September 5th, 1890 — After the first meeting of the French Club

Hermia could not have asked for a better turnout for the first meeting of the French Club. She was thankful for overestimating what she arranged with the house elves for hors d'oeuvre as well. She forgot how hungry students were on a night of near-endless sweets. In hindsight, she might regret that on her prefect shift later tonight. She'd promised to meet Clementine back in their dorm briefly, but Hermia had another objective tonight.

She recognized the girl's name at Sorting. Their families were not close, but as the daughter of a French diplomat stationed in Tunisia for the better part of Hermia's life, she knew of the Algerian DeCroix family. Hermia didn't know they relocated to England, which would have horrified mama. Still, Hermia was hearing the younger girl was having difficulty with some of her peers and that classes may prove difficult. Hermia herself had dreamed of Beaxbatons and knew what it was to be the French girl in a British school. "Pardon, Mademoiselle DeCroix, a moment." Hermia smiled at the younger girl, hoping not to overwhelm her more than necessary. "My name is Hermia Bonaccord. I recognized your name at Sorting, and I wanted to check on you. I remember how wild the first few months are."

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