone that they shouldn’t show up unless they had their best face on. Maybe Valentin had hair that was difficult to tame. Perhaps he was unfamiliar with the abundance of hair products on the market. Or, maybe, unlike Gamon, he just didn’t much care. Which was probably something that Gamon couldn’t easily fathom. <br><br>With the Tournament in discussion afterward, Juliette reflected a similar smile back to Gamon as he informed those within earshot that he could get dirty if he had to. Becoming the Champion of Beauxbatons was certain to be one of those things that he had to get dirty for. Juliette chuckled at his comment about how it only mattered if the Champion was one of the two of them. “I would still have to watch all of the trials and root for Beauxbatons, myself. It would be my duty. No?” <br><br>Juliette shrugged a humble shoulder while chewing on another fry in response to the question about her summer. “They always seem to go by too quickly. Not that I mind it normally, but since this is our last year, it feels slightly bittersweet this time. Yours?” She inquired politely, sipping some water while she awaited his response. <br><br>In the short distance, Valentin was addressing the students. Juliette turned over her shoulder to regard him, with his shaking hand, reading from a piece of paper. A few other students were ignoring him outright, and she thought someone even threw a few peas at him. She shook her head, her long hair shaking softly as she turned to face forward again - waiting until he was finished. Without meeting Gamon’s eyes, she clapped for Valentin as a nicety. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: A New Beginning [Beauxbatons]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Malrunar</strong> on <strong>03-02-2019, 00:37:19</strong>
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				<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 &nbsp;(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. Mentioning Valentin</td></tr></tbody></table><br><br><hr><br><br>The doors bursting open unexpectedly made quite a few students jump in their seats and turn around, heads craning to see what the cause of all the ruckus was all about. Bambi was among these curious faces, but rather than laugh or frown at the intrusion, she immediately placed a slender fingered hand against her lips when she realized who was the cause of the scene. Eliza -a new friend she had made over the summer- was picking herself up off of the floor and dusting herself off without much sign of embarrassment. It was that very ‘roll with the punches’ attitude that made Bambi adore her new friend so much. She had never met anyone so adaptable and so <em>c’est la vie</em>. At Beauxbaton, Eliza was a diamond in the rough… Bambi just hoped others wouldn’t look down at the her for it.<br><br>Judging by the steely eyes and the upturned noses, it was clear that wasn’t going to be the case.<br><br>Licking her lips, dark blue eyes the color of sapphires flicked upward to steal a glance at her aunt. Flora was presented rather regally at her chair and her lovely dress, but her eyes were currently locked with another unexpected turn. An older boy Bambi recognized had approached, taking a piece of paper out of his jacket pocket with shaky hands. Immediately she felt another pang of sympathy and bit almost nervously at her lower lip as he spoke. But, it provided the distraction she needed, so she took it before it had a chance to escape.<br><br>Slipping out of her seat, she hurried down the row and to Eliza’s side before the speech was over. It wasn’t difficult, the woman to Eliza’s left seemed quite eager to scoot away from the louder girl. <br><br>Bambi couldn’t help but steal a glance at the beautiful Julliette and those who sat with her at the next row of tables. They were taking these interruptions in stride, always collected and poised. She couldn’t help but envy how her polite clap to the end of the speech seemed to discourage some from jeering the poor lad.<br><br>“Are you alright?” she whispered. Then, keeping her voice low, she answered Eliza’s question. “That’s Valentin Delestrac. He’s in his third year.” Bambi smiled almost sheepishly at Eliza, lifting a hand to fix a lock of hair out of place from her pratfall entrance. Her friend didn’t look bruised or scraped anywhere, but she brushed off her shoulder and tried her best to sort her all out. “I suppose that was one way to leave a first impression.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: A New Beginning [Beauxbatons]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Luciferia</strong> on <strong>04-02-2019, 00:53:17</strong>
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				<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>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;</td><td>Eliza Campbell (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299655.msg14664026#msg14664026)</td></tr><tr><td><strong>YEAR:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;</td><td>Fourth</td></tr><tr><td><strong>BLOOD STATUS:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;</td><td>Halfblood</td></tr><tr><td><strong>WAND:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;</td><td>10 ½” | Chestnut | Unicorn Hair | Springy (https://i.imgur.com/2e8tNWl.png)</td></tr><tr><td><strong>WEARING:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;</td><td>As Pictured</td></tr><tr><td><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;</td><td>September 2nd, 2019 | Dinner Time</td></tr><tr><td><strong>LOCATION:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;</td><td>Beauxbatons Grand Hall</td></tr><tr><td><strong>CONTENT:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;</td><td>R U Grabbing the Means of Production, Or…?</td></tr><tr><td><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;</td><td>Iggy Azalia - Mo Bounce (https://youtu.be/YQ2xtWgBlzk)</td></tr><tr><td><strong>TAGGING:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;</td><td><strong>Bambi Trémaux</strong> | <strong>Valentin Delestrac</strong></td></tr></tbody></table><br><br><hr><br>As a young girl, Eliza had been easily hurt by the disgusted reactions of her peers but at 21, the Ozzy had enough practice being the butt of everyone’s joke to just expect it and not let it phase her. It wouldn’t have mattered if she’d come through that door with all the grace of Princes fookin’ Diana -- the arrogant masses would still jeer and snub her, either for her heritage, appearance, or colorful choice of vernacular. As girls scooted away from her on the bench, Eliza seemed to grow more comfortable, allowing her shoulders and belly to relax so that she could take up what space she wanted. <br><br>If they were going to give it to her then she wasn’t going to deny them.<br><br>From her left, Eliza heard a familiar French accent whisper in her ear.<br><br><em>“Are you all right?”</em><br><br>Mid-bite, Eliza looked and let out a loud holler of joy upon seeing the familiar face of Bambi Trémaux.<br><br><strong>“Bam!”</strong> she cheered joyfully, using the affectionate nickname that she had coined for the tiny blonde bombshell over the summer. After a quick side-hug, Eliza dropped her croissant onto her plate. <strong>“Fuck me dead, am I happy to see you,”</strong> she said, and though she was smiling when she said it, there was still a palpable sense of relief in her expression upon seeing such a friendly face. <br><br><strong>“Pfft, I’m fine,”</strong> Eliza said with a dismissive wave of her hand, this time lowering her voice so that she wouldn’t interrupt the speech. <strong>“You’ve seen me take worse spills than that,”</strong> she added conspiratorially. Bambi had proven to be kind and considerate from the very beginning, offering to buy Eliza coffee or a taxi to make sure the pissed Ozzy would arrive home safely. The two had become fast friends when Bambi found Eliza mid-morning in Paris doing an unmistakable walk-of-shame while still drunk from the night-before’s mayhem.<br><br><em>“I suppose that was one way to leave a first impression.”</em><br><br><strong>“Yeah, it wasn’t what I planned but it’s probably better this way, now everyone’s expectations are so low that if I show up to classes with my uniform on right, they’ll think it’s a step in the right direction.”</strong><br><br>Looking suddenly surprised at the physical touch, Eliza froze as Bam’s hand came closer, following with her big hazel eyes as Bambi petted some of her hair back into its proper place.<br><br><strong><em><em>Thank god for Bam.</em></em></strong><br><br>Eliza would have loved to jibber-jabber with her friend some more, but she didn’t want to be rude during a speech. Turning her attention back to the front of the Grand Hall where the skinny young man was holding a shaking piece of paper in front of the lecture, Eliza leaned her head towards her friend while keeping her eyes on the speaker.<br><br><em>“That’s Valentin Delestrac. I think he’s in his third or fourth year.”</em> <br><br>Eliza sat as tall as she could to see over a nearby witch’s Beauxbatons hat. Valentin Delestrac. <br><br><strong>“He’s cute. In a scared, rabbit sort of way. Bloody skinny though, I could pick my teeth with him,”</strong> she commented in a quiet<em>er</em> whisper than the one she’d been using earlier.<br><br>Though she was far away, she could still hear the speech if she strained to listen, and soon the impassioned words of Valentin’s speech soon grabbed Eliza’s attention and refused to release it. Though he was not yet a powerful or perhaps even effective public speaker, it was clear that the man had a vision and a clear interest in public service.<br><br>Also, now once Eliza heard him mention the Student Union, she had the missing piece of her puzzle and recognized Valentin Delestrac as @CitoyanDelestrac, his Hooter handle.<br><br><em>“The Beauxbâtons Student Union's mission is to defend and promote the rights and interests, both individual and collective, of its student population, in addition to representing the student population with regard to the academy's administration, as well as the Ministry of Magic… The Union has also the mission of promoting collective and political awareness among its members, in other words, you and me. To do so, the Union functions in a democratic process revolving around general assemblies where issues will be discussed and the Union, and thus the student body, will take official position which will act as a means of pressure on relevant actors. Throughout the world, a handful of wizards in fancy robes attempt to impose their version of what education should be to us. One day they might increase tuition on a whim, causing many of us around here not to be able to pursue our studies due to potential greed and mismanagement. One day they might unjustly cause grievance over the academic performance of a student in a particular class. To prepare for such days, the Union is there to organize and unite the student population into a single force. Remember this, comrades, unity makes strength!&nbsp; I hereby invite you all to a General Assembly a week from now in this hall, after classes, on September 9th. Paraphrasing Marx here, we must let the ruling classes tremble at our union. We have nothing to lose but our chains. We have a world to win. Thank you.”</em><br><br>No sooner had the speech ended did Eliza start clapping, wearing a large smile on her face.<br><br><strong>“Yeah! WOO WOO!”</strong> she cheered, though she quickly stopped when she realized that she was the only one.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: A New Beginning [Beauxbatons]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>art nova</strong> on <strong>04-02-2019, 00:57:24</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://pmcwwd.files.wordpress.com/2015/01/luz-pavon041.jpg?w=640&amp;h=415&amp;crop=1)</div><div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/MbTutcl.png)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>NAME:</strong> babs velez. (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299655.msg14664118#msg14664118)<br><strong>YEAR:</strong> four.<br><strong>BLOOD STATUS:</strong> half blood.<br><strong>WAND:</strong> 11" | dogwood | white river monster spine<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> a scavenged school uniform. oversized male shirt, undersized female jacket. no pants! don’t worry, <acronym title="”impossible!”">she’s decent.</acronym> <br><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong> 2nd september / evening. <br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> beauxbatons grand hall <br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> love, friendship, wishful truancy, lush behavior, reminiscing. <br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> ria, juliette, gamon, open.</td></tr></tbody></table><br><br><hr><br><div style="text-align: justify;">Babs didn’t believe in hangovers. The secret to avoiding it, in her experience, was to be always a little bit drunk or somewhat tipsy. Until of course, the situation became dire, but for now, she’d cross that bridge when she stumbled onto it. Hopefully no time soon. To her great fortune, she’d fallen asleep wasted and woken up buzzed, inside someone else’s closet in someone else’s dorm. So it made perfect sense to try on someone else's clothes. <br><br>The shirt swooped down to her mid thighs. This was why she loved tall men! Their clothes made for the best dresses. And the jacket. It hated her ribs but shit, did she love it. She’d buttoned the jacket off so that the shirt went floof! around her hips and all together, she found the whole thing <em>très chic</em> as fuck. Whoever’s jacket it was, they were somehow even tinier and more flat chested than Babs. She sort of wanted to meet them just so she could shake their hand. Not return the jacket of course. She had plans for this jacket. The type of plans that involved no blouse underneath and a valiant attempt at actual cleavage on her part. Besides, what else would she remember <em>what’s their name?</em> with, if not their charmingly small outerwear. <br><br>Not bothering to go back to her own dorm had paid dividends. Babs had, for once, shown up early only to fall asleep in her seat, wake up, and realized she’d chosen the wrong spot. Ria was way, way over somewhere and these other people were nice. Some smelled goods. Others looked good. But Babs had her heart set on a certain, specific seat-mate. She sprung up from her old seat and bounced over to her new one, tapping the shoulders and heads of students she’d considered friends (her enemies got <em>pokes</em>) on her way there. As soon as she made room for her butt next to Ria’s butt, Babs freed herself of the restrictive jacket and revealed a shirt whose shoulders were too wide not to slip off at least one of hers. Everyone kept saying a name and it sounded so familiar. Oh right! <br><br>“Valentine, Valentine,” she cooed and then flopped against Ria’s side. “Will you be mine?” she asked her and made the offer more attractive with a strong eyebrow waggle. “Aw,” she added, gazing up front, taking in his cracked voice and fumbling words. She agreed. He was cute, much like an ugly puppy, and Babs’s heart went out to him. So she had every intention to open her mouth and emit the most supportive of cheers. Instead, she cried out, “Make it <em>during</em> classes! Cretin.” <br><br>Oh well. Her heart had been in the right place and, as they say, it was the thought that mattered. No, that sounded wrong. And did it really matter, if she was the only one to hear the thoughts? Did any of her thoughts really matter unless they manifested themselves in her words and actions? Her head hurt. Great, all this thinking had pushed her into the beginning of a hangover. She kept leaning against Ria for as long as she could get away with and decided hey, she’d already thought thoughts. Why not think some more.<br><br>The Triwizarding Tournament sounded fun. She’d never been to the UK sober before and she still wasn’t sure that hadn’t been Germany they’d landed in. There’d be a whole new hunting ground waiting for her there. Rich with chumps and suckers who’d never wandered far out of the village and, best of all, never ran across a Velez before. She prayed they hadn’t, at least. They’d never know what hit them. <br><br>“Pigs <em>always</em> know how to party.” Babs was an expert on pigs. <br></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: A New Beginning [Beauxbatons]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mellific</strong> on <strong>04-02-2019, 23:13:56</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/236x/ea/e0/8b/eae08b6236963d71b6469559860c5dd7--xavier.jpg)</div><div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/MbTutcl.png)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>NAME:</strong> Daniel Delgado (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299655.msg14674292#msg14674292)<br><strong>YEAR:</strong> Sixth<br><strong>BLOOD STATUS:</strong> Halfblood<br><strong>WAND:</strong> 11 inch | Rowan | Dragon Heartstring <br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Bauxbatons Boys uniform <br><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong> 2nd September, 2019 | Evening<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Beauxbatons Grand Hall <br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Time to eat!