Yoga. Near the rose garden. There was no way she would be passing this up. This was her year. She had cut back on which lessons she would be taking this term and next term for her NEWT exams and was keen on having a much more relaxing term. If it wasn't related to her studies, quidditch or could help her with her future goals it wasn't going to happen. Maybe. Probably. This was Rylee after all and she ALWAYS managed to take on more than she could handle or originally planned.

There was nothing bad about yoga though. It was meant to help one relax and focus, loose sight of all the stress. A perfect way to kick off a new less stressful term.

The energetic lioness was here and she was ready to go. With her long ginger locks pulled back into a french braid, black and purple yoga clothing on (okay so it was more or less her workout clothes but it worked all the same) and a comfortable pair of trainers on her feet there was nothing else she needed.

Joining the group, Rylee smiled warmly. "Good afternoon, Professors, Headmaster. Everyone else." Yes, she might not have know 'everyone's' names but she felt it best to include them all in her greeting.

They we're doing yoga not quidditch, but yoga to bond with the french students. Cole was eager to attend, but he wasn’t sure about the yoga they we’re going to do. It seemed a bit out of sorts. He understood the relaxing concept of both body and mind, but couldn’t meditation do that for you better, like how his auntie Laurel did it? Anyway, dressed in trainers, a t-shirt and loose athletic pants the blond fourth year headed down to the rose garden.

Approaching the group in the garden some minutes later he waved to some of his peers that he spotted like Lucas and Jillian before Cole out of habit went over to stand beside his cousins mumbling "Hi Carsyn, Carys! Have I missed anything? It hasn’t started yet right?" Gesturing to the french girl (Aesha) with dark hair and eyes he asked in a whisper. "Who is that?"

And so the waiting game begins. They have to wait until majority of the people has arrived. Jillian stood there with the other students for now, possibly making weird eye contact towards them. Oh wait, this is about making friends with the Beauxbaton people right? Oh please, no. She barely understands what the tall professor says half the time. Anyway, she'd rather just do this yoga on the ground.

Approaching her was Lucas, smiling and waving at the Gryffindor. "Hi Lucas" she greeted. She remembers Lucas from the opening feast where they exchanged conversations for the first time... Thank Merlin, a familiar face.

And in comes another familiar face, Carsyn. She smiled back at her "hello" and wow. "You're ready for yoga" she chuckles softly. Well, her outfit is very spot on. Her eyes redirected to the guy (Kaiser) who was slowly backing away from the crowd. Is he alright?

Spotting a familiar face--- A look-a-like.

Whoah...

..................... uhhhhh.

Wait, there's two of them. Her eyes went back and forth at Carsyn and Carys. She's not being weird at all. Nope. Not at all.

"H-Hi" she said to the other twin. Greeting her as well with a smile.

The next people to arrive were a few of the beauxbaton people, ugh. AND Headmaster Trent. Then here comes Cole as well. Jillian also remembers him from the opening feast.

Any disdain the Papillonlisse Head of House may have been feeling went straight over Mitchell’s head. It wasn’t just yoga that wasn’t his thing, neither were social cues. He took the question very literally and gave the lower half of his robes an experimental swish. “They’re quite airy actually.” The trousers he was wearing underneath however, not so much. He’d owned them since a wedding he attended in 2092 and it was safe to say they fit way more snug than they had that day.

Speaking of trousers, he was about to comment on de Nostredame’s very peculiar pair but quickly grew distracted by the arrival of a pair of headteachers and a tiny Hufflepuff who chose the spot beside him.

As far as he was aware, yoga was simply stretching and breathing. He was always having to stretch and crack his bad back after his daily afternoon power nap and obviously he was always breathing, so to answer her question. “Technically speaking, I suppose we all have.”

The Beauxbatons air, as frustrating as it was, agreed with Ayana. She found that her skin really took to the Pyrenees, especially now before deep winter set in. She liked the exquisiteness of the palace, and she liked the sense of calmness. Perhaps a show, trying to impress the guests, but she appreciated it nevertheless.

