There was a warm smile on Violetta's face now "Oui, I think there is a chance our Papa's may have met at a summit last. I think I prefer Marseille's weather to Algeria though, everything was a little dusty there."

She thought again about Hermia's comment on Beauxbatons, the look on her face dropped a little bit as she held herself in check, she thoughts of the beautiful blue uniform that hung in her wardrobe at home that she would never get to wear. "It isn't fair, mon ami. " she looked like she might cry but every upper class girl knew better than that so surely Violetta did too. "Hogwarts isn't the same as Beauxbatons, how can I expect to be a proper French lady, here?" she let out a little shrug as her eyes glistened with tears that were eager to descend. She pulled out a beautifully laced hankerchief and dabbed it at her eyes. "I am sorry, Mademoiselle Bonaccord, your offer is very lovely and I shall certainly accept."