<br><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> Foster the People - Pumped Up Kicks (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rnO-MflYxCw)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Open (mentioning Valentin)</td></tr></tbody></table><br><br><hr><br>Every year, the start of school always hit Daniel like a surreal cloud. That first day usually went by like a rolling fog, too. One minute it was almost too thick to see through and be able to navigate, next minute it was thinning out and he would be forced to wonder how it all happened before he really noticed it. <br><br>Now that he was in his Sixth year at Beauxbatons, he was starting to feel a bit sentimental. Maybe he squandered his first couple of years here when he should have reached out more or tried new things. Then again, the Triwizard Tournament was the perfect opportunity to do something like that, wasn’t it? <br><br>He dug into his plate - ignoring and trying not to visibly cringe at - Valentin during his speech. When he was finished and Eliza broke out into a fit of cheering, Daniel had to chuckle. He glanced at Juliette who was clapping politely, almost out of pity. Was that really the more polite thing to do, though? Daniel pondered it a little further as he chewed on some buttery potatoes. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: A New Beginning [Beauxbatons]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mellific</strong> on <strong>05-02-2019, 18:06:30</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://www.productionparadise.com/newsletters/1238/photos/34141/original/dalemay-elizabethbanks-shot-03-0173-2.jpg)</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> Flora Trémaux<br><strong>OCCUPATION:</strong> Headmistress for Beauxbatons <br><strong>BLOOD STATUS:</strong> Pureblood <br><strong>WAND:</strong> 12 inch | Rosewood | Kneazle Whiskers <br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Hot pink ball gown with flowers on the shoulders and along the hem<br><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong> Monday, 2 September, 2019 | Evening<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Beauxbatons Grand Hall <br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Welcoming Feast<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> All | Open</td></tr></tbody></table><br><hr><br>When the puffy haired boy thanked her, Flora smiled another sickeningly sweet smile. She waited with a straight back and her chin parallelled to the ground, hands folded discreetly in her lap from behind the table. While he spoke, she refrained from touching her food. Her head tilted to the side as she listened to him speaking to his classmates about a union. Her eyes wandered curiously, noticing how his peers were responding to his speech. <br><br>Juliette politely applauded, as expected. Eliza shouted and jeered, which was also completely expected. Some students ignored, other students threw a little food his way. Flora stood from her seat and clapped her hands together two times, gathering the attention of those gathered. “Quite enough, everyone.” Flora had a way of speaking authoritatively while also sounding as charming as ever. “There will be no food throwing.” <br><br>Flora extended a hand to gesture out to Valentin. “Should you be interested in the student union, please speak to Valentin. Do finish your dinners, though. Then, you have the rest of the evening to yourselves.” She folded her hands in front of herself and returned to her seat, finishing off her plate, then excusing the staff members. Some of them milled around and spoke to one another, others returned to the staff area. Flora continued to watch over the students, drinking something pink that sparkled, from a triangular shaped glass. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: A New Beginning [Beauxbatons]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rel Mayer</strong> on <strong>06-02-2019, 01:22:03</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/sPYs4Y8.jpg)</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> Ria Delestrac (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299655.msg14658834#msg14658834)<br><strong>YEAR:</strong> Year 7<br><strong>BLOOD STATUS:</strong> Half-Blood<br><strong>WAND:</strong> 12 | Vine | Veela hair<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Uniform, but jacket is open with a see through mesh top and dark black bra. <br><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong> Monday, 2 September, 2019 | Evening<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Beauxbatons Grand Hall <br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Trash Talking with her main bitch, insulting blood, being insecure about boys<br><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> Uffie Ft. Justice ♪ The Party (https://youtu.be/TA51ZUw4RpE)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Eliza, Babs, Valentin, Florian (M)</td></tr></tbody></table><br><br><hr><br>Ria slipped her hand to her forehead. Feeling the throbbing sensation of her headache creep in. It wasn't until she was bringing the glass of wine to her mouth that her eyes unfortunately caught Eliza waltzing in like she owned the place. Ria, herself, wasn't known for having a lot of class but Liza was on a completely different level. Was she talking while eating? Her mouth was open? Suddenly Ria felt her stomach churn and she pushed her own food away from her. Curling her lip upward and wanting a cigarette more and more. <em>Fuck... where is Babs</em>, Ria thought to herself, knowing that Babs would at least make her feel better by picking fun at the ridiculous scene that was Eliza. As if matters could get even more annoying and worse, she heard Valentin began to speak and address the whole student union.<br><br><em>Fucking nerd,</em> Ria thought rolling her eyes behind her glasses and looking away. Not catching the glance from Valentin looking for support from his sister. Ria had a barren field of "giving a fuck" grapes to share with Valentin. The last thing she wanted to do was be associated with his student union. A student fucking union. <br><br>The only support Ria would offer would be muffled 'NERD' uttered loudly and hidden behind her hand. The last thing she needed to do was get in trouble with the Headmistress... again. However, she couldn't not take the opportunity to pick on her little brother. She couldn't wait until she only had to see him for holidays. He was different from her in every way possible, and because of that she wanted to stay as far away as the could.&nbsp; Ria laughed to herself privately, when she realized that Eliza was supporting the claim. "Oh god..." Ria said to herself in horror. A fantasy of the two of them hitting it off and Eliza attending her family holidays flashed before her eyes. <br><br>"No... No... No..." Ria muttered to herself. Promising at that moment that she would <em>not</em> let that happen. Even if that meant... joining the student union. She'd have to think that one over a bit more. Maybe she'd be better disowning her family. <br><br>Fate finally decided to work in her favor when she felt the touch of Babette slipping beside her. She could smell her perfume and natural body scent from steps away. That was the thing about best bitches--they knew each other in and out. Babs was gorgeous in her own genre, but never in a way that Ria would get jealous of. The two made natural sense. A natural taste for chaos and parties, and a natural distaste to... pretty much anything that rubbed them the wrong way. Babs was her partner in crime, always there for the parties, always there to introduce her to a new hook-up, and Ria would do the same for her. If Ria was anywhere notable or anywhere that she would be see in a group, it was a high likelihood that Babs would be there too. Of course Babs would have her own protests to Valentin's idea, however she made a good point. If it was during classes Ria may consider joining. <br><br>"Babs, if you fuck my brother I'm going to claim you the most charitable saint of the year..." Ria said slipping her thigh closer to Babs so that they were abnormally close. She heard her mentioned 'Valentin--will you be mine?'. However, Ria slipped her hand to Bab's pretty brown locks and gave them a sniff. An odd thing to do, but not with the accompanying jab to her side. "... And where were you last night?" Ria grabbed the corners of the over-sized shirt. Grabbing at the edges to look at her neck. "I'm going to find fucking blood sucker marks on your neck... or did they place them lower?" Ria teased in a fashionable way. In truth, it was an odd way of complimenting Babs for having some fun. <br><br>As far as Ria was aware, she didn't remember the last few hours. With Babs not there either--it left one to wonder what the hell Ria was up to when she was blackout drunk. <br><br>"Looks like we're bringing the swine flu with us. Hopefully they don't think she's a proper French woman. We have a reputation to uphold," Ria pointed to Eliza and brushed her shoulder against Babs to indicate to look in that direction. Already Ria was plotting in her head ways to get back at Eliza. She hadn't fallen to the prank that Babs and Ria set in place to get her to now show up the banquet. Then what would they do? "Something must be done with that cow," Ria muttered again under her breath. <br><br>But the Headmistress relieved them, while also indicating for them to eat their dinners. She would ignore that request. Ria's eyes glimmered at the aspect of getting away and having a cigarette, but she wasn't at a place to disappear just yet. She wouldn't say why, but it seemed that Ria was parked in her seat until she confirmed something. "Babs," Ria said slipping her finger to her sunglasses and pulling them off of her face. Her eyes were bloodshot, but at least her eyeliner looked fucking perfect. "Do you... Do you remember what I was doing last before you left last night?" <br><br>Ria had been hinting here and there about Florian with Babs. She hadn't done anything with him, which was more rare than actually sleeping with him. However, she had this constant fear that she may have accidentally slept with Florian and didn't remember. That fear was... utterly odd for Ria--considering that she had done the same thing many times before with nameless people and didn't bat an eyelash. It seemed that this time the situation was different, and Ria always made a point to make sure Florian was invited to every party. Valentin, on the other hand, was often purposely forgotten. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: A New Beginning [Beauxbatons]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Swashbuckler</strong> on <strong>07-02-2019, 04:37:30</strong>
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				<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> Mentioned: Ria, Valentin, Bambi, Eliza</td></tr></tbody></table><br><br><hr>It was that back at Beauxbatons time of year again, and just like everyone since his first, Florian was settling back into the scene with the save relish a tired person might settle into the warms waters of a perfect bath.&nbsp; All that was missing was the heated “Ahhh….” of contentment, instead Florian was enjoying a laugh with his usual crowd.&nbsp; Sharing tales of their respective summers, some true while others where at best heavily embellished, Florian drew as quiet as all those around him when their Headmistress appeared, although like a good half of the population, it was as much in anticipation as it was from pure respect.<br><br>“Mon dieu…” Florian breathed as the Headmistress flowed past, his green eyes drinking in every detail.&nbsp; “Oh, but that is the most amazing of women…” He continued, his eyes trailing from Flora’s calves, back up and down again until at last she was lost behind the lecturn, and then he merely studied her face and hair.&nbsp; Truly, a remarkable woman.&nbsp; While normal the Headmistress’s speech flowed over him with barely a registered word, this one was quite special, even if it was a bit light on details.&nbsp; “The Triwizard Tournament?&nbsp; Hogwarts? Now, this could be just the type if thing I need…” Florian mused to himself, his head already spinning with the possibilities, when strangeness seemed to explode all around the Grand Hall.<br><br>First, Valentin the Poorly Named remained standing with the rest of the school took their seats, apparently to approach the head table.&nbsp; &nbsp;“Oh, but this will certainly be good…” Florian grinned, more than a little maliciously.&nbsp; Valentin, a few year behind him, was the brother of the very fascinating 7th year Ria, and this was just the kind of thing that would get to her, and perhaps give him something to discuss.&nbsp; After all, Florian was not usually in the habit of chasing older girls specifically, but it was damned hard to see past a see through blouse, after all.&nbsp; “Yes, this will be good.&nbsp; It can hardly get bet…” Florian started to say when the Hall doors banged open and Eliza Campbell came spilling in.<br><br>“I stand corrected.”&nbsp; Florian interrupted himself, grinning wide and openly as the poor thing stood and wallowed her way to her seat, all the while trying to catch her eye, or that of her little friend Bambi.&nbsp; All to no avail he was afraid.&nbsp; A perfectly perfect smirk wasted then.&nbsp; When Valentin rattled off about this or that, surprisingly managing to not get hexed by a Professor the entire time, Florian shook his head sadly.&nbsp; If that fellow was DESIGNING ways to remain a virgin, he could hardly be doing a better job.&nbsp; Finally, the weirdo was done with assuring his virginity, although from the way Eliza cheered, he had at least one prospect. <br><br>Speaking of prospects, Florian had the idea then to look around and see if Valentin’s sister was either laughing or seething at her brother’s antics.&nbsp; &nbsp;For the life him Florian could not get a read on the older party girl, and he felt he had been missing more signals than usual lately.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: A New Beginning [Beauxbatons]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Heartsink</strong> on <strong>07-02-2019, 23:48:13</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.gifer.com/HhkI.gif)</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> Valentin Delestrac (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299655.msg14656422#msg14656422)<br><strong>YEAR:</strong> Third<br><strong>BLOOD STATUS:</strong> Half-blood<br><strong>WAND:</strong> 12½ inches, Ash, Unicorn, Inflexible<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Beauxbâtons Academy uniform<br><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong> Monday, 2 September 2019 | Evening<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Grand Hall<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> **The dialogue is in French, too lazy to translate**<br><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> Les Cowboys Fringants - La manifestation (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xyvyVjQb0-I)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Flora Trémaux, Eliza Campbell, Bambi Trémaux, Open<br><strong>NOTE:</strong> N/A</td></tr></tbody></table><br><hr><br>Madame Trémaux's collaboration in all his efforts was both good and bad. It made future negotiations a viable prospect, since the administration was willing to entertain the existence of a union. However, the fact that she had agreed to it and didn't fight it off meant the administration didn't feel threatened by the union. As his speech ended, with more or less success by the look of his fellow students, some applauding, to whom he was grateful. A few name calls and food thrown at him was not unexpected from the uninformed masses. They would all support the union should their rights be endangered. Valentin was patient. Bourgeois propaganda was difficult to overturn when you had been bathing in it for all your life. Madame Trémaux then intervened with her authoritative yet melodious voice to restore order. She then proceeded to formally legitimize the student union with her next statement. <br><br><em>"Should you be interested in the student union, please speak to Valentin. Do finish your dinners, though. Then, you have the rest of the evening to yourselves."