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sarahb 
Isabelle didn't really know what this Boofire thing was. Once she got there she heard someone reading a story was it. Izzy didn't really know but she grabbed a blanket anyway and spread it out on the edge of the group. Butterbeer in one hand smore in the other she sat down and listened to what was going on. Even if no one would talk to her it still seemed worth it to come just for the food. Listening she began to munch on her smore and drink some of her butterbeer.
Vlimia sat down near the fire, but not too close that the hem of her robes could ignite. There was nothing wrong with being a little paranoid about catching on fire, was there? As soon as she was settled, a decidedly sparkly, orange spark crackled out from the fire and landed a centimetre away from her shoe. Vlim shuffled away from the
bonfire 'BOOfire' and found herself at the edge of the group. Oh well, it was better than being burnt to a crisp. She saw somebody she vaguely knew, even though the girl was a seventh-year.
"Uh, hello." Vlimia said awkwardly.
"Isn't your name Isabelle? I remember seeing you somewhere... have you ever been to Paris?" Vlim asked, trying to remember where she had seen the older girl. A Beaxbatons open house? The Eiffel Tower?