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Syd (: 
As expected, the box of chocolates Dal had bought in Diagon Alley was already halfway gone. It was almost embarrassing; he ate chocolate like a girl. Now, he was going to get more. He needed a stash to last him until the trip to... Hogsmeade, was it? Eh.
His hands were shoved into his pocket as he got into the line for the food trolley. He felt the few coins that were in them, hoping they'd be enough to get him chocolate and some Bertie Botts. He looked up at the person in line in front of him, and saw something familiar about the blond hair.
"Amy?" he asked, leaning a bit to look at her. He hoped he'd got her name right... because that would be embarrassing if he hadn't. Although he had only met her once, so it was understandable anyway.
Handing over the few sickles, and receiving her change, Aimée went to shove it in her pocket, thanked the woman, and as she began to turn around, she heard someone say her name. Well, they said the correct name, although they pronounced it wrong. She smiled to herself, because she didn't in all honesty expect the familiar America boy to pronounce it the French way.
"Dallin?" she said, using the moment she was turning completely around to think of his name. That
was his name, wasn't it? I wasn't like, Warren... was it? She sure hoped not, that would be embarasing.