</em><br><br>Valentin took a step back from the lectern and walked to Madame Trémaux, bowing his head slightly, respectfully. <br><br>"Thank you Madame Trémaux," he said, before returning among the students. <br><br>He received a few mocking laughs and teasing remarks, but most people just ignored him. He didn't let it get to him, instead focusing on the positive reactions. There would always be reactionary agents. Allies on the other hand were hard to find. Eliza's cheers for instance didn't go unnoticed. He remembered her face and name from their exchange on Hooter the day before. He had ignored her last hoot, the one where she described herself as the big blonde with incredible tits. From looking at her Hooter account, he had learned she was Australian, and he hoped she spoke good French because his English was rather bad. He reached her table and cleared his throat to get her attention. <br><br>"Hmm, hi, Eliza, yes, hmm, nice to meet you in person," he said, offering his hand to shake and nodding a few times. He glanced down and noticed Bambi who was seated next to Eliza. A classmate of his from the same year, she was Madame Trémaux's niece and he could see a family resemblance. "Hi Bambi," he greeted her, not sure whether to shake her hand too or not. His left hand was free but shaking hands with the left hand was not common, so instead Valentin presented her a fist for her to bump, while his right hand was offered to Eliza. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: A New Beginning [Beauxbatons]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>art nova</strong> on <strong>08-02-2019, 01:34:54</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://pmcwwd.files.wordpress.com/2015/01/luz-pavon041.jpg?w=640&amp;h=415&amp;crop=1)</div><div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/MbTutcl.png)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>NAME:</strong> babs velez. (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299655.msg14664118#msg14664118)<br><strong>YEAR:</strong> four.<br><strong>BLOOD STATUS:</strong> half blood.<br><strong>WAND:</strong> 11" | dogwood | white river monster spine<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> a scavenged school uniform. oversized male shirt, undersized female jacket. no pants! don’t worry, <acronym title="”impossible!”">she’s decent.</acronym> <br><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong> 2nd september / evening. <br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> beauxbatons grand hall <br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> love, friendship, wishful truancy, lush behavior, reminiscing. <br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> ria, valentin (m), eliza (m), open.</td></tr></tbody></table><br><br><hr><br><div style="text-align: justify;">"No, no, no?" Babs echoed Ria's mutterings and ate off the other girl's plate. <br><br>A pout began to form on Babs's face as no real answer came to her question and she tried to shake from herself the stink of rejection, but she couldn't help herself. She had to ask Ria, "Is that a no then?" Why had she brought up her brother, when Babs had asked her to be Babs's Valentine. <br><br><em>Ohh.</em> She'd forgotten that was his name, since she never called him by it. That made sense. September was early to talk about Valentine's Day but then again, was it ever too early to speak about love, romance, and orgasms? <br><br>"Poor puppy," she laughed. Not one bit of Ria's prodding and sniffing bothered her. She leaned in closer and sniffed Ria. Just to have a whiff. "You smell good. Maybe I'll rub his belly." But then her smile slipped right off and she pressed her cheek against Ria's. "What if he becomes Minister?" she asked, her voice worried&nbsp; and slightly muffled. Weren't Ministers usually kinda...lame? Oh, gods. And she hadn't done a single thing to curry favor with him, when this was the absolute best time to do it. When he was all frail outcast-y."<em>Should</em> I fuck him? Does he even like women? I'll find him a man, as long as he remembers to show gratitude to <em>me</em>." Should they be nicer to him? Should Babs have listened to all of his speech? <br><br>No, no. This was spiraling into the ravings of a lunatic. Never listen to an entire speech. Avoid all speeches, if possible. And, and, she could be smart and crafty. She didn't need to prostitute herself, not as a first resort, at least. He probably didn't even enjoy sex or have the proper capacity for it. Dear gods, he couldn't even schedule a meeting right. How could he make love to a woman? Or, being(s) he was so inclined to. It didn't make any sense to Babs. Ria was stunning and smart and spectacular; all the best s words. Maybe he was a late bloomer. <br><br>When Ria mentioned bites and sucking, Babs grinned. "Wanna check for yourself?" she purred. <br><br>"Don't worry," she said, sweetly. Eliza didn't bother Babs that much but she liked Ria much, much more than Eliza (and almost everyone ever, actually), so she couldn't find it in herself to care. To do anything but smirk and reply, "Hogs know their own kind. She'll blend." <br><br>When Ria directed Babs's attention to Eliza and she noticed who was talking to who. Her reaction was different. She whistled, lewdly, because yeah, that seemed about right. "Bloom, Val, bloom all over her," she hollered, happily. Then Ria spoke and Babs realized she's whistled too soon. "Oooh, what're you thinking? Scale of cow tipping to slaughterhouse."<br><br>Babs shrugged and swayed in her seat. "You danced, smoked, drank, stripped. Fun stuff!" Then she froze and turned&nbsp; to Ria, delighted. "Do any fun people?" Last she saw of Ria, Babs's pretty sure it was with Florian, or another pale curly haired person. "Any fun <em>Florians?"</em> He was rich, one of the best things anyone could be, so Babs liked him for Ria. Babs had made a vulgar and encouraging gesture and then left them to have some alone time. "Tell, tell." <br><br><br></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: A New Beginning [Beauxbatons]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Malrunar</strong> on <strong>09-02-2019, 01:12:46</strong>
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				<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 &nbsp;(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&nbsp; 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.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: A New Beginning [Beauxbatons]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Malrunar</strong> on <strong>10-02-2019, 01:15:24</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/m0Zmu2N.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 &nbsp;(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> As pictured above.<br><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong> 13th September, Mid-Morning <br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Beauxbaton Library<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Misplaced hedgehogs. <br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Daniel Delgado. [Closed]</td></tr></tbody></table><br><br><hr><br>As usual, classes didn’t seem to ease anyone into the subjects of the new year, and if Bambi were being honest, she was half convinced that the faculty was more eager than ever to fill student’s heads with information and expected a flawless performance in return. She had spent the majority of the summer with her nose stuffed in books to try and make up the difference of a ‘paltry performance’ over the following years, and while she certainly wasn’t the worst student to perform, her grades did little to inspire her distant father. It was difficult not to slip into the routine of self-doubt and self-loathing, but Eliza’s bubbly personality was a great help and she found herself pushing forward, regardless. After all, it wasn’t likely she would be one of the chosen to go to Hogwarts, anyway, especially since Bambi had no intention of entering the competition. Leave the glory and fame for those smarter and more daring than she. Bambi had a hard enough time figuring out what was on the curriculum.<br><br>So, not so unexpectedly, she found herself spending her free time in the library on a warm Friday morning rather than enjoying the fresh air and the out of doors. There were no classes for her today, and so Bambi intended to use this chance to study up on her most challenging class by far: Defense Against the Dark Arts.<br><br>“<em>A Compendium of Common Curses and their Counter Actions</em>” sat just above two other titles at her table, “<em>The Dark Forces: A Guide To Self-Protection,</em>” by Quentin Trimble, as well as a much thicker novel called “<em>The Rise and Fall of the Dark Arts</em>.” She had every intention of sticking her nose inside, of doing her father proud by acing the test on Tuesday. She really did.<br><br>But something didn’t belong in the library and it caught her attention. Small, prickly, with a cute little face and swift little legs that allowed it to scurry away from its owner. She recognizes the hedgehog as Hedgie, and as it darted past her chair Bambi lifted her eyes in hopes of seeing the upperclassman that owned it hot on its heels.<br><br>Nothing.<br><br>“Uh-oh.” She stood to her feet and smoothed the skirt of her dress, balancing on the spikes of her heels without so much as a wobble. Bambi may have been completely average with her studies and she was far from athletic, but one thing the woman did have was in spades was the same liquid grace as a cat. It was just a shame that didn’t mean anything in the wizarding world.<br><br>Hedgie blinked beady little eyes at her from where it peered from beneath the table, right beside the one she had stacked with books. Perhaps Hedgie was frightened,&nbsp; it didn’t so much as turn around when the woman reached to scoop it up into her palm and instead it wiggled its pointed little nose at her in gratitude. “Poor thing,” she cooed, “are you frightened?” She didn’t speak hedgehog, but it didn’t bite or claw into her hand so she figured it was safe to assume they were on the same page. <br><br>When she turned to search for the owner, she came face to chest with someone else instead, frowning instantly when she recognized the cloying cologne.<br><br>Ivo. She didn’t remember his last name but with a reputation <em>he</em> had you didn’t need one. He was a student in his sixth year, with an inflated ego and more interest in crude commentary and filling the halls with catcalls and whistles than contributing in any meaningful way. Most of the time the library was safe from creeps like him, but it seemed today was not her day.<br><br>“Bambi!” She cringed upon hearing her full name, carefully side-stepping his attempt to plant an uninvited and all too familiar kiss on her cheek. Her grace carried her easily to the other side of the table to keep some distance between them but felt even that was closer than she would have liked. “What’s a pretty little thing like you doing inside? Wouldn’t you rather be digging your bare feet in the sand on the beach?”<br><br>She exhaled through her nose, tucking Hedgie almost protectively against her chest as if to shield the little critter from Ivo’s attention. She wouldn’t put it past the creep to turn his attention on things <em>other</em> than lone women. He was an absolute coward in crowds. “It’s a library, Ivo, and we’re at university. I don’t think it’s too hard to understand <em>what</em> I’m doing here. I would appreciate it if you left me to my studies.”<br><br>She felt her face twist in disgust as he tried a roguish grin -’creaton’, came to mind- and leaned against her books with his palm flat on the covers. He lowered his voice in a suggestive manner that had her cheeks burning in no short order. “Need a study partner? I’m great with oral examinations.”<br><br>If Hedgie wasn’t so cute -or a living creature- she had half a mind to throw it at him.<br><br>It was a shame she was so horrible with curses. Watching him vomit slugs would have been quite satisfying right about now.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: A New Beginning [Beauxbatons]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rel Mayer</strong> on <strong>10-02-2019, 03:06:36</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/sPYs4Y8.jpg)</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> Ria Delestrac (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299655.msg14658834#msg14658834)<br><strong>YEAR:</strong> Year 7<br><strong>BLOOD STATUS:</strong> Half-Blood<br><strong>WAND:</strong> 12 | Vine | Veela hair<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Uniform, but jacket is open with a see through mesh top and dark black bra. <br><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong> Monday, 2 September, 2019 | Evening<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Beauxbatons Grand Hall <br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Motioning Florian to come over, being dramatic with Babs<br><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> Uffie - Pop The Glock (https://youtu.be/2RA-lXK0c0g)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong>&nbsp; Babs, Valentin (M), Eliza (M), Florian </td></tr></tbody></table><br><br><hr><br>Ria licked her lips to get a glossy sheen over the plump morsels. Her mind was thinking to the previous night when Babs letting her know what her drunken self gotten into. Her black painted fingernails went to her temple as she rubbed them. This hungover headache was killing her, and she wasn't any good at potions to help hydrate her body and her mind. A sigh came to her chest as she had to revive herself the muggle way. She reached out for the water and drank a few more gulps. Eyes scanning the group again. <br><br>That's when her eyes caught Florian. It seemed that he was laughing at Valentin for his own amusement (she appreciated that) and also eventually turned his eyes toward her. Ria's hair looked a bit frazzled at that moment. The long, frizzed curls over her face, and the length of her hair tucked behind her. She looked good, and from how far away she was he may have not noticed how bloodshot her eyes were. For a moment she reflected on Florian. Usually, she would have just slept with him, rocked his world, and said `<span style="font-family: courier;" class="bbc_font">Thank u</span>` moving right along to the next. However, Florian caught her interest. He was lively, had a knack for life, established, and made her feel ... excited. He wasn't boring like the others.<br><br>Until recently, only Babs had caught her interest as someone worth hanging out with. A smile came to her red painted lips and she raised her hand to Florian. Indicating for him to come join her and Babs. Her best bitch called her out. The crush being so incredibly obvious to Babs that her beautiful mouth way playing with the words. Ria wished she could slip her fingers against Bab's sweet lips and taste the way Florian rolled off of her mouth. It was like a cherry on the top of some good scoop of cream. Instead, she just winked at Florian and and nodded her head over to have him join the duo. Who knew what sort of fun situation would arise with two adventurous people like Florian and Babs. An anticipating sigh tickled her chest before she turned to Babs. Her seeds already plated in her chaos plot. <br><br>"I woke up and felt... different. Not like I had been fucked or anything, because my puss is still fine. But, my lips..." Ria slipped her fingers against them. Noticing a bit of rogue from her lipstick sticking to her fingers. "It felt like someone was sucking on them. Kissing them... Oh... Babs!" Ria said being rather dramatic. Throwing her arms up in the air and leaning her head up against Bab's shoulder. Arms clinging around her as if she was falling to the ground, but in actuality -- she was just trying to be dramatic with her best bitch. <br><br>"How I wish it was Florian. Unfortunately, I don't think he understands that I don't only want to fuck him, but I want to fuck his brain. You get me?" Babs licked her lips and then slipped her finger up against Bab's lips. The slight color of red rouge tracing along the bottom lip. It tasted like cherries. Ria always liked having flavored lipsticks. Ria was talking on how she was so mentally interested in Florian, but her mind went to Babs too. There was no doubt that Ria found the woman attractive in all the ways. One of the few people she could be around for extended periods of time. Ria bit her lip thinking about the many drunk 'accidents' of kissing Babs and tasting her own gloss off of her lips. Passing it off as Ria being curious and drunk, but truth be told she would do it sober any day. <br><br>For a moment Ria was greedy, and wished that what actually happened last night was Ria placing those kisses and bites over Bab's body, with Florian followed close behind. But, Ria knew better than to think those thoughts. Weren't they supposed to be thinking about the Tri-Wizard tournament and Hogwarts? Ria eventually leg Bab's go from her grasp and dropped her arms to her side. She was always especially flustered and needy whenever she was hungover. She rolled her shoulders and tried to wipe the lewd thoughts from her mind. <br><br>"When we get to Hogwarts, Babs, we're going to need to find the right people to throw the proper parties. I'm not going to sit and be a studious student just because of some tournament. We will not become..." Ria pointed in Eliza and Valentin's direction. Sure, there were others there that Ria thought were decent, but now those two. "...that sort of swine. Right, Babs?" Ria added. