A New Guy in a New Place Miles PV River Fayre closed

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River had not been to this school before, she had never even met a British child, let alone a student from the British school of magic!
She was used to the warm Blue sky days in France, where it was 15℃ at the coldest this time of year, it was also hard with the time zones, even if it was only an hour off it still took a toll on River, the girl liked her sleep, maybe to much, she had been told to rest on the way to Hogwarts, but it had been hard, no matter how much she liked her sleep!
River decided to find a quiet spot to rest until their official welcome, the courtyard sounded like a good spot, the courtyard that was at her school was warm, Quiet and peaceful, so she hoped that it would be the same here, she soon found that all the benches were full, so River decided to ask the boy who was sitting alone on a bench, she walked up to him,
"Salut!" Hello! she said, she pointed at the bench, and seeing as she did not know this boy she guesses he was not from her school, so she spoke English instead
"Hello, my name is River Fayre, I am first year Beauxbâxtons student in the house Papillonlisse." She introduced herself, it was a custom for her school, to say their name, year and house, River proudly in Papillonlisse, was trained well in this manner.

She smiled at the boy, "Who are you? And can I sit down please?"
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@Simon Kincaid as Miles Thatcher

His bag, that was placed beside him, was grabbed and he moved it to the ground next to him. "Please, sit," he said, offering her the space. Miles had caught on to her French accent with the first word she spoke and instantly he was rather mesmerized by it. It was fascinating to hear the way she spoke - even if she had hardly yet said any words at all to him. "Gathering spaces are a little limited right now with everyone reconnecting. This is my first visit to Hogwarts though," so he didn't have prior connections. He knew his Ilvermorny classmates and was friends with many, but they were busy spending time with the friends they made from the other schools on their prior visits. He was okay with that, but it had been why he was by his lonesome.

"I"m Miles Thatcher from Ilvermorny School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. In the Thunderbird house." He hoped that she knew a good deal of English because his French skills were - well - non-existant! "River is one of the best names I've ever heard," he smiled widely, and meant it too! For someone like him who loved nature so dearly, a nature name was the best. "It's beautiful," he elaborated a little more. "So tell me, River, what is this Papillonlisse house?" he hoped he pronounced it correctly, "and do you feel you were placed correctly?" He knew that each house at Ilvermony had specific traits, as did those at Hogwarts, so he assumed it would be similar at her school of Beauxbatons.

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"Uh, yeah. Both of my parents are alumni of Ilvermorny and were in Thunderbird, although I think I have some Pukwudgie traits as well," he smiled because that was always a fun word to say. He paused a moment and wondered how he probably sounded to the girl next to him. For him, he loved her accent, even if she was playfully insulting his house. He knew it was in good fun.

"What's France like? I really can't say I know anything about the place, except it's known for love and romance and bread and ...uh," he paused to try and think of what else, "...onion soup?" The only other thing after french bread that came to mind was french onion soup.

Miles glanced to her and gave her a cheesy smile because he knew that comment was just rather ridiculous but hey, he wanted to keep the conversation going with the girl. It wasn't as if she had much other choices on where to sit that day, but she did have the choice to get up and leave and he was hoping that wouldn't be the case. He had come to Hogwarts to meet new people - whether from the host school or the other visiting schools.

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River laughed "What funny house names!"
She pulled a piece of her Dirty Blonde hair forward and played with it in her hand, a weird habit she had always had, she laughed again when he asked what France was like, "Ah, That old question! First France is très jolie1 Erm, I am not sure about the Romance, but my family does love bread and Onion soup! I'm not sure about the Muggles but it seems the same for the Wizarding as it is for my family!" she laughed again, it was funny, how alike and unalike Muggles and Witches and Wizards were, she had lived along side a few muggles, even been friends with some, but after her Sister death she had not even talked about them in her house, it had been forbidden.
"and to clear another fausse2 about French, we do not eat Horses!" this was a question that a lot of people had asked her before, do French eat
horses? For River and her wizarding town they did not, but as she knew she did not know whether the muggles did or not!
"Do you like Pigfungus?" she asked, by Pigfungus she meant Howarts, to her that was what the name meant, that Pigs here had funguses, such as warts,
"Do they have problems with their pigs in Britain? Or is it just at this school?"
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French, eat horses? He had never heard of that one and looked curiously to the girl. She then talked about pigs and fungus and he tried to follow but wasn't sure - maybe it was the accent getting in the way and she was talking about something completely different.