Approaching the rose garden - très magnifique indeed - she adjusted her stretchy faux jeans and shirt, and noted that she was clearly in the minority of genuinely liking yoga from the looks of her colleagues. Hmm. She couldn't help a small smile at Finneas, but did successfully conceal her look of amusement as she took in Mitchell. "Perhaps without the bowtie? It'll just get in your way," Ayana quietly stated to him as she breezed by, and nodded her greetings towards staffers and students alike.

The Arithmancy professor wasn't sure she liked some of the students' outfits either, now that she took a proper look at them, but she didn't want to single her people out in front of Desmarais. Trent might have an aneurysm, by the looks of him.

Now, where were Simran and Carmine?

Noone fear, Luc Vayssière was here.

Arrogance? Confidence? Call it what you will but this Bellefeuille had bucket loads of it as he sauntered his way through the small crowd, decked head to toe in expensive, baggy athletic gear.

Yoga wasn’t exactly his preferred method of exercise but there were plenty of other reasons to show his face today. He had a keen eye out for the reason top of his list but when none of the Hogwarts girls instantly caught his attention, he instead took up the spot beside Aesha. Lucky you, Aesha.

“Need me to help you warm up, Amin?”

"Hellooooo, everybody. Headmaster. Headmisstress." They got their own special nods because she assumed that was part of their paygrade. And also because she was quite entertained by the entire look on Malachi's face. The man looked ready to wet himself. Poor child.

SIMRAN SANDHU WAS HERE TO DO YOGA. And she was up pretty early today too. So many miracles in the space of one day.

Truly, the news that they would be doing a yoga session out on the grounds was possibly the first bit of truly wonderful news that Simran Sandhu had heard all term. She loved Yoga. Adored it with everything in her. Forced the occasional student to join her in her sun salutation if they happenend to be on the Astronomy Tower Patch at Hogwarts in the mornings.

Yoga. What a lovely thing, really, that made your whole body feel swishy but also really firm at the same time. Like a tree.

Not that she was at all interested in the being healthy bit. She was plenty healthy. Healthy and spry and her current diet (including a great deal of sweets) had served her well these last eighty-five years. She would do Yoga, yes, but over her dead body were Brussels Sprouts going into her mouth. She shuddered at the thought, and then used the momentum to give her limbs all a good shake. Shakey shakey.

Everything loose and limber? Fabulous. Where would she put her yoga mat? Ah, there was Ayana. That was a good spot. Yes. That would do nicely.

Know what this reminded him of? S.O.R.E. What had Eiji done back then? He had absolutely skipped and simply brewed the appropriate boil pastes after the fact to deal with the side effects. Did Eiji have every intention of doing that again? Absolutely. Was he able to? Absolutely not and that was all because one Nina Castillo wouldn't permit it.

So, begrudgingly, the fifth year had dragged himself out of the broom closet and down to the rose garden that he had already become acquainted with previously. The proof? Just take a look at his black eye that he HAD been brewing a bruise paste for in the common room before Nina had interrupted him and forced him to come here and participate. How was he supposed to know that the simple desire of collecting petals and thorns for his organic ingredients storage would result in a floral assault?

To no one's surprise, Eiji Rasting hated everything.

Greeting precisely no one, the Slytherin took to a spot in the back of the crowd along the perimeter of everyone and side-eyed the rose bush nearby that he was SURE somehow remembered him based on the way it was swaying. Rolling his eyes, he stretched his long and gangly limbs a bit. His long sleeve shirt and tracksuit bottoms were a bit...shorter than he recalled them. Must have had a bit of a growth spurt.

Noble entered the rose garden in his usual formal robes, without the slightest inclination to partake in the exercise. A certain Paul Myers had tried on many an occasion to get Noble to practice that ludicrous form of contortion, and if the old man and close friend had failed during their time together at Hogwarts and since, no Frenchman (or woman) was ever going to to convince him.

There were plenty of less ridiculous physical activities. Sure, the French were hardly known for their cricketing ability...but the Headmistress could've opted for a nice game of boules in the afternoon sun instead. That would have been most pleasant with some refreshments on the side.

