As she walked into the Great Hall, the smell of food invaded her senses and she realized just how hungry she was. Adrienne frowned down at her parchment. A. It wasn't a bad mark, but it wasn't a good mark either. She resisted crumpling up the paper in her hand and instead forced herself to look at the comments the professor had made in the margins. She may be fluent in English but she apparently still somehow messed up certain sayings. Well what did they expect with such a complicated language?!

Adrienne sighed, settled into the bench. Scanning the rest of the paper, she spooned some porridge into two bowls, one for her and one for Aristide. Right on schedule, she felt her twin slide into the seat next to her just as the whoosh overhead told them the morning mail had arrived. She glanced up in time to see the Daily Prophet dropping inches from her head. Plucking it out of the air, she snapped it open. "I practiced archery late in the evening before curfew and my arrows kept freezing in mid-air," she commented, not bothering to look over at her brother as she scanned the front page. "Juice?" She was already pouring it into both their glasses.