It had been a long day, frankly. EmmaLee was enjoying her time at Beauxbatons, but it really seemed like nothing was ever going to be easy for her anymore. It almost made her wish she could go all the way back to Castelmoron-d'Albret and just... be a hermit there. She pulled the door open to her cabin, ready to flop on her bed and just decompress for the rest of the evening when she was suddenly yanked back, pulling the door beyond its swinging point and having to let go so that it slammed closed with a loud CRACK!

"HOW DARE YOU SHOW YOUR GRUBBY LITTLE FACE HERE!" Someone screeched in full French behind her, taking a fistful of her short hair and pulling her back and to the ground with more force than EmmaLee could have expected. The Hufflepuff found herself hitting the ground with a surprised little screech of her own before it was cut off by the wind being knocked out of her and before she could properly get a breath and open her eyes to see her assailant, there was a spitting sound and her face was wet.

"What?!" She yelled, wiping her face and looking up.

The girl above her scoffed and continued in French. "You're not even a true French woman anymore. I have no idea what Mamère possibly still sees in you." The girl was the mirror image of EmmaLee, except slightly shorter once the later stood up, and was actually wearing a similar blue dress. She also had flowing, wavy white hair that came down in snowy falls down past her knees, as EmmaLee had at the beginning of the year.

"Nice to see you too, Anais." EmmaLee said, switching to French, wiping her hands on her skirt, and wiping her face again as she stood up. Anais LeDames sneered.

"It is NOT nice to see you, you little rat." She said, crossing her arms. "How dare you taint this school with your presence after what you've done." EmmaLee raised an eyebrow and rolled her eyes at the girl.

"And exactly what have I done, Anais?" She asked, crossing her own arms and glaring at her younger cousin. Anais was LaLune's oldest daughter and LaLune was Genvieve's second oldest daughter. Anais was the only LeDames daughter attending Beauxbatons because in EmmaLee's absence she had been trained as the next heir. LaLune and Anais had already been angry that Celeste and EmmaLee refused to take their "proper" places in the family, and the happenings at EmmaLee's betrothal ball had only caused a significantly wider rift between the two sets of white women.

"Not only presenting that filthy blooded boy at your betrothal ball but actually leaving with him." Anais sneered, pointing an accusing finger generally towards the other cabins "Do you know how embarrassing that was for everyone? How much damage control Mamère and Maman have had to do because of your little stunt?!" She scoffed again. "I couldn't believe when the other girls said that someone who could be my twin was walking around the guest cabins but here you are." Burning sapphire eyes narrowed and a malicious grin formed across her pink lips. "Is your little pet running around as well, or did you leave him in his cage where he belongs?"

And that's when EmmaLee punched her in the face.

@Kim Sato, @AngelFyre McCubbin

Anais' hands flew to her nose and she crumpled to the ground in a particularly satisfactory way with her own kind of screech as EmmaLee dusted her hand off on her own dress. She was eleven kinds of done with this family and their opinions of her relationship. She was sick of them trying to tell her who she should be and who she should be hanging out with. Their opinions had caused her far more grief this year than she was willing to put up with anymore.

"How DARE you?!" Her cousin yelled from the ground, which prompted a small, mirthless laugh from the elder LeDames.

"How dare YOU?" EmmaLee countered. "Maybe if you would - " Her comeback was cut off by a shadow crossing over Anais that was followed by a body coming between them and EmmaLee's vision of her cousin on the ground was overcome by a boy in a Durmstrang uniform. A small bubble of indignation threatened to boil up in her, of course it would be someone from Drumstrang to interrupt something that was completely none of their business, but before she could really form that thought, a decently familiar, very much NOT Durmstreng accent came from the student in front of her in, well, not the best French but decent.

EmmaLee was thoroughly confused as Kim turned to her and asked if she was alright. His detention had been less than two weeks ago. Why was he wearing a Durmstrang uniform? What was he even doing here? Not really Beauxbatons, but here, breaking up a fight between her and her cousin. Honestly, Kim kinda seemed like the person to stand by with popcorn, rather than break up a fight between almost anyone.

Anais scoffed before EmmaLee could really process Kim's presence. "This brat gave up family for filth." She said in English, turning her head and spitting on the ground as she pulled a handkerchief from her pocket and whipped her bleeding nose with it. "She can't even fight like a proper witch." She continued as she stood up glaring at EmmaLee and Kim as the corners of her eyes began to color. EmmaLee wasn't particularly strong, but apparently she could still break a nose and she felt a kind of weird pride about that. What would Stephen say if she told him she'd broken her cousin's nose for calling him a dog?

EmmaLee rolled her eyes at Anais. Could she be any more childish? "I am alright, Kim, thank you. This is, sadly, my cousin. She only pulled my hair and insulted my boyfriend." EmmaLee explained, putting a particular emphasis on "boyfriend" for Anais' benefit. Anais made a gagging noise. "It's not even worth drawing my wand for something as childish as that." She said to her cousin.

"Why are you wearing that?" She added back to Kim with a raised eyebrow, finally unable to resist asking the very first question that had come to mind when he had appeared out of nowhere.