"I don't think...I've seen any pigs yet here," he paused. Were there? No, no absolutely not. ...Maybe. It wasn't like he was an expert when it came to Hogwarts. He was new there himself. "I once got to see a herd of Erumpents," he said, unsure if he was evening following the same conversation that she was. "We were passing through Africa and my mum and da' headed to this one village. They're quite rare because males tend to blow themselves up during mating season and they only give birth to one baby erumpent at a time. Oh, and they can hold their breath and swim underwater! They're fabulous swimmers. I was able to feed one. WillowWisp Grass."

His dorkiness when it came to nature was starting to show. The boy absolutely loved plants and their abilities to change the effects of the body and mind more than anything - and their beauty, but he was a son of two magizoologists who studied more the animals around the earth. He had been to nearly every continent and just adored everything that came with studying the Earth. Magical Earth, that was. He didn't know much when it came to muggle stuff.

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River laughed a little, Miles looked confused, and by the way he was talking about some animal that blows up after mating, she did not want to be rude, so River went along with it. Being Wizard born she had an advantage, she knew about magical things.
"I once seen a group of Wood Nymph. One tried to bite me!" She laughed then got quiet, the thought that she had shared this moment with her dead sister hurt ever so much.
"Are you a muggle born Or Wizard born?" She asked, she did not care, she had once been best friends with muggles, until her sister had died with them...
River closed her eyes for a moment as the deep sadness washed over her, "I'm sorry, I was just thinking about my sister" River explained, but when she explained her words were slow, tired.
"I'm sorry." She said wiping her eyes as a tear fell down her cheek, River had gotten used to crying, she bad learned that it was normal, she had realized that she could not stop it.
Everyday she thought about her sister, everyday it hurt, maybe with a friend she could get over her loss, she could live with it, along with it.
River sat up straight, this thought hit her like a softball, she wiled her eyes and hoped that Miles had not seen her single tear,
"Miles, would you like to go for a walk, it's rather stuffy around here." She had spoken kindly, even if her words had been rude, it was true though, it was stuffy even in the courtyard.
She stood up and smiled any sadness that has hit her before was gone.
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"Pureblood," he said, which she didn't really ask about, only if he came from a wizarding family or not. It would have been odd for him to say otherwise, coming from Ilvermony School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. While Hogwarts had a lot of students that were halfblood or muggleborns, Ilvermorny was quite the opposite. Nearly every single one of their student population was a pureblooded wizard and that's how the establishment had been since it's creation.

"I would like to go for a walk," he said as he stood up with her. It was most evident that the girlw as sad and he didn't feel that anyone should be alone when they were sad because that only made the sadness grow. When sadness grew, it could morph into all kinds of crazy things that no one should have to deal with.

"Tell me about her. Your sister," he said softly. He knew it was a subject that would bring up emotion but the girl already was crying softly on the bench. Maybe it would be a way to bring back some good memories of her, or at least knowing that others still cared about her sister's existence, even if she wasn't there with her anymore.

Miles hoped he wasn't being pushy or overstepping any boundaries here. He really didn't know how to approach that sort of subject. He was fortunate to have never lost anyone close to him before.

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It was a relief that Miles had also wanted to go for a walk, as they started to walk he had softly asked her to talk about her sister, at first she was filled with anger, how dare this American boy just barge into her life! But then she had felt guilty for feeling that way, Miles was sweet he was trying to be nice, to calm her down. She looked at him and smiled "Sure, I'll tell you." she took a breath and started slowly, "Her name was Mabel, Mabel Fleur Fayre. She was only a year apart from me, we were super close! Mabel liked Muggles better then Wizards and witches, she claimed that Muggles were resourceful they had to do everything by hand. My mother and father understood her feelings, and they agreed letting Mabel become friends with a few Muggles, Mabel had no want to go to Magic school my parents tried to get her to, they really wanted her to, they claimed that it would be good for her, but Mabel had other plans. Plans to go to muggle school, she wanted to be a muggle. My other sister and I tried to convince her otherwise but failed she was set in her ways. We lived a happy life, going to the zoo, magic shows and many other fun things, things that make remembering my sister easier, like when we did a muggle Easter egg hunt! It was amazing! They hid chocolate eggs around the town and we had to find them, one of the younger Wizards used Accio to get all the eggs! Mabel got so mad at him! It was funny! It was when Mabel was going to a Muggle Birthday Party with her other Muggle friends that she was killed, and I had my first magic." River felt better, she felt happier then she had since her sister's death, River had never told anyone what she had just said before, maybe she should have sooner!
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