"Bonjour tout le monde," he greeted generally as he reached the gathering area in the rose garden, before greeting the two heads individually. "Madam, Headmaster." Not that he was entirely sure that the Headmaster had heard him, the way his attention was so fixedly on the roses. Regardless, he was hardly here for a conversation - there were plenty less awkward spots for such things - and he followed one Eiji Rasting towards the back of the gathering. He figured it'd be a good location to keep a close eye on proceedings.

And talking of eyes...Noble had noticed that black eye the Slytherin was sporting, and he coughed to get the boy's attention. "I suggest you get some bruise paste on that before dinner," Noble advised. He doubted the Headmistress would find it fitting in the grandeur of the dining chamber.

Naturally, Kaiser had backed up right into the path of the Beauxbatons headmistress. Naturally, naturally.

He blinked and looked around at the woman. She didn't intimidate him - Kaiser was not very easily intimidated - but he did want to avoid overtly ticking her off, especially when so many Hogwarts staff were present too.

"Oh. Je suis désolé," he said, slipping into French for his apology. Couldn't hurt, right? Speaking from experience, when you were in another country, people seemed to prefer that you adapted to their language. And, well, it was probably a good idea to not make unnecessary waves.

So, no backing away then.

Now that Trent was also here, meaning both Heads were present... could Kaiser still leave? Had he even been allowed to leave in the first place? Would it be considered rude? He thought it might be, especially since this whole thing was - as far as Kaiser could remember - all about interaction between the schools. Dilemma, then, because Kaiser didn't want to show Trent up by being all impolite, especially right in front of him, but he also didn't want to do yoga.

He really didn't want to do yoga.

In the end, Kaiser didn't try to leave again. He instead sidestepped around the gathered staff and students, and came to a stop near Professor Noble at the back of the group. He didn't look prepared to take part, and Noble always struck Kaiser as the sort of man to be prepared for whatever he was doing. Kaiser was going to bank on that, and hang out over here, as if lingering near the Potions Master excused him from the activity.

"... Hello." Don't mind me.

Finneas was doing his usual uncomfortable awkward, arm wiggling thing as everyone began to flow into the garden. He returned waves (albeit, awkward ones) to those students who chose to greet him. Giving Barlow and awkward chuckle in response to his dress code comment. Because as more and more people came in, it was apparent that Finneas was sticking out like a sore thumb. Kind of like the thumbs up he just gave to the Headmistress.

How come she always looked like she smelled a dead opossum every time she looked his way? Was that a French thing.... Or?

AnYwAy.

Any distaste she or Mathys had for him went swiftly over his head. There were more important things to attend to anyway. Like WARMING UP. He made his way to the very back of the group, before doing just that.

Jogging in place, the ultimate warm up. So he began raising his knees ALL the way up as he did so. This is how you warmed up for yoga, right? Wouldn't want to bust anything. Ha ha ha. Did he look a little bit like one of those basilisk lizards? Yeah. Yeah, there was some resemblance.

He was late.

He wanted to be anywhere BUT there, but as staff... he felt obligated. Sure, Piers usually hosted health and wellness meetings of his own, but never yoga. Yoga was weird and very stressful instead of relaxing, which was what most people told him it was. He hadn't figured it out yet.

Not sure what one was supposed to wear to a yoga class, Piers just showed up in some exercise sweats. And when he did show up, he slipped into the back of the group next to an alarming pair of shorts that he momentarily mistook to be residing on a teenager. That was no teenager.

"Nice shorts, Schmoe," he said casually, starting some warm up stretches.

Airy. "Zen I suppose you will be fine," he replied dryly to the Hogwarts Transfiguration professor. Though he knew house elves who were more sophisticated in their choices, Mathys would disregard his want to reform the aesthetics of Professors Barlow and Schmoe. Though, usually, the optimist, there were some cases that were simply hopeless.

