The last few weeks had been a bit of a whirlwind for the eleven year old French girl, she had been swept from her family home in Marseille and now found herself in Britain, her parents in London and her.. here.. stuck in the forest in a country that probably isn't even on any maps. She had sobbed when putting her beautifully Beauxbatons uniform back into her closet and replacing it with this shapeless black cloak, she had practically begged her Maman to let her stay with her cousin in Marseille and not come here.

But now, here she was. She had sat silently through the sorting ceremony was a little consolation that she had been sorted into one of the better houses. It was not Ombrelune like her mother or grand mother, but at least it seemed like it wasn't wrong. Her biggest challenge was the languages, her frightfully English dorm mate seemed almost like a trial by fire and Violetta had quickly sought out other French speakers where she could feel more at home.

The French club was one place like this, it was mostly English girls wanting to prop up their French to improve their class appearance, but there were a couple of native French speakers, and the president had a name that she even recognised.

She caught her breath when the much older girl singled her out while alone. Doing a small courtesy of respect. "Rebonjour Mademoiselle Bonaccord, Comment vas-tu?" she noticed what she had done, the other girl had greeted her in English, as was expected here, but Vee had replied in French, the young girl blushed. "Erm.. apologies Miss, I am not speaking my Anglais well. 'ow may I 'elp?" a nervous smile curled at the side of her lips.