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Interacting with: @Tracey Bailet/@Mateo Yamamoto
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I walked through the British hallways, unsure of where anything was. Ilvermorny is much better and I understood where things were much more. I managed to find the "great hall" which was really just a place where they ate meals. The British are so strange, really. I sat down at a random table, not sure if I was supposed to sit at one. It wasn't like there was a table that said, Ilvermorny or Thunderbird. Like really, how am I supposed to know? I sighed as I sat down, wishing the ball could take place at Ilvermorny. At least I could look for the one British person who I know is here. I searched the room for Emiline, but didn't find her. Nuts, I might have to meet someone else. Well, what if I try someone from the other schools? I don't know them very well.
I looked at the person to my nearest left and saw a boy with short black hair who looked either Japanese or Spanish. Either way, not British, which was good. I smiled at him and stuck my hand out. "Hi. I'm Alice Dale, what's your name? I go to the Ilvermorny school-the one in America. Where do you go? Do you know what other schools there are? Oh and isn't this school so odd?" I stopped giving him questions, in part to think about what else to say. "My family runs a shake shop and I help out." I finished, then let him get on to answering my questions. Hopefully soon we could become friends.
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