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: A New Beginning [Beauxbatons]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mellific</strong> on <strong>10-02-2019, 13:16:20</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://encrypted-tbn0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcRUqoL4GOGANXYXQU_Wmr5D8cYY-62l2wGEhmFKCDhTrA2KBJWM)</div><div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/MbTutcl.png)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>NAME:</strong> Daniel Delgado (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299655.msg14674292#msg14674292)<br><strong>YEAR:</strong> Sixth<br><strong>BLOOD STATUS:</strong> Halfblood<br><strong>WAND:</strong> 11 inch | Rowan | Dragon Heartstring <br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Same shirt in picture, jeans and white vans <br><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong> Friday 13th September, 2019 | Mid-morning<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Beauxbatons Library<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Lost &amp; Found<br><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> OK GO - This Too Shall Pass (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UJKythlXAIY)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Bam Trémaux [Closed]</td></tr></tbody></table><br><hr><br>What led Daniel into the library that day was his need to return a book he had borrowed for Charms class. Although there were a number of students who were able to afford the impossibly thick books they needed for studies, others like Daniel, had to make do with borrowing them when the time came. Of course, by his sixth year at Beauxbatons, he knew well and good how to copy sections of texts and sort them for later reference. That didn’t mean professors weren’t constantly finding new subject material to go over, though. <br><br>Once he slid the book across the counter in the quiet space, he smiled an appreciative, if a bit goofy, smile at the librarian - Miss Baumberger - and turned around again to make his way toward the exit. Of course, that was when he heard a bit of a commotion nearby. Turning his head to the side, he cocked a brow and quietly approached the disturbance. At first, it sounded like nothing more than two classmates getting on, but upon a closer listen, he realized it was one classmate trying a bit too hard with another, who was clearly uninterested. <br><br>Danny approached when Ivo - a guy with a reputation that stank almost as badly as he did - set his hand down on a stack of books that obviously didn’t belong to him, and stood as if to block the way. He only caught a glimpse of the fair female student suffering through Ivo’s unwelcome advances. Overhearing him make a comment about his oral skills just after the young woman - Bam, it was - requested that he leave her to her studies, Daniel stepped in. He tapped the bloke on the shoulder, which made Ivo turn around, looking rather annoyed to be interrupted. <br><br>“Oy. I think she asked you to leave her alone, mate.” Daniel used the hand at Ivo’s shoulder to turn the bloke round and have him face Daniel, instead of Bam. “I don’t think it’s any of your business,” Ivo responded, pushing Daniel with one hand against his chest. Daniel didn’t move, though. “Why don’t you have a go with the giant squid at the bottom of the Black Lake?” Daniel questioned, while also inviting him to get lost. He shoved Ivo back, this time stepping between him and Bam. <br><br>“Pfft. Whatever,” Ivo rolled his eyes, scoffing outwardly, before stalking off. From the front, he noticed Miss Baumberger clutching a book to her chest, watching Ivo like a hawk, then sighing out in relief when he left. Danny lifted a hand to brush himself off, turning to face Bam and offer her an apologetic smile for what she just had to endure. “Sorry about that, sounded as if you could’ve used some help so I hope you don’t mind that I-” but then Daniel noticed what she was holding. “Hedgy?!” He blurted out, only to then be shushed by the librarian. “Sorry,” he whispered back.<br><br>Holding his hands out for Hedgy, Daniel’s wide eyes went from examining his pet hedgehog, to the one who found him. Bam was an underclassmen, but she always stuck out for him, and not only because she was related to the graceful and giggly Headmistress. Bam was rather cute. “How on earth…” he started, but shook his head. “Thanks for finding him. Though I’ve no idea how he got out.” He glared at his pet, who only nuzzled against his palms. Danny released a bit of a sigh, one of those sighs pet owners exhale, one that spoke of how much of a pain in the ass a pet could be, and yet also how adorable. <br><br>“I trust he wasn’t too much trouble.” His brows furrowed a bit as he looked around for any sign that Hedgy might have shat a trail of pellets. He cringed, hoping not. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: A New Beginning [Beauxbatons]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Malrunar</strong> on <strong>10-02-2019, 19:31:16</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/m0Zmu2N.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 &nbsp;(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> As pictured above.<br><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong> 13th September, Mid-Morning <br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Beauxbaton Library<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Relocated Hedgie <br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Daniel Delgado. [Closed]</td></tr></tbody></table><br><br><hr><br><br>Bambi awkwardly rubbed at the back of her neck as Ivo stormed off, leaving a trail of cologne in his wake that reminded her an awful lot of slug-slime. <em>He is such a creep.</em> For whatever reason he had confused himself into thinking that ‘shy’ meant ‘easy’, and while Bambi wasn’t exactly a pushover, some still thought she had a target painted on her back. Perhaps that was because of how much she had the habit of blushing? A lot of classmates assume she was some sheltered princess in a Disney movie. She hadn’t missed the jokes that were whispered about her, and while those things stung she didn’t let them bother her too much. <br><br>People were often so insecure about themselves they had the habit of dragging others down to make them feel better. She didn’t have a lot of close friends, but the ones she did have didn’t lack in quality. Even if they were often teased for the things that made them special.<br><br>She exhaled, hoping to lose the red from her cheeks and forced herself to look up at the familiar face. Daniel had been the one she was looking for earlier and his presence seemed to excite the hedgehog. Without pause, Bambi handed him over carefully so as to keep from prickling anyone’s fingers with those little points. It wasn’t so much like handling a cactus, but his quills were still something to respect. Besides, her adrenaline was still pulsing and it made her hands shake.<br><br>“Little scamp was no trouble,” she murmured, immediately pulling at her fingers now that her hands were free. The blush was fading, her cheeks no longer felt like they were directly in the sun, but that only allowed time for other nervous faults coming into play. This was why she was so horrible with her etiquette class.<br><br>Speaking of etiquette… She finally looked him in the eye after clearing her throat. <em>It’s rude to mumble.</em> “Thank you for stepping in.” She didn’t smile, but she was sincere with her gratitude. “Hedgie just waddled by and I scooped him up.” She licked her lips and shuffled her weight from one foot to the other, then suddenly found the wall off to the side quite fascinating. “I was actually on my way to find you when that <em>creep</em> showed up. I don’t think he’s been out long.” With a little internal cheerleading, she turned her dark blue eyes to the creature cupped in Daniel’s hands. Hedge looked happier already. “But he sure did miss you, didn’t he?”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: A New Beginning [Beauxbatons]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jag</strong> on <strong>11-02-2019, 01:54:56</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/kKiXygt.gif)</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> Gamon Bergier (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299655.msg14664022#msg14664022)<br><strong>YEAR:</strong> 7th<br><strong>BLOOD STATUS:</strong> Half Blood<br><strong>WAND:</strong> 10.5'' | Aspen | Unicorn hair | Springy (https://i.imgur.com/Cghklio.jpg)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Male School Uniform (unfortunately. these pants and this shirt are dreadful), Female School Shoes, Black Gloves From Avatar<br><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong> Monday, 2 September, 2019 | Evening<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Beauxbatons Grand Hall <br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> *eyerolling*<br><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> Your Makeup is Terrible - Alaska Thunderfuck 5000 (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Wl1sT5iylAQ)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Julliette Belanger | OPEN</td></tr></tbody></table><br><br><hr><br>It would have hurt to roll his eyes as hard as he wanted to about the shennanigans that were going on tonight. People making speeches about student unions, people getting loud, and people falling on their faces. This was not appropriate or in the standard he saw his school presenting itself. If these were the sort of people hoping to represent Beauxbatons in the Triwizard Tournament, they were sure to lose. Gamon made the decision then that he was going to enter his name. He didn't need the sort of fame and glory it offered, but he had his own ideas in mind of how best to use merely being selected as Beauxbatons Champion. Winning wasn't the only way to use it to his advantage.<br><br>"I see no reason to root for someone who I do not feel properly represents Beauxbatons in it's entierty. This school has gone down hill. I think the admittance standards need to be raised, but I suppose after graduation I don't really need to care about that anymore," Gamon wasn't heartbroken to be graduating. He had found what he considered to be himself during his time here, but he also had very little in the way of sentimental time spent here. How far they let the school slip once he was gone was really no concern of his.<br><br>"I spent most of the summer on the river," with an umbrella to protect his complexion, of course, "Mother made me help in the shop," not that he minded too much. He did like the detail work of his mother's jelewry craft. It was beautiful, "I made you a necklace. Mother wanted it blue, but purple brings out your eyes better," he didn't mind to show his softer side around other people, but only because he was sure they knew it was for Juliette only and if they called him out on it the sharp edges would come back. <br><br>Gamon pulled the small box from his coat pocket and slid it across the table to her. Inside was a purple, copper enameled necklace (https://www.etsy.com/listing/516246111/purple-enamel-necklace-purple-flower?ga_order=most_relevant&amp;ga_search_type=all&amp;ga_view_type=gallery&amp;ga_search_query=copper+enamel+necklace&amp;ref=sc_gallery-3-1&amp;plkey=e3dd1e9829845279c10ba3caa5553a274b29b0fb%3A516246111).<br><br>The noise level rose a little and he sighed, "Do we really have to behave like this over dinner?" he said to no one in particular, but to the dining hall in general with a slightly raised voice of his own, "It's bad for digestion."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: A New Beginning [Beauxbatons]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Swashbuckler</strong> on <strong>11-02-2019, 03:15:54</strong>
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				<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</td></tr></tbody></table><br>Florian was very clearly enjoying himself and the spectacle all around him taking place in the Grand Hall of Beauxbatons.&nbsp; Who would have thought that the announcement of the return of the Triwizard Tournament would be one of the LEAST fun things about the evening?&nbsp; &nbsp; I mean, you had ridiculous speeches (bravo once again for the Headmistress being able to keep her cool in the face of that travesty), as well as big brash girls cleaning the floor with their face.&nbsp; Yes, all in all it really was shaping up to be be quite the year, and here we were only a few short hours in.<br><br>And speaking of keeping your cool in the face of Delestrac travesty, Florian at long last caught the eye of the passionately weird Valentin’s older sister Ria.&nbsp; And what an eye it was, a pair of them even, although if he had to pick an interesting pair on the seventh year, it would likely not have been her eyes.&nbsp; Grinning in response, Florian returned the wink Ria shot him with a rather broad one of his own, although he was pleasantly surprised by the implied invite to join her and Babs.&nbsp; While they had partied together, or at least in the same vicinity, at some times, this had a different feel about it.&nbsp; Of course, that could be do to their last encounter, although Florian had been well versed in not expecting any more out of that.<br><br>Rising from his seat, it DID seem to be the night for moving students, Florian made his way over to where the two girls, one older and one younger but both lovely sat practically joined at the hip.&nbsp; &nbsp;Stunning in their own rights, Florian knew as well as everyone else in Beauxbatons that these two were the greatest sources of trouble present, a fact that only heightened their appeal in his eyes.&nbsp; Approaching from the other side of the table, Florian had only to raise his eyebrow for a moment before the spot he sought was vacated and he could sit. <br><br>“Ladies.” He smiled, having just caught the end of Ria’s last statement to her dearest friend.&nbsp; “I’d challenge anyone to find a way to call your swine.&nbsp; Not, at least, when there are so many more pressing examples!”&nbsp; Raising up slightly, Florian scowled briefly at spotting clear water in Ria’s cup, before swiping another filled with at least something bubbly.&nbsp; “So, tell me that you two are planning on travelling to Scotland?&nbsp; The weather can’t be helped, but the prospects for adventure this year just tripled.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: A New Beginning [Beauxbatons]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Luciferia</strong> on <strong>11-02-2019, 07:02:43</strong>
