Oktoberfest Forbidden Sleepover Closed

Interacts: @Alexx Helm & @Anastasia Beckett
Mentions: Nobody

      French. The blonde girl spoke French. A beautiful language in her opinion. Even more beautiful now that she was learning it per request of her mother. Frost had always been so amazed by people who could speak the language. The flow of it seemed natural to the blonde girl, so it was safe to assume she was fluent. "Oh! Then uh- Salut! Alexx est un beau nom. Je m'appelle Frost." A wide smile graced her lips. It was like those situations she imagined where her learning of French was actually useful. 

       Alexx's outstretched hand was taken gently by her own pale one, shaking it equally as gentle. The blonde didn't seem so bad. But neither did most people. Awfully pretty, yes, but Frost couldn't tell for sure what she was like. Normal for people who had only met just a second ago. After a moment of glorious hand-shaking, the hands parted and she continued to smile brightly at her. 

       Another girl had appeared, this time, a brunette. A blonde, a redhead, and a brunette. A snicker came from said redhead at her own silly little observation. This was the first time she had been the redhead piece in the trio of hair colors. "Absolutely! You have a pretty name too, Anastasia." Her name was a mouthful, especially when she had just thought of a nickname she could use instead. "Mind if I call you 'Ana'? Only if you allow it, though." As per usual, the smile she wore didn't fade or falter once in the time passing. It only seemed right for her to be smiling all the time. If Frost wasn't smiling, then something is most likely wrong. 

      In all honesty, Frost didn't think she could ever grow tired or bored of meeting people. Or of people in general. Nonetheless, she could still be alright by herself. But she was glad for the extra company right now. Three girls were better than just two. "What years are you guys in? I myself am a second year here." The girl threw out the mostly generic question, an attempt to strike up a conversation. Just three strangers, hopefully they weren't going to remain that way. The redhead had always had room for more friends. 

Thank god they stopped fighting. She gave Aurelia one last evil look, testing to see if she would dare to follow. Mari was hoping not since she had no idea how to defend herself, but she hoped Aurelia would take the bluff. Marissa followed Bloom quickly to the tent where she placed her stuff over and silently praised herself for standing up to someone. But now there was a new obstetrical, being sociable. To a Ravenclaw. Not that Mari had anything against Ravenclaws, it was just that it reminded her of Claryssa. It might be clear to some that Marissa was still in the grieving or 'healing' process of it all. But she had to give it a chance, for her brother and parents. They seemed to be slowly healing and Marissa did not want to be dragging them down any longer.

Mari climbed into the tent after Bloom and sat down on her yellow sleeping bag. She crossed her legs and smiled nervously towards the Ravenclaw before moving her bag to make more room. "It's f-fine. She wasn't be-being kind." She mentally facepalmed as she stuttered through her sentence. Her cheeks went red in embarrassment as she went through her own bag to distract herself. Marissa tried not to look surprised when Bloom mentioned breaking up with Ben. If she was being honest, Mari never knew they were dating in the first place. She did not keep up with all the gossip and drama constantly.

Anastasia manged to hear the other two girls introduce themselves, so that was nice. She wouldn't ahve to worry about that at the moment. She grinned at the blonde girl's French. Her parents said that someone she met who spoke French was always a good sign. She'd been tutored in the language since she could speak English properly, and while many of her Pureblooded peers knew French as well, she hadn't encountered too many native speakers. She also quite prefer the French idiom to the English one. Her parents disagreed with her on that matter, but she always found it rather funny. 

Based on Alexx's easy use of French idioms and her accent, Anastasia assumed that the blonde's first language was French or she at least came from a household where French was frequently spoken.  "Oh, alors vous parlez français alors?" Anastasia said cheerfully. Her own French was a tad rusty since she hadn't actually spoken it since she'd gotten to school. Still, almost a decade of tutoring didn't go away in a matter of months, so she was confident she would at least be able to carry on a simple conversation. 

She turned to the ginger and grinned. "Why, thank you! Frost is a lovely name as well," she said. It was rather unusal, but it was a lovely name nonetheless. Anyway, she'd heard far odder names in the Pureblood circles. Honestly, some of the names her parents' friends gave their children were downright cruel. Like, who named their child "Aeneas"? That was just setting the poor boy up for bullying. "And Ana is fine by me. Anastasia can be quite the mouthful." 

She glanced at the blonde again before replying. "I'm just a first year," she told the girls. Normally, she really wasn't one to be deferential merely because someone was a bit older, but these girls both seemed quite nice, so Anastasia was going to stay on the nicer side. She could be quite abrasive at times and that had already earned her quite a few enemies. 

French - English
Oh, alors vous parlez français alors? - Oh, so you speak French then?