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Lislchen 
Olly smirked to herself when she heard his footsteps following her. And a moment later he had caught up with her too. Why she had decided that it was a good idea to go to the kitchen with somebody else, she didn't quite know either. Probably because she was bored. And maybe because she kind of had something on the guy. So if he got too annoying, there was the unvoiced threat of her exposing him as a nutcase.
Which he pointed out a second later.
"Aw, and rob me of seeing your face when you noticed me standing there. Wouldn't want to miss that." She replied with an amused smirk, her eyes lingering on him while she continued her way down the corridor. "But now I can protect you from further embarrassment in the future, yeah?" Now that they HAD met. Heh. So he wouldn't have to throw about phrases like 'what's cooking?' anymore.
Józsua. Got it. "Olly." Hi. Her introduction was accompanied by a curt nod. "So, where are you from then, Józsua?" Because that accent of his was definitely NOT from around here. That much she could tell. It sounded like he was from the States but then again it didn't. Huh. Also the smell was definitely getting stronger here so they were on the right track.
Hopefully the house elves wouldn't mind them trying whatever it was they were cooking. Because she definitely was going to do that.
Józsua smiled amused. Had his expression REALLY been that bad? Probably. He
had been startled when he saw the girl as well trying his best to keep his dignity. Which apparently was a complete waste because she had SEEN.
“Kind of mean for someone I've just met.” He retorted, trying to give her one of his trademark Józsua dark looks but just ended up smiling as he teased her. He could see her amusement. He let out a small laugh.
“You're expecting a repeat performance of this?” He asked incredulously.
“Because I don't think I'll need my nose to find the kitchen again.”
He had a brain, y'see?
A brain that worked particularly well when it came to
food. His favourite thing in the worrld.
Olly. Interesting name for a girl.
“Is that short for something?” He asked. And then came the question which all the Hogwartarians liked to ask. Suppose the accent gave it away as well as his appearance if that Cutty boy from the feast was to go by. Apparently Józsua was 'all done up'. Like a girl or something. But he thought he understood what the boy was getting at.
“I'm a Beauxbatons transfer. But my name's Hungarian. Just like my father.” He explained.
“What about you?” Did he detect a regional accent? These Brits were really quite interesting with their all their strange dialects.
Smell was getting louder.. or stronger.. Józsua's stomach gave him another little reminder that it wanted filling.