Originally Posted by Harron Peasley

Smiling at Willow as she sat down, Aimée mused over her name; she didn't particularly think it was very special, but she guessed it was kinda pretty. A name made for somebody prettier than her, maybe. She shrugged. "Zank you," she murmured. "Oui, I am from France. Do you know any French?" Because she'd said 'très magnifique', so maybe she knew some more? "Es zis your first year here, zen?"

Following Willows gaze to the ceiling, Aimée noted how pretty it looked; the stars glittered, and they did really look like the night outside had done, when she'd glimpsed it from the carriages. "It es charmed, to look like ze sky outdside," she said softly, looking back down at the girl.