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				<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>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;</td><td>Eliza Campbell (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299655.msg14664026#msg14664026)</td></tr><tr><td><strong>YEAR:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;</td><td>Fourth</td></tr><tr><td><strong>BLOOD STATUS:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;</td><td>Halfblood</td></tr><tr><td><strong>WAND:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;</td><td>10 ½” | Chestnut | Unicorn Hair | Springy (https://i.imgur.com/2e8tNWl.png)</td></tr><tr><td><strong>WEARING:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;</td><td>As Pictured</td></tr><tr><td><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;</td><td>September 2nd, 2019 | Dinner Time</td></tr><tr><td><strong>LOCATION:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;</td><td>Beauxbatons Grand Hall</td></tr><tr><td><strong>CONTENT:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;</td><td>R U Grabbing the Means of Production, Or…?</td></tr><tr><td><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;</td><td>Iggy Azalia - Mo Bounce (https://youtu.be/YQ2xtWgBlzk)</td></tr><tr><td><strong>TAGGING:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;</td><td><strong>Bambi Trémaux</strong> | <strong>Valentin Delestrac</strong> | ‘The Skinny Bitches’ Bab s&amp; Ria</td></tr></tbody></table><br><br><hr><br>The collective whispering was no longer something that Eliza bothered herself wondering about. She didn’t give a good goddamn if anyone was whispering about the way the flesh on her arm jiggled when she clapped, or that there was no lack of stares in her direction from the more “appropriate” students. There was nothing anyone here could say that was any more awful than what she’d grown up hearing, so there was no use in fretting. Besides, with Bam by her side, Eliza felt less likely to be the target of bullying.<br><br>Pretty people obeyed pretty people.<br><br>However, the usual brightness in Eliza’s eyes darkened as her eyes fell on the pair of skinny witches from earlier -- the ones who had tricked her into traipsing all the way up to the Astronomy tower in hopes that she would miss the banquet altogether. Regardless of how light-hearted she was, Eliza had not become bulletproof by allowing herself to be walked on and when she was certain the bitches were looking, she flipped both middle fingers up, and then after a moment, drew them across her throat in a clear threatening gesture.<br><br><strong>“I’ll make the fookin’ guillotine a thing again, you basic cunts,”</strong> she promised without lowering her voice whatsoever, or tearing her gaze from Thing 1 and Thing 2.<br><br>Valentin provided a much needed distraction however, and her eyes instantly brightened when he caught her attention, acting as if she hadn’t just fatally threatened her fellow students.<br><br><strong>“Hi!”</strong> she greeted, taking his hand without a second thought and shaking firmly. For a moment, she could hear her father’s voice in her head reminding her not to <em>“squeeze the piss outta ‘im”</em> and she lightened her grip while clearing her own throat of the lump that formed at the memory of her late dad. Thankfully, the silliness of how Valentin presented a fist-bump to Bambi caused Eliza’s plump lips to pull into a smile.<br><br>Sadly for Valentin, Eliza’s French was positively abysmal, but she had the patience and experience for fumbling English speakers. <br><br><acronym title="You make a good speech"><strong>“Tu fais un bon discours! Uh…”</strong></acronym> Her accent was so thick that any French that came out was likely unrecognizable or comedic to the point of being insulting. <acronym title="I still have interest in your organization"><strong>“J'ai toujours, ah... de l'intérêt pour... votre organisation…?”</strong></acronym>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: A New Beginning [Beauxbatons]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Heartsink</strong> on <strong>11-02-2019, 08:18:08</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://thumbs.gfycat.com/CoarseEmotionalCrustacean-small.gif)</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> Valentin Delestrac (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299655.msg14656422#msg14656422)<br><strong>YEAR:</strong> Third<br><strong>BLOOD STATUS:</strong> Half-blood<br><strong>WAND:</strong> 12½ inches, Ash, Unicorn, Inflexible<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Beauxbâtons Academy uniform<br><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong> Monday, 2 September 2019 | Evening<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Grand Hall<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> More awkwardness<br><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> Les Cowboys Fringants - La manifestation (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xyvyVjQb0-I)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Eliza Campbell, Bambi Trémaux, Open<br><strong>NOTE:</strong> N/A</td></tr></tbody></table><br><hr><br>Valentin's attempt at a casual fist bump with Bambi turned out to be rather awkward and ill-fated. She looked rather confused by his gesture, but thankfully Eliza shook his hand with vigor, so at least he had a 50% success rate. As he was about to pull out his left fist hanging in the air, he glanced at Bambi who decided to raise her fist, an ambiguous smile on her face hiding her suspected cringe. <br><br><acronym title="You make a good speech"><em>"Tu fais un bon discours! Uh..."</em></acronym> Eliza complimented him. <br><br><em>"Uhm, well said. It was quite the passionate, ah, report,"</em> Bambi added.<br><br>"<acronym title="Exclamation of annoyance or surprise of which the closest translation would be: &quot;well!&quot;">M'enfin!</acronym> <acronym title="Thank you, that is nice (of you to say)">Merci, c'est gentil</acronym>," Valentin replied, suddenly feeling better about his speech now that he had both their approval. They bumped their fist, as Valentin smiled back, trying his best to appear casual. <br><br><acronym title="I still have interest in your organization"><em>"J'ai toujours, ah... de l'intérêt pour... votre organisation...?"</em></acronym><br><br>Valentin smiled, ignoring the terrible state of Eliza's French pronunciation and grammar. She was from Australia so he could excuse that. It was still better than Parisians in his book. <br><br>"<acronym title="Good! Good! Ah, huh...">Tant mieux! Tant mieux! Ah, euh...</acronym>" he began, looking at an empty seat in front of them. He thought of ways to get over there quickly, one being going over the table, but that would risk messing other people's plates and he'd look like a fool. There was also the option of going under the table, but that had its own risks, and he didn't want to be called a pervert again. He looked around and it was a decent walk to go to the other side, but he decided it was worth it. "<acronym title="Give me a minute">Donnez-moi une minute,</acronym>" he added, lifting his index in the air to indicate the number 1 with his right hand. <br><br>He then started to jog down the lane between the long tables and went all the way to the end and jog back from the other side. He wanted to be face-to-face with Eliza and Bambi as he was about to offer them the option of joining the union's council. A conversation was always better face to face and they could eat at the same time. As he ran, a few students started laughing at him and asked where he was running. He ignored them and kept going. <br><br>Once he reached Eliza and Bambi again, he sat down in front of them and put both of his palms on the table. A student to his right looked at him, made a face and then stood up and left to find another place. <br><br>"<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> Valentin preached to them in a continuous flow of complicated French, moving his hands around to accentuate certain words and ending it all with a shrug of shoulders and a smile. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: A New Beginning [Beauxbatons]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mellific</strong> on <strong>12-02-2019, 22:10:55</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://encrypted-tbn0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcRUqoL4GOGANXYXQU_Wmr5D8cYY-62l2wGEhmFKCDhTrA2KBJWM)</div><div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/MbTutcl.png)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>NAME:</strong> Daniel Delgado (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299655.msg14674292#msg14674292)<br><strong>YEAR:</strong> Sixth<br><strong>BLOOD STATUS:</strong> Halfblood<br><strong>WAND:</strong> 11 inch | Rowan | Dragon Heartstring <br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Same shirt in picture, jeans and white vans <br><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong> Friday 13th September, 2019 | Mid-morning<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Beauxbatons Library<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Lost &amp; Found<br><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> OK GO - This Too Shall Pass (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UJKythlXAIY)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Bam Trémaux [Closed]</td></tr></tbody></table><br><hr><br>If inserting himself into the situation made Daniel a knight in shining armor, he was none the wiser. It was one of those situations that he didn’t have to think about before acting. It seemed like someone needed to step in, so he did. It was simple, really. Yet, these situations were sometimes a bit complex. Like, he hoped that Bam didn’t think he believed she was incapable of handling herself, or thought that she was too weak, or something. <br><br>He was trying to be more cognizant and aware of his actions and thoughts, wanting to be the sort of guy who made everyone feel comfortable, rather than someone who put certain people on edge or made them feel inferior or otherwise negative. Sometimes it was difficult to discern things that he had been taught growing up and things that he learned he could get away with. <br><br>A blush stained Bambi’s cheeks and even though it looked adorable on her, Danny recognized that it was probably due to embarassment more than anything else. Maybe a bit of ire in regard to that pushy fellow, who was no one’s friend, Ivo. Thankfully, they had Hedgy to keep them both quite distracted and smiley. Hedgy was good at that - making others smile. <br><br>He thought he saw her fingers shaking when he initially took his pet hedgehog out of Bambi’s hands, but knew better than to mention anything about it. Thankfully, he also knew better than to stare, or make it obvious that he noticed a thing. A smile of relief reached Daniel’s lips when she expressed that the tiny rodent was no trouble at all. “Good. Glad to hear that.” <br><br>Bam properly thanked him for involving himself and even though she didn’t specify about what, he didn’t need her to. Danny just nodded and offered her a semi apologetic, half lopsided, smile. She changed topics back to Hedgy quickly enough, and Daniel figured he could do her the favor of keeping the conversation on that path. “I swear, he’s too clever for his own good.” He stopped to glare at the adorable guy, petting his quill covered back, gently. “And naughty, at that.” <br><br>“He’s been in his cage and I think after a year of watching me open and close it, he’s figured out how to work the lever.” Daniel sighed and shook his head. “Figures, right?” He scoffed, and that noise turned into a chuckle soon thereafter. “Even if he’s only been out a minute, I’m sure he’ll take this opportunity to act absolutely famished when we return to the dorm.” Daniel cocked his brows down at his pet friend with a knowing look. <br><br>“Oh, a’course,” he nodded when Bam said Hedgy missed him. “You’ve got to miss the guy who feeds you, right?” He laughed, then glanced back at her again. “Really, I owe you one. I mean, thank you. Can I do anything to repay you for scooping him up and taking care of him?” Perhaps it sounded like a come on, but Daniel really didn’t mean it that way. Well, unless it worked. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: A New Beginning [Beauxbatons]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mellific</strong> on <strong>12-02-2019, 22:40:28</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/736x/f6/25/66/f625669e3dfcc1a87b1206de1d83f6c0.jpg)</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> Women's uniform<br><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong> 2 September, 2019 | Evening<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Grand Hall<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Grand Feast<br><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> Seven Lions - Freesol (Feat Skyler Stonestreet) (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7-9DJX8NlHU)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Gamon | Open</td></tr></tbody></table><br><hr><br>Juliette munched on her dinner while Gamon spoke about how the Academy had gone downhill in recent years. “It’ll really go downhill next year, when we’re no longer around to help keep it up decent.” Her brow raised, perhaps there was a bit of humor in her expression, but she was being quite sincere. Juliette had voluntarily taught several underclassmen the proper ways of etiquette, which was something that seemed to come rather naturally to her. Without her, she hoped they would fair. <br><br>Gamon made the point that once they graduated, it shouldn’t matter very much anymore, but Juliette shrugged her shoulders. Perhaps she was still slightly in denial about the fact that she was about to graduate and be done with the Institute for good. It was a rough pill for her to swallow, thinking about starting over in a new chapter of her life, when she wanted to continue reading old chapters for a while longer. <br><br>She supposed she would become one of those alumni who still continued to live in the past for a while, even after moving forward. Briefly, Juliette had to wonder what Gamon was planning to do after he said his farewell to Beauxbatons. As he spoke about his summer, Juliette smiled. She could tell that there was something about Gamon’s mother’s jewelry that he rather enjoyed. Perhaps the shop relaxed him, or maybe he just thoroughly enjoyed seeing her talent be put to use.<br><br>When he nonchalantly mentioned that he made her a necklace, Juliette was grateful she didn’t have a forkful of steak in her mouth. Her brows skyrocketed and she flushed slightly. “For me? Really? Oh my, Gamon. You sincerely did not have to.” He reached for the box in his pocket and slid it to her. Juliette gave him a gratuitous smile even as she collected it in her hand and brought it closer to herself, to examine. <br><br>She opened the box and was immediately touched by the thought, as well as by the work that must have gone into creating the necklace. “Aw, I love it.” She clicked her tongue against the roof of her mouth and looked at it even closer, then peered back at Gamon. “Thank you, so much.” Her free hand went to her chest. “I wish I brought you something. Well, other than the wine in my room,” she chuckled. <br><br>Gamon was attempting to settle down the riled up grand hall, but to no avail. Some of the wood nymphs looked over at him as his voice raised, even while they continued serenading everyone. Juliette smiled gently, especially at the idea that Gamon sometimes felt like Beauxbaton’s dad, while she felt like Beauxbaton’s mother. And Flora was sort of the weird aunt, while everyone else would have to be children. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: A New Beginning [Beauxbatons]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>art nova</strong> on <strong>13-02-2019, 03:43:55</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://pmcwwd.files.wordpress.com/2015/01/luz-pavon041.jpg?w=640&amp;h=415&amp;crop=1)</div><div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/MbTutcl.png)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>NAME:</strong> babs velez. (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299655.msg14664118#msg14664118)<br><strong>YEAR:</strong> four.<br><strong>BLOOD STATUS:</strong> half blood.<br><strong>WAND:</strong> 11" | dogwood | white river monster spine<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> a scavenged school uniform. oversized male shirt, undersized female jacket. no pants! don’t worry, <acronym title="”impossible!”">she’s decent.</acronym> <br><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong> 2nd september / evening. <br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> beauxbatons grand hall <br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> heart eyes, green eyed. <br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> ria, florian, eliza (m), open.</td></tr></tbody></table><br><br><hr><br><div style="text-align: justify;">Babs' returned Eliza's double stuffed rebuttal with a wide, teeth baring grin. "How do you wager our end will come?" she asked Ria with sharp fascination. "Eaten, or sat on? I think eaten. We might only be a snack for her, but we're delicious." Babs knew for a fact that Ria was, at least. <br><br>A wave of <em>something</em> washed over Babs as Ria spoke. It tasted a little bit like jealousy, a flavor she'd never been able to acquire any affection for. Florian this. Florian that. Florian, Florian, Florian. What about Babs? She tried not to wrinkle her nose. He was rich, but he wasn't <em>that</em> rich. Was he? Babs watched Ria for a moment with slight suspicion, and a growing pout. Flower either secretly had Oscar Wilde's personality or Midas money. It couldn't be both. If it was both (or, honest, just the money), Ria would need to remember to share more galleons and less gushing. "I can kiss better than he can," she muttered under her breath as she anchored her friend through histrionics. She was very sure she could. <br><br>Her rain cloud floated away as quickly as it had hung itself over her head. Typical. Babs didn't have the attention to sustain every single bad mood that came along. Now, a grudge, a grudge could be an entirely different story with the right person. But wasn't that the old story? Anything could become special, with the right person. "I have <em>no idea</em> what you're talking about." Babs dragged her words out and smiled, pressing them against the finger Ria had placed there. She kissed it. <br><br>"Too late. Oink, oink," Babs replied, her eyes bright with amusement. She laughed. "You couldn't be a pig if you tried." <br><br>"Ladies," Babs agreed and confirmed. And then she waved at Florian. "I've always, <em>always</em> wanted to go to Scotland," she sighed, "and see just what's hidden underneath those kilts." <br></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: A New Beginning [Beauxbatons]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Malrunar</strong> on <strong>17-02-2019, 01:01:52</strong>
