Justine watched quietly as Andrew and Zoe finished their introductions with all the polite civility of good breeding and manners. Was it Justine's imagination or was Andrew looking rather relieved? Maybe he'd been a bit nervous meeting a new person, after all, though the boy tended to be very talkative and open around her, he was a bit shyer when it came to others (it was a compliment Justine was rather proud of).

"Oui? Well, zat is... Unfortunate," Justine said, not sure how to respond to this bit of information, Justine was a curious girl, but she was not nosy, and this didn't sound like something the girl (Zoe), felt like sharing.

Justine was wondering on a scale from one to ten how awkward it would be if she randomly hugged Andrew (it was a solid five), when Zoe spoke up, mentioning that she was a fifth year before asking what year she and Andrew were in. "Sixth year, zough, it is only my second year at 'Ogwarts," Justine replied, tugging at her uncomfortable necktie with lightly tanned fingers. Ugh! She really hated these uniforms, they were so constricting and made her feel like she was suffocating (especially the necktie), she'd barely had on her uniform for more than ten minutes and she was already DYING to take it off.