Violetta let out a little sigh of relief when the older girl switched back to French and gave her permission to use the admittedly much more lovely language. She returned the smile shyly as Miss Bonaccord remarked on their duty to remind the English. She replied again in French this time. "Thank you miss, my parents have encouraged me to try and integrate into school as best as possible but it is very hard no? I know your name, there is a Mr. Bonaccord in the French ministry yes?" It was part of her childhood etiquette lessons to learn the names of the prominent families in the French upper classes so as not to be caught off guard in social situations. The eleven year found it a little silly sometimes, but she had seen the benefits several times and her parents usually knew best.

"The text books are the worst, you would think they were written by a half mad recluse from the middle ages.", most of them probablt were. She let out a little laugh but bit her lip hoping her small joke would go down ok with the older girl.

She nodded about her housemates being kind, she had literally nothing in common with them that she was aware of, but that was not their fault and nobody had been intentionally mean to her even if she did feel like the outsider in their new rooming situation. "A little help would be very much appreciated Miss Bonaccord, if it is not too much trouble, I would hate to be a bother." she felt so shy, but hear she was speaking to one of her social peers in her native language so she did begin to feel a little more comfortable.