Though it was not just the Hogwarts professors who had Mathys lifting a well polished brow. The arrival of a young lady [PhoenixRising] had him equally perturbed, for other reasons. "Tell me, mademoiselle," he began as he strolled up beside her, acutely aware at the manner in which one young man [hermionesclone] was gawking at him. "...been encouraged of you een ze past to attend offeecial school functions without a shirt?" His eyes looked around to the Hogwarts faculty who were saying nothing to their student about her choices, the disappointment clear in his knitted brow. The Hogwarts Arithmancy professor's arrival and advice to her colleague was noted, but Mathys had his own follow up to encourage. "Perhaps eenstead of your colleague's bowtie you could focus on your students' appropriateness," he muttered gruffly with a sharp inclination of the head towards the student with her bellybutton on display showing.

To add further insult to injury, another Hogwarts youth [sweetpinkpixie] had arrived with a black eye, though words were swiftly delivered by the Hogwarts Potions Master so he supposed he could avert his icy stare elsewhere for the time being.

He did, easily, return the smile of Mademoiselle Amin and cleared his throat upon hearing Monsieur Vayssière. At least they were present and accounted for, which was more than he could say for a few particular members of the House of Papillonlisse.

Addressing his headmistress next, the Care of Magical Creatures professor spoke softly in French for only her to hear that he was ready to assist her as necessary. And then his attention returned to the gawking boy [hermionesclone]. "May I help you, monsieur?"

The delayed arrival of the Hogwarts Charms professor had not gone unnoticed. Disappointing. He had expected much better.

Octavia didn't much care for yoga. She did, however, care for interacting with her classmates and the Beauxbatons students. Weren't they beautiful? She certainly thought so.

Sporting purple leggings with yellow stars and a matching tshirt, her hair was pulled back in a single braid as she made herself comfortable beside her friend. All of the professors got a greeting in either English or French (depending on what school they taught for) and Yoyo got GRINS. "Think this will be easy or difficult?" Knowing they held yoga at this school, and that she would want to attend, the first year had read a couple of books on the subject and asked around so she wouldn't be walking in blind.

But reading and experiencing were definitely two different things.

She peeked around at the others to see if she should be doing anything special aside from standing on a mat.

Lucas was used to being invisible. It was something that happened a lot since he was always around people who were much louder and popular than him. It was only when he got attention that he was taken aback. So it didn't come as a surprise when Carsyn didn't greet him, but he did smile a little awkwardly and tried to look away.

Carys got a bigger smile when she arrived and maybe even a "Hey!" Not much time to talk, not when other people had started to arrive, including Trent, Desmarais and some of the Beauxbatons lot. He wasn't going to disturb Trent, so his eyes lingered on the two Beauxbatons students, mostly because he was curious. What about, he wasn't sure.

It was only when Jillian spoke that he turned to look at her. "Hey!" Had he said that already? "Are you excited about yoga?" Was it wrong of him to hope that she was bad at this as well? Because it would only make him feel better about being lanky and not, y'know, athletic.

Cole got a smile and a wave in return. He...... wanted to ask, but there was another announcement happening so he turned to look at Desmarais, instead, who was talking about...... roses. Picking roses. His eyebrows shot right up and he glanced over at Jillian. Yeaaaaah, Trent was starting to look like a teddy-bear compared to the Beauxbatons Headmistress.

He wanted to tell the Slytherin this, see if she felt as scared by the woman's announcement as he was, but that idea flew out of his brain the minute Nostredame started talking. To him! His face flushed again as he started wondering why, why, this beautiful man was talking to him directly. Had he..... had he seen? Was he THAT obvious?!

Oh merlin. Oh no oh no oh no.

No no no.

What was he meant to say NOW?!

Lucas opened and closed his mouth a few times before clearing his throat. Words. He needed words. "No. ..... I mean," Merlin. "Thanks for the offer, si- .... uh, monsieur. I was just admiring your," Face. "outfit? Yeah, it's very fashionable."

............

Could he be sucked up into a void now?!

.....Excuse her....?

"I am NOT everyone else." Giselle did manage to retain most of her composure but her tone made it obvious she'd taken offense. Everyone else. Everyone ELSE. "Disrespectful. Rude. Me? Everyone else? Is zhis how you were taught to address ozers?" What were these children? What honestly were they?

