Julien Fournier

            “I have to wear a dress,” Lily couldn’t hid her horror. “But I have no idea what I’m doing with those things. That hardly seems fair.”

“Who said you have to, though?” he asked, raising his brow.

“Oh no, that’s so sad,” Julien didn’t even look up from his phone. “Maybe you should go talk to someone who actually cares.”

“I’m not sure what you want… but I don’t think that’s the way to get it.”

“So no sex?” 

   “I have no shame. I’d go to the Yule Ball with my hair braided and I’ll rock it too.” He chuckled. 

“Oh, whatever you do to your gorgeous, precious hair will look absolutely stunning!” Julien exclaimed with a bright grin. “So, who are you taking to the ball?”

    “Hey!” She said a little too loudly to get the other’s attention, “Are you paying attention to what you’re doing? You drop that ingredient in and we’ll burn the cauldron and possibly the whole classroom.” She took the vial away from them. “Where’s your head today? Geez.”

“Oh no, that’s so awful,” Julien replied, his voice void of any emotion as he looked at the girl with a completely bored expression on his face. “Maybe something interesting would finally happen.”

“Oh? So you’re so bad at potions you have to beg people to write your silly essay for you, Jamie?”

“Ari!” Julien let out a melodious laugh as he caught the girl in his arms and spun her around. “Aren’t you always livin’ your best life, mon chéri?”

“ivy!” julien approached the girl the moment he spotted her and sat down across the table. his brow rose when he saw her pour the contents of her flask into her coffee. “is that the secret of staying warm in norway?” he asked with a chuckle. “where have you been? makes me feel like you’ve been avoiding me,” he pouted.