[Great Hall] Parlez-vous le francais ?

[layla]

Breakfast. The msot important meal of the day, at least according to msot health guides you'll find. That wasn't what interested Layla though, that wasn't why she was entering the Great Hall, at least not entirely. She was feeling homesick, and was hoping someone in this school spoke french, though she somehow doubted it.

She smiled warmly at passers-by as she made her way through the Great Hall, greeting Ravenclaws and Hufflepuffs and Gryffindors alike, though she made sure to keep her distance from the Slytherin table. After her last encounter with a Slytherin she was none too eager to meet another anytime soon.

She took a seat in the middle of the Gryffindor bench and looked at the array of food already on the table. Fruit, scones, biscuits, waffles, pancakes, muffins, and... no, was that? Yes! Her eyes lit up as her delicate fingers reached for her favorite flaky, buttery, melt-in-your-mouth pastry. A criossant. With a practiced hand she drew her knife through its middle and began putting strawberry jelly on it.

She was so happy she could scream; she didn't, but she could have. Something that reminded her of home. She took a small, lady-like bite of the treat and smiled. It was like a little bite of heaven... not as good as the croissants back at her old school, mind you, but not completly nauseating. She finished off her first pastry and was reaching for a second when a shadow loomed over her. She looked up at whoever it was and asked, "Puis-je vous aider?"

She sighed and shook her head, "This isn't France, Layla. Stop letting your mind drift to Beaxbatons." She smiled and spoke again, "I mean, can I help you?" she asked smiling kindly.

[supermassive]

Liam grinned, setting down in front of her. "French? My mum speaks it, but not very well. We all tell her she's brilliant though, of course." He looked at the croissant on her plate a bit surprised.

"They don't usually serve those, if my memory serves me. But Hogwarts is strange in the way it tries to welcome you." That was an absolute lie, he remembered how the portraits had kept purposely giving him the wrong directions to the bathroom on his first night at the castle. He didn't tell her this, of course, keeping the rather disturbing information to himself.

"There's a rumor going around the boys dormitory of a Beauxbaton girl transferring to the school, and just my luck that I should accidently find her when half of the Gryffindor sixth year boys are outside your door. With flowers, I'm sure."

He smiled brightly, before reaching for a croissant of his own.

[layla]

She nodded at the end of his story, "Of course. I'm sure there's a rule book somewhere stating that all mother's are supposed to have at least one far-fetched passion that their children have to support them in, no matter how ridiculous."

She too looked down at her plate, even more curious about this school now, "How peculiar..." she murmured softly. A building that welcomes new students? That was definatly something for the case books. Though something in the tone of his voice made her wonder just how sincere that was... Didn't really matter. She enjoyed the criossant all the same and would worry about thanking the ovens later.

Hm, so it seemed her presence was already known around the school. She wasn't sure if that was a good thing or a bad one, "So the walls really do have ears here..." she thought, quite intrigued by all she had learned in the past few moments. She blushed slightly, could there really be so many boys interested in meeting her, simply because she was a transfer from Beaxbatons? She smiled, "That's sweet of you to say, but I can't imagine that the boys here are really so silly." Or at least she hoped... it would be rather odd to end up with a roomful of flowers simply because she transferred... but she also had to admit, if it was true of course, that they had good taste.