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Cedric 
Wheel-less luggage? Was this boy crazy? Valerie gave him a look that said about as much. "I would never do that," what with all the clothes she had to pack. Even if they did have to wear lame robes most of the time. "But I guess it wouldn't matter much for muscly men." She wouldn't mind some extra flexing.
Chace Denver. Okay, that was a good name. Nothing scarring, like 'Theodore,' or something. "Valerie DeWalt," she replied, giving his hand a light shake. So, he was going into year seven. Okay, so he was seventeen, then, right? Seventh year... seventeen? Yah. "Fifth year, this year." Blah blah blah. They were close enough in age! "Weird, yah. This is my first time at Hogwarts, too. I went to Salem Academy in America. Now I'm going to school with all these accented people who balance tea cups on their pointer fingers." Because these kids seriously drank tea like water. Maybe they didn't invent coffee over here in Europe yet? Whatever. Those house elves could fetch some for her when she was in need.
Chace laughed softly. That was true. Chace had a hard time picturing a girl like her carrying her own luggage around without wheels. That just seemed like something that would be slightly beneath her...not to mention based off of how many bags she had Chace was thinking she had brought the equivalent of his wardrobe times two and then some. In all truthfulness they could use some more muscly men around here. Chace felt like most of the guys he had seen were kind of weak looking. Then again, he hadn't really stumbled into anyone that looked his age so that was probably playing a large factor.
"I could see how it might be a bit impractical for you, given the quantity of stuff you've got there," Chace said with another amused smirk, and a small nod of the head towards the pile of bags behind her.
Valerie DeWalt. That definitely sounded American. Ahh...so she was a Salem Academy girl.
"Salem Academy, huh? I hear that's a good school...although reps like that can sometimes translate into meaning all work and no play," Chace said with a grin.
"I went to an academy in New York for my first six years, and leaving there was definitely not by choice." Thank you over-involved parents. At the comment about people balancing teacups on their pointer fingers Chace laughed.
"Seriously. I knew that British people were known for liking their tea, but they almost take it to a point of obsession." And for someone like Chace who didn't really do the whole tea thing, it was kind of overwhelming. And annoying. Mostly annoying really.
"So, what brought you to the land of odd-speaking tea lovers?" Chace asked, pushing up the sleeves of his hoodie as he spoke. All these people coming just kept making this already stuffy and hot air, hotter and stuffier.