The Headmistress shot Trent a disapproving scowl. Did he not teach his students better?

She calmed only slightly at Mathys's words. She could always count on him. He was a good second.


"Attention. Attention!" Giselle clapped her hands to gain everyone's attention. "We are still waiting for a few people." One of whom was meant to be leading this yoga exercise. Where was she? The woman had promised to be on time to lead them all. "No matter, please, in ze mean time, 'elp yourselvze to some of ze refreshment water we 'ave on ze tablez over zere." Giselle waved a hand toward the tables in the short distance. "Fill your water bottles. If you don't 'ave one, zere are cups." Healthy water, flavoured with lemons, cucumbers, strawberries. It was their choice.

"We will begin ze yoga, soon. In ozer news, I'd like to take ze time to tell you we will be 'aving a ball. You are all invited if you remember to be on your best behaviour. We will be working very 'ard to make ze preparations and I will not 'ave any of you ruin it." Someone had to say it. They hadn't inspired much confidence since their arrival and she would be DAMNED if they ruined that, too. "Ze ball will be a Valentine's Ball. You are also welcome to 'elp wis ze decorations if you wish." Again, contingent on them not ruining everything completely. "Zere will be more information as the date draws closer."

Now was much too early and there were other, more immediate things to discuss.

"To zose of you 'oo keep looking out at ze Quidditch pitch, zere is no need. Zere will be no quidditch zis term. We cannot accommodate two quidditch cups, flying lessons, full practices for so many teams and adequately maintain ze pitch so we 'ave decided to take ze term off. When you go 'ome, you can 'ave your cup again and we will 'ave ourz." But this was one thing they could not share.

"Come, come! Drink! Enjoy! Staying hydrated iz important!"

Missa was late.

But was this a class? a thing like s.o.r.e? did it really matter if she was late? She hoped not. It did not help her head when she finally reached - everyone was already there. Even EIJI. How was this even possible? Was Beauxbatons rubbing off on him? He didn't hate the broom closet, and now he was willing to mingle???

Eying the boy, Missa tried to casually join the crowd without drawing much attention. Fortunately, the Beauxbatons headmistress was speaking and everyone's attention was on her. As it should be because that announcement was QUIET SOMETHING.

With butterflies fluttering about in her stomach, the fifteen year turned her head to cast a glance at Eiji - but was instead met the gaze of a blond-haired, older Beauxbatons boy (Luc Vayssière).

"Um. Uh. Nice hair" she blurted out awkwardly, before offering a tight smile to the girl (Aesha Amin) next to him as well. DID SHE JUST SAY NICE HAIR?

Aesha was growing increasingly impatient. Where were they? Though she had no doubt in her own ability, she knew reinforcements were necessary. With each passing minute, her frown grew deeper, only disappearing entirely with the entrance of their Headmistress. "Bonjour Madame Desmarais," she straightened her back, smiling sweetly. Still waiting impatiently for the others, the looks from the Hogwarts' students did not escape her. They had no manners. You would think he [Nordic Witch] would know better than to stare.

"You're late," was her chosen greeting for Luc Vayssière. But as it was, he was currently her favorite. She turned to face forward when their Headmistress addressed the group and made an announcement for a Valentine's Ball?

Aesha had several thoughts, all of which were interrupted by the brunette [Samia] who evidently could not form coherent sentences. Aesha stifled a laugh. "Oh sweetheart," she gave her a pitiful look. "I will fetch us water," she announced to the two of them before walking away to pour four cups and returning moments later. One cup for each. Luc, pitiful Hogwarts girl, the boy she was standing next to [sweetpinkpixie] and herself. So generous.

Normally Nettie was NOT late to things. Usually, she was early. Although anyone who was familiar with the prefect would be able to catch WHY she was late today - her hair was curled just a BIT too perfectly, with its usual headband, and was she...wearing makeup? Maybe a little a lot.

Hey, it was NOT her fault that the Care of Magical Creatures professor was so handsome. She just wanted to look good for him and show what classy students Hogwarts had, since apparently some kid had bitten him at the feast. Or so she had assumed. She was trying to save their reputation, ok?