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				<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 &nbsp;(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-- Student Council?<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Eliza and Valentin</td></tr></tbody></table><br><br><hr><br>Valentin ran around the table.<br><br>What was he doing? Where was he going? A slow arch of her brow pulled at the fair features of her face and she directed that confused expression at Eliza. “Uhm,” apparently others were having the same thought. Nearby students muttered their questions while a few of them stifled laughter. More than one set of eyes rolled with exasperation, one of which belonged to the student who quickly left their seat to get far away from Valentin. By that time Bambi was no less confused but managed to wrestle control over her face.<br><br>Immediately he went on about the student council and if the speech in front of the university wasn’t enough to suggest that he was quite serious, this one was convincing. It seemed that this was more than a fleeting thought and was something Valentin firmly believed in. In theory, she didn’t see much harm with his suggestions. In reality, she didn’t know what <em>she</em> would be able to offer as far as help. Bambi wasn’t horrible with school… but she certainly didn’t breeze through it. Her grades were average, her list of friends was quite short and while her auntie <em>was</em> the Headmistress of Beauxbaton they weren’t exactly close.<br><br>Even still, the idea of doing something significant to help the school was charming. It could be good work. It could help a lot of students and maybe provide her with that -something- she was lacking.<br><br>But it was also a commitment she didn’t think she could make. Sheepishly, with that rosy glow once more on her cheeks, Bambi began to play with her braid while casting a few flicks of her crystalline eyes to her friend. She had no doubt that Eliza would be supportive. Just another thing she loved about her.<br><br>“I’m sorry, Valentin.” She began, honest with her remorse. “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…” she fumbled with her words a little, not entirely sure how to phrase just what she meant. “With class, with this tournament, I just don’t think I can commit.” But most of all, she just didn’t want to let anyone down.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: A New Beginning [Beauxbatons]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Malrunar</strong> on <strong>17-02-2019, 01:29:11</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/m0Zmu2N.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 &nbsp;(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> As pictured above.<br><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong> 13th September, Mid-Morning <br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Beauxbaton Library<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Relocated Hedgie <br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Daniel Delgado. [Closed]</td></tr></tbody></table><br><br><hr><br>It really helped to have him talk. Daniel was an upperclassman by a few years, and while they hadn’t really spoken in the past he seemed quite friendly. Maybe it was that easy cadence of his voice, the charming glint in his eye or the way that he seemed to actually listen to people -both in conversation as well as reading their body language. Soon she stopped pulling at her fingers altogether and most of those jitters began to melt away.<br><br>She was horrible with conversation and she knew that. After her mother had died Bambi had stopped conversing altogether, and it was only by the friendly encouragement of the Herbology professor in her first years of junior education did she finally use her vocal chords again. The professor had been good friends with her mother, and in those years it was a connection that she really needed.<br><br>But her voice was still soft and low. Ten years later, that hadn’t changed.<br><br>So, having Daniel talk helped. It made it feel as if she wasn’t such a failure with something that came so simply for everyone else. He was kind enough to allow Hedgy to become the distraction, the focus of both of their attention. The hedgehog didn’t seem to mind too terribly, happy to bask in the attention.<br><br>“Oh, you don’t owe me anything.” She bit her bottom lip but didn’t blush this time. Maybe that was because she was a little surprised he felt as if he owed her at all. “I mean it was nothing. I-I mean we’re square.” She pulled at her wrist and rocked back onto her heels, effortlessly keeping her balance. “Honest. I appreciate that, though. You’re very kind.” And she meant every word of it. But it didn't seem right to cut the conversation right then and there, certain it would come across rude and perhaps too direct. She read somewhere that the best way to have conversations with people was to get them to talk about themselves. 'Open' questions, things that would allow her to ask questions. She could do this. "So... " This was a horrible start! "Are you... entering the tournament?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: A New Beginning [Beauxbatons]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rel Mayer</strong> on <strong>17-02-2019, 23:30:42</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/sPYs4Y8.jpg)</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> Ria Delestrac (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299655.msg14658834#msg14658834)<br><strong>YEAR:</strong> Year 7<br><strong>BLOOD STATUS:</strong> Half-Blood<br><strong>WAND:</strong> 12 | Vine | Veela hair<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Uniform, but jacket is open with a see through mesh top and dark black bra. <br><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong> Monday, 2 September, 2019 | Evening<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Beauxbatons Grand Hall <br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Motioning Florian to come over, being dramatic with Babs<br><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> Justice - DVNO (https://youtu.be/eLOtl3nLR7Q)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong>&nbsp; Babs, Valentin (M), Eliza, Florian </td></tr></tbody></table><br><br><hr><br>Ria always had a thing for the dramatics when she was hungover. However, these dramatics were nothing compared to Eliza. It felt like a pair of eyes were burning into the side of her skull. Blinking her heavily lined eyes she turned her gaze over to Eliza. Seeing those brash birds along with an indication of violence complemented with a threat. The woman was so very not French. Even Ria found herself rolling her eyes to the customs of the French lifestyle, but Eliza was something else. However, Ria met the glaze of Eliza and pursed together her rogue lips. With a smack of her lips she blew Eliza a kiss. <br><br>Bab's comment was perfect toward Eliza and Ria didn't waste her time adding anything additional. Instead, she turned to Babs and said something that wouldn't have been audible for Eliza. "I doubt she's ever had the pleasure of sitting on a proper face before... Mmm... should make it a mission to have my dorky brother as her first. Hopefully it will shut his mouth for a least a moment," Ria laughed and then shot a glance Eliza and Valentin. The look in her eyes indicating that she was most definitely gossiping about Eliza. <br><br>"We should look at this pig and this little studious rat as a gift. Maybe they'll distract each other and we can focus matters of proper English cock, pussy, and I hear they have amazing Molly over in Scotland," Ria ran her fingers through her hair as it was incredibly puffy behind her. "As long as they don't get in the way of me having fun... I'll let Eliza think she's playing her little game of war," Ria swung her arm over Babs' shoulder and nuzzled her face into her neck. Her face rubbing against the soft, loud curls on Bab's head. The woman was perfection. Soft and smelling of her natural scent since she didn't have the time to fully wash the scent of the other man off of her before the dinner. It made Ria coo into her ears. Babs was stunning perfection of a woman.<br><br>Then she whispered into Bab's ears, "Mmm, mon cheri. That doesn't mean that we shouldn't swap out her soaps with horse dung to really drive home that we're not fucking around." Ria didn't want to risk the Headmistress hearing what she was saying. Already Ria was just a few more demerits from being kicked out of Beauxbatons. She didn't love the school, but she wasn't about to be separated from her best bitch and blossoming friendship or possible 'who knows' with Florian.<br><br>"And you kiss sweeter than Aphrodite herself. Don't think I haven't forgotten," Ria pressed her lips up against Bab's cheek before she heard and smelled Florian's expensive cologne. He must have been coming over. "Maybe we can both give Florian a taste," Ria teased while in earshot of the rich man. Knowing that Babs always had a taste for the riches, and Ria was a ride or die kinda bitch for Babs. She didn't mind sharing if they both benefited. <br><br>"Florian," Ria greeted the man leaning in to kiss their cheeks together. One press against his right cheek. <em>Gods he smelled so good</em> and then one on his left cheek. <em>Is that stubble?</em> Ria had assumed when Florian pointed to the clear water in her glass that he was judging her for the lack of glam. Ria felt slightly ashamed that she partied too hard the night before. In a need to keep up her style and conformity, she grabbed another glass from an opposing student who wasn't looking and drank their bubbly amber liquid. Her cheeks instantly felt flushed from the hair of the dog. <br><br>"I intend to go to Scotland. We were just talking about what glorious parties we would have there. Turn the pigs of Hogwarts into bacon and then fuck the rest," Ria grinned ear to ear. Gauging Florian's eyes to see if that made a glimmer of uncertain of jealousy in his eyes. However, Ria went along to continue with her conversation, "Their scotch whiskey is strong... We'll see if it can sweep me off my feet and into a warm English bed." <br><br>"Florian, are you planning on being our champion? I'm struggling to see who they would pick out of this school, and we must not let these pigs get too ahead of us. Babs would be an obvious choice to represent us if looks could kill," Ria said with a smile. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: A New Beginning [Beauxbatons]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mellific</strong> on <strong>20-02-2019, 13:27:32</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://encrypted-tbn0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcRUqoL4GOGANXYXQU_Wmr5D8cYY-62l2wGEhmFKCDhTrA2KBJWM)</div><div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/MbTutcl.png)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>NAME:</strong> Daniel Delgado (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299655.msg14674292#msg14674292)<br><strong>YEAR:</strong> Sixth<br><strong>BLOOD STATUS:</strong> Halfblood<br><strong>WAND:</strong> 11 inch | Rowan | Dragon Heartstring <br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Same shirt in picture, jeans and white vans <br><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong> Friday 13th September, 2019 | Mid-morning<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Beauxbatons Library<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Lost &amp; Found<br><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> OK GO - This Too Shall Pass (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UJKythlXAIY)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Bam Trémaux [Closed]</td></tr></tbody></table><br><hr><br>Daniel was both relieved and thankful to start to see Bambi coming out of her shell a little more. At the very least, she appeared slightly less reserved and bashful around him after a bit of small talk. He hoped that he was having an effect on her, selfishly. But, he couldn’t exactly say for certain what caused Bam’s slight alleviation.<br><br>She bit her lower lip after declaring he owed her nothing, making Danny’s grin widen a little further. But, she went on, saying a couple of synonymous phrases to join the first. Danny nodded his head and gave Hedgy another careful pet with the edge of his index finger. “Only if you’re sure,” he reiterated. “I still feel like I owe you, after all.” <br><br>Daniel lowered his gaze to check on Hedgy, but his deep brown eyes didn’t stay off of Bambi for long. He released a small chuckle when she called him kind. Maybe that was a somewhat bashful response to her compliment. “Maybe we can save it as an IOU. Like, if the time comes later on, when you think of something, then you can tell me.”<br><br>He shrugged, as if that made his suggestion more nonchalant. A bit of silence swirled around them but it wasn’t uncomfortable. At least Daniel didn’t think it was. Hedgy was reaching out for Bam, as if asking for her finger to pet his back too. Though, if she did, that would bring their fingers awfully close to one another.<br><br>Bam asked him about the tournament and Daniel took a second to think it over, then nodded, a mischievous sort of smile on his face. “Yeah, I think I am. I mean, if nothing else, it sounds like it might be a once in a lifetime opportunity.” He was clearly of the mindset that whatever happened to Cedric Diggory in there, wouldn’t happen to him. Besides, the Dark Lord was dead. <br><br>“What about you? Are you planning to enter?” 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: A New Beginning [Beauxbatons]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Luciferia</strong> on <strong>20-02-2019, 18:19:08</strong>
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				<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>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;</td><td>Eliza Campbell (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299655.msg14664026#msg14664026)</td></tr><tr><td><strong>YEAR:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;</td><td>Fourth</td></tr><tr><td><strong>BLOOD STATUS:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;</td><td>Halfblood</td></tr><tr><td><strong>WAND:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;</td><td>10 ½” | Chestnut | Unicorn Hair | Springy (https://i.imgur.com/2e8tNWl.png)</td></tr><tr><td><strong>WEARING:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;</td><td>As Pictured</td></tr><tr><td><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;</td><td>September 2nd, 2019 | Dinner Time</td></tr><tr><td><strong>LOCATION:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;</td><td>Beauxbatons Grand Hall</td></tr><tr><td><strong>CONTENT:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;</td><td>R U Grabbing the Means of Production, Or…?</td></tr><tr><td><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;</td><td>Iggy Azalia - Mo Bounce (https://youtu.be/YQ2xtWgBlzk)</td></tr><tr><td><strong>TAGGING:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;</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="<br />And you want to take Bambi and me to eat? "><strong>“…Et que vous souhaitez emmener Bambi et moi manger?”</strong></acronym>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: A New Beginning [Beauxbatons]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Swashbuckler</strong> on <strong>21-02-2019, 03:00:42</strong>
