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.