True, yes, she had a boyfriend now, but that didn't mean she couldn't LOOK at the gorgeous older man.

She managed to slip in right after Missa and followed her over to a few Beauxbaton kids. She casually joined their little circle without a word, because she'd just caught sight of Eiji, who was wearing...what in Merlin's beard WAS he wearing? It took literally all her self restraint to not snort in laughter at the sight of his short shorts. She made a mental note to help him transfigure them to the appropriate length later but for now...this was amusing. She wouldn't tease him, though, as he was probably suffering enough because he was HERE, doing YOGA.

She turned her attention to the Headmistress, eyes lighting up when she mentioned a Valentine's Ball. A BALL?! HOW FANCY!! Nettie grinned to herself at the prospect of it, even though said ball was MONTHS away. There was so much to plan, though! And it was likely going to take her all those months to convince Keenan to go to the bloody thing, honestly. So really, she appreciated the advance warning.

There was nothing to prevent the frown that appeared on the man’s face. It seemed that at every turn, at least one of his students always managed to set the woman off. Malachi had been hoping for a quiet term but between the woman’s particular temperament and the general conduct of those in his charge, it seemed another term of little peace.

Just his luck.

Malachi waited for Giselle to be through her announcement, thinking the students took the news...well. No wild shouts of protest. No sudden acting out. He was more grateful than they would know. Regardless of how unhappy no quidditch made them, being overly vocal and outright about it would not change it. All it would do was get them in trouble and give him more grief.

“Thank you for extending the invitation. I’m sure my students will be happy to attend and help with preparations where necessary.” ....And not break things. Yes. He was sure.

The Headmaster walked over to the table and helped himself to a glass of the strawberry water. He gestured for them to do the same. There was no telling when they’d get started at this rate.

Two or three sips in....the man began to feel a little.......funny. The heat. It must have been the heat. The last throws of summer going out with a bang. That must have been it. He sipped again at his water in an attempt to stave off what he assumed to be dehydration. Strange...

Was....was that a feather there in his palm?

"Oh, thanks," Finneas gave Pierson an awkward sort of smile, stilling raising his knees well above where one out to raise his knees. Any insincerity in the compliment went straight over his head. The gangly man only came to a (rather abrupt halt) when Desmarais addressed the crowd.

There were many things that were said, but the one thing was water and snacks. All this knee raising business really made him thirsty. And so he scampered off to the front without a word, returning with two cups of water. One for himself and one for the charms professor. "Er, bottoms up!" He blinked a couple times too many, extending the cup towards the man and chugging his own rather hastily.

.... Uh.

O_________o

His stomach was doing something very, very strange. What kind of fruit did they put in this water? He hadn't paid much attention, but he was allergic to pineapples. Maybe he ought to have-- Oh where did this feather come from? That was strange.

Honestly? Teddy didn't want to be here.

At a glance, it seemed like every professor from BOTH schools were here, including the headmaster and headmistress. It was unnerving, especially knowing how curt and matter-of-fact and strict the Beauxbatons adults were all the time. It wasn't that Teddy was really worried about himself - he was always well-mannered and on his best behavior - but he had noticed time and time again how the French professors got mad at the Hogwarts students, the Hogwarts professors looked all kinds of embarrassed on their behalf, and the secondhand embarrassment on Teddy's part was real, too. He also didn't like the idea of being grouped in with the Hogwarts kids who were being dubbed disrespectful by the Beauxbatons professors and assumed to be just like them. The stereotype of "rowdy Hogwarts kid" didn't fit him, and he didn't want to give anyone a reason to think otherwise.

Tavie and Yoyo were way more excited for this than he was, which was not particularly surprising, but it put him in an awkward position. If he went to join them, attention would inevitably be drawn to him as their group was always lively, which might get them in trouble with the Beauxbatons teachers. But yoga was certainly not his preferred method of physical activity. Quite far from it, actually. He'd rather go for a run or practice his boxing to maybe some day be a fair match for Hassan Botros.

