finished Part One - Crossing Paths PV Tes

I decided to take a short walk outdoors to get my mind off things..
Since the new schools had arrived, the castle was infected with constant buzzing, nagging, flirting, shouting and overall movement. One of my favourite spot was the Great Lake. It was such a peaceful area, perfect to read or be alone.
I had no lessons today due to the ball being scheduled for tonight, therefore I walked along the lake, breathing in and out.

I stopped at my favourite spot, next to a big tree. But there was something off... Someone was in my place.
She wasn't wearing a uniform so she could've been a Beauxbatons student.
I sighed irritated and turned back around before the stranger muttered something,
I turned back around and my thoughts were validated by her greeting me in french.
Curiously, I turn back around, just looking at her, with no expression drew on my face. I noticed she was reading a book.
Since she was practically hiding herself behind that book, I had a good view on the cover,
"Les trois Mousquetaires?""The 3 Musketeers?" I asked without really wanting an answer
"C'est un classique" "It's a classic I finished. Eventhough it's a muggle book, I have found it interesting to see their point of view on things, things like this.
I have read an unbelievable amount of them, and they're not half bad...
I decided to stay, getting to the other side of the tree.

Maybe if she wouldn't interrupt my reading I could keep my spot.

I grinned at the girl
" Do you speak french ? " Well isn ' t that a silly question. I just spoke french to her didn ' t I ?

" Non, bien sur que non, c'était du chinois " No, of course not, that was fluent Chinese I replied sarcastically unphased .
" I mean, are you fluent ? " the stranger continued
" Je pense que c'est ce que je viens de prouver" I think that's what I just proved I stated before carrying on, " Je suis née et j'ai grandi là-bas, j'ai déménagé ici il y a quelques années, alors je suis venu à Poudlard. Ugh . . . J'aurais pu être à Beauxbâtons en ce moment . . . " I was born and raised there, I moved here a few years ago so I joined Hogwarts. Ugh... could've been at Beauxbatons right now . . . " I sighed at that last part.
" My name's Cinder. What about you ? " the girl asked " Tes Cadell. " I replied to her , with a small hint of interest drawn on my face , I've never met a french person at Hogwarts yet, even if she wasn't trulya Hogwarts student, it felt comfortable, familiar and maybe even . . . normal
I asked if she was from Beauxbatons , I mean , it was quite obvious really, she spoke french and she felt . . . uncomfortable ? Almost uncomfortable at Hogwarts .
This girl has just peaked my interest .

The girl laughed when I mentioned that I could've been at Beauxbatons right now. I don't know how it was funny, but apparently it was. She seemed genuinely amused, and I couldn’t help but notice how easy it was for her to laugh at things that probably wouldn’t amuse anyone else.
She explained that it's not as good as the reputation says.

"Yes indeed, but I would've preferred being there" I replied, looking at the sky, squinting my eyes from the sun on my face. The clouds were scattered like faint strokes on a canvas, and for a moment I allowed myself to imagine the grandeur and prestige of the school

"So where about are you from?", Cinder asked, her eyes bright with curiosity, as if she expected some exotic answer.

"Paris" I replied simply. It may seem like a cliché, but it was truly the prettiest city in the world, in my opinion. The streets, the lights at night- it had a rhythm that none of the other cities I’d ever visited could match.

I live in Bormes-les-Mimosas - on the south coast, with bright blue skies, and turquoise waters! Her words painted a picture so different from Paris, so vibrant and endless. And lots of dragons.

Dragons? Interesting. I raised an eyebrow, though I tried to hide it.

“Of course they aren’t roaming free,” she said. Well obviously. I could already picture her, trying to sound reasonable while describing a place full of mythical creatures, probably as if it were the most normal thing in the world.

“You don’t need to explain. I understood.” My voice was calm, strangely. I didn’t need to overreact, I understood perfectly.

I let the silence sit, the sound of the wind brushing through our hair felt comfortable, almost soothing.

“I suppose a dragon sanctuary is more interesting than that.” I added after a pause, letting my words linger between us.

As she spoke, I let the silence settle in.
Of course she’d pick up "Cadell".

I tilted my head slightly, studying her expression like I was trying to decide how much she should know.

“Ouais les gens se s'ouvienne de se prénom. Yeah well people tend to remember that name.” I said quietly, picking up some flowers where I was sat and taking petals away (OOC: okay idk why this sounds dark okay like please tell me ya'll do this too???? Like just take petals off from flowers)
I didn't say this in a proud manner, it was just a fact.
"Did any of your relatives ever live in Bormes-les-Mimosas? Only, my family have mentioned the surname before, and I've never met anyone else with that surname."
I thought for a moment, as the wind made my hair brush against my cheeks.
“Je crois que mon père a une maison là-bas. J'y suis allé une fois quand j'étais bébé, mais jamais depuis. My dad owns a house there I think. I've been there once when I was a baby but we never went there since.” I replied after a pause, “Mais maintenant toute ma famille habite a Paris. Sauf mon oncle, il est a Bordeaux depuis quelque années. But now all my family lives in Paris. Except my uncle, he went to Bordeaux a few years ago.” I finished.
Cadell wasn't a common last name for sure, but her relatives probably heard of it when my grandfather was in charge. That was all she was getting, for now at least.

I crossed my arms, rubbing them with my hands for a bit of warmth, “Pourquoi? Why?” I asked, my eyes locking back onto hers, “Ils ont dit quoi exactement ta famille? C'est pas vraiment un nom de famille courant hein. What exactly did your family say about it?It’s not exactly a common surname.”, I continued for a moment, in a more interested voice“Ducoup soit c'est une coïncidence… soit ce n'est pas une. So either it’s a coincidence… or it isn't”
Honestly, I really do believe that some sort of her relatives knew my father, or grandfather. I wasn't really fussed about it.
The silence stretched between us again.

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