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				<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.&nbsp; 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.&nbsp; Put them together though, especially this close together, and they formed into almost one complete and utterly perplexing unit.&nbsp; Granted, it was an almost painfully alluring unit, but it was also like quite a few of the plants in the wizarding world.&nbsp; Pretty, smelled wonderful, and likely to murder you if handled wrong.&nbsp; 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.&nbsp; 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.&nbsp; 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.&nbsp; Although, I do suppose a dalliance of fumbling inexperience might be a nice change of pace.&nbsp; You’ll ruin them to English women forever sadly, but that’s a cross to bear.”&nbsp; Florian laughed, never one to let a negative emotion linger too long.&nbsp; “I, on the other hand, have little interest in our friends across the channel.&nbsp; Find me a tall, fair Nordic beauty over a befreckled redhead who smells of sheep any day.”&nbsp; <br><br>“Now, me as Champion, that does have a ring…” Florian mused, swirling the liquid in his stolen glass.&nbsp; “Sounds like a lot of work though.&nbsp; I think I’ll leave that for Babs and her killer looks and what are undoubtedly several other skills equally as deadly.”&nbsp; 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.&nbsp; “Speaking of deadly, it looks like you two have made a friend.”&nbsp; He nodded at the other table, although instead of antagonizing the Aussie further, he threw a wink Bambi’s way.&nbsp; He was hardly one to judge another friends….at least openly.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: A New Beginning [Beauxbatons]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Malrunar</strong> on <strong>23-02-2019, 21:07:25</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/m0Zmu2N.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 &nbsp;(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> As pictured above.<br><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong> 13th September, Mid-Morning <br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Beauxbaton Library<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Relocated Hedgie <br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Daniel Delgado. [Closed]</td></tr></tbody></table><br><br><hr><br>Bambi always wanted a pet, but it was that constant haze of self-doubt that kept her from going so far as having a familiar to call her own. She was a responsible young woman, but perhaps too responsible for her own good. How could she take care of another life when she felt like her own was a fumbling mess? She had a family, but she wasn’t close with any of them -not even her beautiful aunt she spent years idolizing and trying to make proud before finally realizing that it wasn’t going to be. Some people lived their own way and that way okay. Her father was the same and was merely a presence these days, usually one that was only felt during obligatory holiday celebrations filled with fake smiles and empty conversations. Life would have been less lonely, she didn’t doubt if she had a critter to call her own. But with how poorly she felt she performed at school -even failing her apparition test- the idea of caring for an animal was daunting. She was only in her third year of university and things were only going to get more difficult from here.<br><br>So she was all too happy to indulge with Hedgy, extending her finger out to those reaching little paws, smiling wide as she indulged the little creature. She wouldn’t mind a hedgehog one day… perhaps even a chinchilla? Something with an equally sweet face and disposition.<br><br>She wasn’t ready for Daniel’s question. It was clear she hadn’t even thought about it. Bambi didn’t mean to laugh, but it bubbled out of her throat before she could stop herself and quickly after, was muffled behind her hand.<br><br>Was he serious?<br><br>“Me? Oh no. No no.” She shook her head, sending her golden braids in a spin. “I mean I can’t even form a solid patronus. I’d love to go to that school, I’ve always wanted to see Hogwarts. I’m hoping to at least attend the classes this year. But I will not be Beauxbatons’ champion.” The thought clearly amused her, making her blue eyes sparkle with mirth. “I wish you all the luck, Daniel, you have a much better chance than I ever would. I’ll be sure to root for you!” She looked down at the spikey little blob. “Hedgy would too, I’m sure.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: A New Beginning [Beauxbatons]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jag</strong> on <strong>24-02-2019, 02:53:35</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/kKiXygt.gif)</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> Gamon Bergier (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299655.msg14664022#msg14664022)<br><strong>YEAR:</strong> 7th<br><strong>BLOOD STATUS:</strong> Half Blood<br><strong>WAND:</strong> 10.5'' | Aspen | Unicorn hair | Springy (https://i.imgur.com/Cghklio.jpg)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Male School Uniform (unfortunately. these pants and this shirt are dreadful), Female School Shoes, Black Gloves From Avatar<br><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong> Monday, 2 September, 2019 | Evening<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Beauxbatons Grand Hall <br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> *eyerolling*<br><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> Your Makeup is Terrible - Alaska Thunderfuck 5000 (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Wl1sT5iylAQ)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Julliette Belanger | End Scene</td></tr></tbody></table><br><br><hr><br>Her comment on the school going down more once they left earned her a rare, full smile from him. Juliette was one of the few people who tolerated him and probably the only one that seemed to really understand him. Maybe not fully understand, but she made a genuine attempt to. Which was more than most did. She took him at his prickliest and kept going. He would never say it out-loud, but he did appreciate her. He tended to show it more in actions, like the smile and the necklace, because he wasn't capable of saying those sorts of things. He was sure she understood.<br><br>Gamon wasn't without sympathy for his one friend. She was a more sentimental person than he ever was. He knew school ending was going to be hard for her. She'd want to talk about it and reminisce about it. For Juliette, he would bare it while shaming others for being so soft. He supposed she would want to discuss what their plans were for after school ended here soon. It wasn't a talk he was looking forward to. He didn't like the thought of going over the whole <em>'promise we'll keep in touch and still see each other'</em> talk. It was bound to happen soon enough though and he would grit and bare it for her.<br><br>"Of course I didn't have to. I never <em>have</em> to do anything," he tried to brush it off as if the necklace was no big deal, "I only do the things I feel better myself as a person and making that added into that. That's all," Gamon couldn't admit that he just liked making it with her in mind. Instead, he had to make it part of his on going fantasy where he was evolving himself as a person who was some kind of robotic being without real emotions, "But I am pleased you like it," he could at least say that and he was sure that would tell her all she needed to know about it, "Wine is always a more than appropriate gift for me. You know that."<br><br>At the mention of that and the fact that things were not going to change in here for the remainder of the meal, Gamon lost his appetite, "Speaking of wine. I have a black currant bottle in my room. I think I'll go enjoy that and we can share your bottle another night," he took a few more bites of his food to keep her satisfied before fully excusing himself, "We'll talk more later," before leaving the table, he gave her another smile. With that, he felt his obligations to the school on first night had been fulfilled and left for his room.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: A New Beginning [Beauxbatons]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rel Mayer</strong> on <strong>24-02-2019, 07:40:06</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/b/b9/Drunkria.jpg)</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> Ria Delestrac (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299655.msg14658834#msg14658834)<br><strong>YEAR:</strong> Year 7<br><strong>BLOOD STATUS:</strong> Half-Blood<br><strong>WAND:</strong> 12 | Vine | Veela hair<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Blouse in picture, hair up in a bun with loose hairs framing her face. Wearing the blouse as a dress with black boy-short panties spilling out the back. Wearing fishnet tights as pants with black heels.<br><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong> Wednesday, 4th September, 2019 | Very late in the night<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Hallways outside men's dorms<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Being incredibly drunk, trying to sober up and find her room<br><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> Metric - Help I'm Alive (https://youtu.be/ZoK63Bk7pgw)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong>&nbsp; Florian (M), CLOSED </td></tr></tbody></table><br><br><hr><br>Truth be told this evening wasn't very good to her. Ria wasn't more than an day of attending classes at Beauxbatons when she decided to venture off campus and attend one of those raging parties that she was always invited to. These people didn't practice school or work during the weekdays. They lived for that next hit of their favorite vice. It was alcohol, cocaine, pot, ecstasy, sex, or whatever happened be floating through the party at the time. During the school days Ria practiced moderate restrictions on her vices. Sticking to alcohol primarily tonight, particularly the clear liquid sort, and pounding shots down like she didn't have classes early next morning. In reality, she did and she probably should have stopped halfway through the night, but she didn't. Why would she? She was having a blast, dancing, and she felt fucking amazing. There were no consequences in her mind while she was drunk. <br><br>That was when she finally decided to stumble her way back to Beauxbatons. Luckily, she had been dropped off near the castle, but she still needed to find her way toward her dorms. It had been all summer since she really got into the habit of finding her new dorms and the castle was so dark. Her mind was distracted within her thoughts. Ria would start to travel down one hallway thinking she was going to the right way. Hiccuping here and there as her long exposed legs covered in nothing but fishnet tights would wobble and stumble through the hallway. Her wand was in front of her, temperamental as always, with a flickering light illuminating the dark hallways. <br><br>"<em>Lu-lumos.. ma-maxima</em>" Ria would stutter with her half-lid eyes. The sent of grain alcohol heavy on her breath.<br><br>Wearing a pink top that actually didn't spill all of her cleavage out. In fact, it hooked around her neck and had a nice little ribbon that complemented the ruffles hiding the buttons. However, Ria was wearing the blouse like a dress. The ends of the silky fabric dancing across the middle of her heart-shaped rear. Bouncing off the back as the cheeks of her butt fell out of the very short dress. A pair of black boy-short panties leaving something for the imagination, but very little would have to be inferred. The wand began to flicker out again and Ria pouted her nude pink painted lips. <br><br>"Fuck... why can't this... <em>hiccup</em>... fucking dumb wand thing ever work for... <em>hiccup</em>... me. <em>Lumos maxima</em>... bitch!" Ria said with a bit more sternness in her stumble and swung her arm down. The light beaming so brightly that the hallways indicating boy's dormitories glimmered off of the wall, but Ria (of course) didn't notice. All she did notice was the ground shaking beneath her, the vision of the ground flipping up and crashing toward her as if there was some sort of magic! She took a step back, still unbalanced, and then fell right to her rear. Landing on the cold floor as her hand reached for the wall like it was a handle. A small <em>thunk</em> of her body hitting the marble of the ground, and then Ria fumbling with the ground to lean her back up against the comfort of the wall. When she fell, she dropped her wand as it flung a few feet away from her. Igniting the hallway for just a few feet. The light slowly starting to dimmer. <br><br>"How am I ever going to pass my NEWTs if I can't even find my fucking dorm... Where is Babs when I need her!" Ria cried out, but at least noticed that her fall had scared her hiccups away. She'd take that small victory as she curled her knees up to her face. Feeling utterly drunk, weak, and curling into a ball. She was glad that she was alone. For what would people think of her now if they saw that she couldn't handle her alcohol. That she even lacked the skill to find her own room in her drunken state. <br><br>"Fuck them ... c'est la vie," Ria muttered into her fishnet covered kneecaps as she sat there. Contemplating if she should just sleep here for the night. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: A New Beginning [Beauxbatons]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Heartsink</strong> on <strong>24-02-2019, 09:56:42</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://thumbs.gfycat.com/CoarseEmotionalCrustacean-small.gif)</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> Valentin Delestrac (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299655.msg14656422#msg14656422)<br><strong>YEAR:</strong> Third<br><strong>BLOOD STATUS:</strong> Half-blood<br><strong>WAND:</strong> 12½ inches, Ash, Unicorn, Inflexible<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Beauxbâtons Academy uniform<br><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong> Monday, 2 September 2019 | Evening<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Grand Hall<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> More awkwardness<br><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> Les Cowboys Fringants - La manifestation (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xyvyVjQb0-I)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Eliza Campbell, Bambi Trémaux, Open<br><strong>NOTE:</strong> N/A</td></tr></tbody></table><br><hr><br><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..."</em><br><br>Valentin nodded vigorously as he listened to Bambi speak. <br><br><em>"With class, with this tournament, I just don't think I can commit."</em><br><br>"<acronym title="I understand, I understand, no worry, any help is gladly appreciated!">J'comprends, j'comprends, t'inquiètes, toute aide est grandement appréciée!</acronym>" he said, smiling, before turning his attention to Eliza who addressed Bambi at first and then him in English.<br><br><em>"What if you just tagged along as my buddy? We don't have to give you any responsibility, yeah mate?"</em><br><br>"Yes, we uh need all zhe uh bodies we can uh get, yes. Responsibility very difficult, but uh <acronym title="">nécessaire</acronym>!" Valentin added in his terrible English. <br><br><em><acronym title="Uh ... All right, I hear that the union is only you, that you have to fill all the positions ...">“Uh… Très bien, j'entends dire que le syndicat n’est que vous, que vous devez pourvoir à tous les postes…”</acronym><br><br>"<acronym title="That's... true, for now,">C'est... vrai, pour le moment,</acronym>" he confirmed, slightly embarrassed by the fact. <br><br><acronym title="And you want to take Bambi and me to eat? ">“…Et que vous souhaitez emmener Bambi et moi manger?”</acronym></em><br><br>Valentin looked at Eliza and then at Bambi, surprised. It made sense as maybe Eliza wanted to discuss this another time that was more convenient for them, though Bambi might have made up her mind not to get involved in the executive aspect of the union. <br><br>"Ah, <acronym title="yes">oui</acronym>, hmm... I can eat uh you out both, yes, no problemo," he declared, nodding, before standing up. "<acronym title="We'll coordinate all of that soon">On coordenera tout ça bientôt</acronym>," he added, lifting a hand and waving slightly to say goodbye. <br><br>Valentin then started walking away to his right, but only took a few steps before freezing, taking a second to think and then pivoted on himself and went the other direction, walking with pace and determination. <br><br><div align="center">~~Exit Scene Valentin~~</div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: A New Beginning [Beauxbatons]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mellific</strong> on <strong>25-02-2019, 13:51:29</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://encrypted-tbn0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcRUqoL4GOGANXYXQU_Wmr5D8cYY-62l2wGEhmFKCDhTrA2KBJWM)</div><div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/MbTutcl.png)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>NAME:</strong> Daniel Delgado (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299655.msg14674292#msg14674292)<br><strong>YEAR:</strong> Sixth<br><strong>BLOOD STATUS:</strong> Halfblood<br><strong>WAND:</strong> 11 inch | Rowan | Dragon Heartstring <br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Same shirt in picture, jeans and white vans <br><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong> Friday 13th September, 2019 | Mid-morning<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Beauxbatons Library<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Lost &amp; Found<br><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> OK GO - This Too Shall Pass (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UJKythlXAIY)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Bam Trémaux [Closed]</td></tr></tbody></table><br><hr><br>Daniel couldn’t help noticing that Hedgy seemed to be quite the fan of Bambi. He smirked at the hedgehog, as if they were telepathically sharing some secret. <em>’Oh, I see you, Hedgy.’