 Lucas and Cecelia hiii not throwing away my shot | Slytherpuff | roll for initiative | woof you ❤
Alexandre was already feeling a bit jumbled. He kept saying things in English in the middle of a French sentence, and started sentences in French when he was talking to others who exclusively spoke English. Hogwarts was much easier when he never had to worry about this language thing. Though it had given him a chance to keep up with his French, which was probably a good thing. He had been nearly fluent before, but was probably letting it slip while at Hogwarts to be honest. With Noah's help, and all the practice at home over the summer he was feeling great about it. There was just the aforementioned problem of feeling a bit jumbled sometimes.
But this was Defense Against the Dark Arts. So he could think just English for the duration of the class. He found the place just fine, mostly because he'd sort of just followed the crowd. Once inside he said a chipper "Hello Headmaster," and looked around for where to sit. First he saw a group of first years (why did it seem like there were just so MANY of them??) and then a group of older kids. Finally, somewhere in the middle, his gaze landed on Lucas. Oh hi Lucas! He started heading that way.
"Hi Lucas! Can I sit with you?" He was already starting to sit in a chair even as he said it. But it was polite to ASK, right? There was also a smaller girl getting there right before him. Alexandre smiled at her. "Hi! I'm Alexandre!" And there was a THING on the table. A thing that they weren't supposed to touch. A thing that he really wanted to touch. But he wouldn't. Because he was good at following directions. But he wanted to. |