Eni looked up as the younger boy plopped down in his seat. He seemed worried. Probably just jitters for the new year. She thought to herself as she observed Seb.

“Hey Sebastian.” Eniola smiled at him. “Pretty good. France is always beautiful.” She sighed in memory of the warm sun on her skin. Scotland is definitely nothing like France. In fact Eni Can often be seen on particularly frigid days wondering why she ever traded one country for the other for most of the year. ”You doing alright there Sebastian? How was your summer?”