But he felt like he had to be here. The instructors were here, his friends were here, everyone who was anyone was here, so... here he was. Putting on a brave face, but not a brave enough one to go join Yoyo and Tavie -- nope, instead, he stayed as far to the back of the crowd as he could, using the heights of Professors Schmoe and Fuller-Thompson to his advantage by hiding behind them. He was there, he was listening, he would participate, but he wanted to stay out of the way.

...A ball? There was going to be a BALL? His reaction was out of his control: his face lit up and he found himself peeeeking around the adults in front of him to try to catch glimpses of his friends, who he assumed would be elated. He wanted to SEE them light up, to see their joy, and it was EXCITING to think of them all going to a ball together.

The news of no Quidditch was disappointing solely because Teddy loved to watch. It wouldn't have been as cool as going to the Arrows games anyway, but he supposed with the whole crisis at Hogwarts and overcrowding problem here at Beauxbatons, this was for the best.

As people shifted and moved to obey the French woman's instructions to drink some water, Teddy opted to stay put. Retrieving some water meant risking people noticing him - and quite the sea of people it was - so he was content to risk dehydration for the sake of dampening his anxieties. It was safer back here.

Eiji had half a mind to believe that Professor Noble knew precisely what had caused his black eye and was simply being polite about it. Or was it possible that he was actually feeling guilty about things? Nah. More likely than that it was the disorienting feeling of being caught red handed, hand in the cookie jar and everything.

He really hated cookies.

"Yes, professor," he nodded dutifully at the Potions Master. "I was just brewing some before I came here." Before Nina had force dragged him from the safety of the broom closet out here.

He wasn't aware that ankles were so hilarious, Trinetta. But sure...laugh it up. It was less painful than hearing Missa's attempt at small talk with a few of the Beauxbatons students who then turned around and looked at them as though they were no better than dragon dung on the bottoms of their shoes. Which, to be fair, did have it's magical uses. Dragon dung that is.

At least thinking about the magical properties of dragon dung was a distraction against thinking about this Valentine's Ball - something he knew he would be attending regardless. Not like he could say no to Missa, nor did he want to. But he was not keen on dressing up like a glorified penguin and dealing with stuffy shoes. He would likely have to make even more of an effort since the Beauxbatons headmistress seemed particularly uppity about external appearances.

Ugh.

Literally ignoring everything around him, he leaned over to whisper something to Missa. "I'll get us water." And he slipped off to do just that, selecting the flavors at complete random (strawberry and cucumber respectively) and returned to his girlfriends side to offer her the pinkish one. "Ah votRE santea," he butchered before drinking his cucumber water.

Refreshments for the morning’s yoga session, what could be more innocent and unassuming than that? Perhaps a long list of things as there is nothing particularly “innocent” about the pitchers of water placed about the table waiting to be consumed.

A few sips is all anyone would need to find themselves with far more feathers than they’re used to and a “quack” to boot—but aren’t these glasses exquisite? Such intricate designs, the seal of Beauxbatons. If you can forget the little inconvenience, it’s all still so lovely, surely.

A few too many sips and you might find yourself covered from head to toe.

Ah friendship building. Great way to start the day.

Oh, hello there.

Given things, it was probably wise he pay attention to what was going on up front but wise he was not and his attention was suddenly elsewhere. Elsewhere definitely being the girl [Samia] who’s gaze he just met. “Merci, mon amour,” he practically purred, lazily ruffling those famous Vayssière locks as he presented the girl with his most charming smile. And while he was dishing out smiles, one for her friend [Lissy Longbottom] as well.

Suave should’ve been his middle name.

The same could not be said for the boy [sweetpinkpixie] they were hanging around with, and Luc raised an eyebrow at his less than polite, frankly quite immature behaviour. “My lovely friend Aesha here went out of her way to bring extra drinks for you and your friend and this is how you respond?”

Whatever. As long as he drank the stuff, it was all the same anyway.

“Ah, what is it you English folk say? Bottoms up?”

And with that, Luc downed his water. Let the show commence?