Regina was looking for her fellow Durmstrang ladies. That was the only reason she was currently in the small sweet's shop. Bright, yet fake, smile in place, she proceeded further in, turning the beaming look on those she might have passed along the way. First impressions were the most important and a girl like her fully understood the concept.

There were so many people in this shop. English girls and their obsessions with chocolate; the fifteen year old just could not understand.

Finally finding the two she was looking for, Regina strode purposely closer, stopping just in front of where the two stood. Karina and Bronislava, of course. She didn't know these other people..."Zhere is something so interesting about this village, yes? Her accent was heavy as the smile remained firmly in place. She meant the faces. Many interesting faces.