</em> <br><br>He couldn’t blame the little rascal. Who wouldn’t want to be pet by someone as adorable as her? Hedgy seemed to grab her finger when she pointed it at him in an offer of sorts. He rubbed his nose and face along the edge of her nail, like that helped him relieve an itch he couldn’t easily scratch. <br><br>To his question about the tournament, Danny was a little surprised to find that Bambi hadn’t given it much consideration. Wasn’t it the number one conversation happening in the hallways at Beauxbatons? He presumed that every table in the grand hall was having the same type of conversation. Maybe he had been wrong.<br><br>She laughed aloud, then concealed her mouth with her hand. Daniel reflexively smiled back at her, enjoying the musical chime of her laughter and the way it made her features brighten. <br><br>After vehemently shaking her head and declaring that she would not be submitting her name into the goblet of fire, Bam’s braids finally settled again. She mentioned that she’d love to visit Hogwarts, but was firm in that she would not be the Beauxbaton’s champion. <br><br>“Well, maybe you could just go to support someone who might be chosen as the champion.” He mysteriously stated, his gaze flicking up to focus in on hers. “You’d probably be a better good luck charm over there.” He smiled - somewhat bashfully. <br><br>“But, thanks. For the luck.” Daniel knew he couldn’t convince her to do something she didn’t really want to do. His head lowered as he regarded Hedgy, who looked back at him over a shoulder. It was almost like the little guy was picking up on their conversation. <br><br>“I wonder if I’ll be allowed to bring him with,” he muttered, almost more to himself. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: A New Beginning [Beauxbatons]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Swashbuckler</strong> on <strong>25-02-2019, 18:41:37</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://66.media.tumblr.com/b02e011615ece6e88a1a509202036593/tumblr_p0t439a2t41webposo1_500.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> 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> Silk pajama pants in Beauxbatons blue and a white v-neck t-shirt.&nbsp; Barefoot.<br><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong> Wednesday, Sept. 4th, Very late<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Hall just outside his dorm<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> What do we have here?<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Ria - Closed</td></tr></tbody></table><br>Two days back at school, and Florian was adjusting rather nicely.&nbsp; Despite, or perhaps because of, the announcement about the upcoming Triwizard tournament, the young Frenchman had spent the last two days doing everything possible to make himself visible and impressive to any and all Staff that he could.&nbsp; He had no idea what the decision making process was for who would attend the tournament and who wouldn’t, or if it was already made, but he was not taking any chances.&nbsp; <br><br>Indeed, here he was two nights in and he was behaving himself completely, despite multiple chances to do the opposite!&nbsp; Instead of searching out some recreational time either at a party or with an eager female classmate, Florian had spent the evening swapping increasingly unlikely tales of summer adventures with some of his classmates before he had turned in early, having another day of being impressive ahead of him.<br><br>Sadly, not one for getting much sleep, Florian had woken only a few hours later, and in keeping with his age, he had been completely starving.&nbsp; Well versed in sneaking in and out of his dorms at all hours, it had been child’s play for Florian to make his way down to the kitchens for a snack.&nbsp; Walking back to the dorms in the dark, he really knew these hallways well by now, he crunched away on an apple and wondered if he’d be able to do the same at Hogwarts.<br><br>Rounding the corner to his dorms, Florian came to a sudden and wide-eyed halt as he heard motion and saw a wildly waving light further down.&nbsp; Was a Professor out?&nbsp; All he needed was to get caught and lessen his chances of making the trip.&nbsp; He might have to <em>pull strings</em> then, and he liked to save those instances.&nbsp; &nbsp;As he watched, the light dropped to the floor. Throwing wild shadows before slowly dimming out.&nbsp; Well, that ruled out it being an instructor, right?<br><br>Walking slowly down the hall, Florian could just make out a figure sitting on the floor.&nbsp; Drawing his wand as curiosity took him, Florian waited until he drew quite close before speaking.&nbsp; “Lumos.” He said confidently, the tip of his wand throwing out a globe of soft white light, the charm working effortlessly, as they were Florian’s strong point.&nbsp; &nbsp;Looking down at the huddled figure, Florian found himself quite shocked.&nbsp; Although in a bun, there was no mistaken those raven tresses, and when coupled with a very short dress and fishnet stockings, this could only be one person.<br><br>“Ria?” He asked, perplexed as he took as step closer.&nbsp; “Whatever are you doing out here?” Florian continued, his new proximity bringing to his nose the scent of strong alcohol, which should have likely answered all of his questions.&nbsp; “Are you lost?” He reasoned, taking another crunching bite from his apple and speaking around the mouthful.&nbsp; “Because I can’t fathom that it is because one of my fellows kicked you out of bed.”<br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: A New Beginning [Beauxbatons]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mellific</strong> on <strong>25-02-2019, 21:21:54</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/736x/f6/25/66/f625669e3dfcc1a87b1206de1d83f6c0.jpg)</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> Women's uniform<br><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong> 2 September, 2019 | Evening<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Grand Hall<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Grand Feast<br><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> Seven Lions - Freesol (Feat Skyler Stonestreet) (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7-9DJX8NlHU)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Gamon | Open</td></tr></tbody></table><br><hr><br>Juliette was gifted yet another token from Gamon, in the form of a full fledged smile. She knew the rarity of them and delighted in receiving one. It was met with a smile of her own, flashed in his direction. Even though they were very different in a lot of ways, Juliette enjoyed her time with Gamon. He was a unique soul. Truly, there was no one else out there like him. She envied that about Gamon, among many other parts of his personality. <br><br>Sometimes she wished that she could be as blunt and forthcoming as he was. But, that particular characteristic looked much better on him than she imagined it would on her. It suited Gamon, not Juliette. <br><br>He declared that he didn’t have to do anything, which was his response whenever she mentioned he didn’t have to do something thoughtful, like make her a present. Juliette’s smile grew a little wider while he tried to minimize his efforts. She chuckled quietly when he gave his reason for making the piece of jewelry, though she hadn’t asked. “Well, then I’m glad I could be of service,” she murmured sweetly. <br><br>Juliette closed the box tightly and clutched it to her chest, nodding when he surmised that she liked it. At his mention of wine, Gamon excused himself to go and dip into the black currant bortle in his room. “Just let me know when,” she responded, when he promised they would break her bottle open another night. “Bonne nuit, Gamon.”* <br><br>She watched him move from the grand hall, then finished her meal and decided she felt much too old to be babysitting. After draining her cup, she excused herself, dabbed her mouth with her napkin, then set it down and left the table, as well.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">*</div><div class="spoiler_body">Good night, Gamon.</div></div><hr><div align="center"><em>End.</em></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: A New Beginning [Beauxbatons]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rel Mayer</strong> on <strong>01-03-2019, 03:44:54</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/b/b9/Drunkria.jpg)</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> Ria Delestrac (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299655.msg14658834#msg14658834)<br><strong>YEAR:</strong> Year 7<br><strong>BLOOD STATUS:</strong> Half-Blood<br><strong>WAND:</strong> 12 | Vine | Veela hair<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Blouse in picture, hair up in a bun with loose hairs framing her face. Wearing the blouse as a dress with black boy-short panties spilling out the back. Wearing fishnet tights as pants with black heels.<br><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong> Wednesday, 4th September, 2019 | Very late in the night<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Hallways outside men's dorms<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Being incredibly drunk, trying to sober up and find her room<br><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> Metric - Gimme Sympathy (https://youtu.be/LqldwoDXHKg)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong>&nbsp; Florian (M), CLOSED </td></tr></tbody></table><br><br><hr><br>In truth the wall felt comfortable and safe. For a moment she reached out her hand and saw her wand twitch ever so slightly. Almost resisting her magical ways of coming back to her just as temperamental owner. "Come, you bitch," Ria muttered straining her arm a bit more before the elegant handle of her wand finally sped toward her hand and Ria tucked her wand safely in the pocket of her dress. While Ria rarely practiced safe <em>anything</em>, she did keep to proper wand etiquette. She had to do everything she could, since he wand barely decided to cooperate with her. However, just as her bun provided her a less than satisfactory pillow to rest her head backward. Her eyes started to flutter close until she felt someone walking and another flash of bright light. How long had she been sleeping? (It was a matter of seconds, but in Ria's mind it felt like hours. Her glossy eyes batted a few times and she held her palm up to the light shining in her face. Her nude plush lips turned into a scowl. <br><br>"What the fuck?!" Ria said out of protest turning her now narrowed eyes to the offender. Blinded by the light and then seeing curls of brow. A promising set of cheekbones and that charming smile that belonged to Florian. Ria's scowl suddenly turned into a smirk. The smirk suddenly turned into a smile and she reached out for his hand. Listening to his words and laughing. The few seconds of sleep bringing some little amount of sobriety to her eyes and mind. However, she still smelled of grain alcohol. <br><br>"Florian, Florian, Florian. Ever so charming even in the middle of the night," Ria smirked and reveled in the way his name swept off of her tongue like a good brandy. Wanting him to help her stand up from the ground. Her dress riding far up the swell of her pale thighs and hips covered by the wide fish-nets. It was obvious she only hair a pair of black panties underneath. Giving her <em>some</em> bit of decency. "No, no one threw me out of a bed... at least here at Beauxbatons," Ria tried to remember if she had been fooling around with someone before making her way back to the school. However, the night was still a haze. <br><br>"I've had a very fun night. A fun night that would have been far more fun if you were involved," Ria said with a slight slur to her words and a tilt of her head. Waiting to stand before she looked at him directly in the eye. She was older, but she didn't ever let age get in the way of what she wanted at any time frame of her life. Ria pouted her lip and wiggled her shoulders in a playful way, her hand reaching out to Florian's shoulder to give him a light punch. "Why have you been so lame sleeping early and not spending your evenings regaling me with your stories. You replaced me with another woman already, no?" Ria said with her brow even furrowed from her playful pout face. <br><br>Her eyes lingered to the bit of juice from the apple on the corner of his mouth. Zoning in on it she slipped her finger to the edge. Lapping the finger to her mouth as her pink tongue lapped the tip of it. Tasting the sweetness. "<em>C’est délicieux</em>" her voice purred. Leaving it vague on if she was talking about Florian or of that sweet apple of his. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: A New Beginning [Beauxbatons]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mellific</strong> on <strong>01-03-2019, 17:24:42</strong>
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				<div align="center">(https://fontmeme.com/permalink/190228/5a89f298b3bbcb8711638d3d341ca174.png)<br><br>(https://www.wildernessscotland.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/08/autumn-blog-6384.jpg)<br><br><strong>Weather in the Highlands of Scotland in October:</strong> <br><br>The average highs reach 11°C (51°F), while the average lows get down to 5°C (41°F). In terms of rainfall, on average, there are 20 days out of the month where rain is expected, and accumulation averages at 7.5 inches (190 millimeters). For the most part, a typical day in October is rather gloomy and cloudy, with ominous clouds that appear as if they might start to pour rain at any moment. It is now chilly enough that fall jackets are barely doing it anymore, unless paired with a hat and a scarf. Most will trade in their autumn jackets for heavier, bulkier coats. Layers are still important and a fireplace is suddenly much more cozy than last month. <br><br><strong>Important Dates this Month:</strong> <br><br><ul class="bbc_list"><li><strong>25th October</strong> - Beauxbatons and Durmstrang students arrive at Hogwarts. A welcoming feast is thrown at the great hall.</li><li><strong>31st October</strong> - The Halloween dance takes place tonight, following a feast. The dance lasts from 7 pm until midnight. Also, the goblet of fire is lit and accepting names. Champions are chosen at midnight.</li></ul><br><strong>In Game Information about this Month:</strong> <br><br>The entire month is open and available for Rp. The next time change can be delayed, if a majority would prefer that.<br><br>(https://media.discordapp.net/attachments/535877970401820675/549978680588369950/HANB_October.png?width=673&amp;height=500)<br></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: A New Beginning [Beauxbatons]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mellific</strong> on <strong>01-05-2019, 06:48:07</strong>
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				<div align="center">(https://fontmeme.com/permalink/190427/dba9a21b2e85174de3fe02d8742f1841.png)<br><br>(https://d36tnp772eyphs.cloudfront.net/blogs/1/2014/04/buachaille-etive-mor-matador-seo-940x626.jpg)<br><br><strong>Weather in the Highlands of Scotland in October:</strong> <br><br>Here is a link (https://www.accuweather.com/en/gb/inverness/iv3-5/month/532?monyr=11/01/2019) with the weather for the month of November. Here is a link (https://moonphases.co.uk/moon-calendar) with the moon phases for the month of November. Here is a link (https://www.timeanddate.com/sun/uk/inverness?month=11&amp;year=2019) with the sunrises and sunsets for the month of November.<br><br><strong>Important Events this Month:</strong> <br><br><ul class="bbc_list"><li><strong>5 November - Guy Fawkes Night</strong> - On the night that the Gunpowder Plot was foiled (November 5th, 1605), bonfires were set alight in celebration for the safety of the King. Since then, November 5th has become known as Bonfire Night. The event is commemorated every year with fireworks and burning effigies of Guy Fawkes.</li></ul><ul class="bbc_list"><li><strong>Harvest Festival</strong> - During this month, there will be a carnival held at Hogsmeade village. It lasts most of the month, and includes an array of fun activities such as mazes, hay rides, fair foods, a Ferris wheel, carnival games, a pumpkin patch, and even a few small rides! Specific dates incoming.</li></ul><br><strong>In Game Information about this Month:</strong> <br><br>The entire month is open and available for Rp. We aren't due for another time change until July 1st, 2019 (real time).</div>
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