"Haha! Like cement!" Zahra burst out laughing now, having KIND of forgotten that she was supposed to be buying and gobbling pumpkin pastries. Baaahaaaaa! She reached over and gave his arm a little rub. It's okay, Cement.

Still thinking over what this Alexa had just mentioned regarding the feast, Claudette hesitantly picked up the sugar quills too, placing them in her arms along with the jelly slugs. She supposed she'd get them too and even give her owl a nibble. She was starting to wonder just what they would have at the feast at all, going by the girl's whole attitude on the matter.. maybe she should get more than just what she had picked up..

She glanced back at the fourth year, nodding a bit as she listened to her explain further. Well.. that was somewhat encouraging. Perhaps they actually were working on the situation and the situation she had waiting for her wouldn't be as dire as her imagination was making her believe. And then her eyes widened. "....plastic....?" she managed out in a soft breathy voice. That was what they had them drinking their dirty pumpkin juice from? How was that even possible with all the fundraising she had heard about, plus the cost of tuition? This had to be a joke..

She eyed the girl carefully still, but put on a small smile and nodded her confirmation. "Yes.." She was French.. even if her accent wasn't quite as thick as it once had been. She had been practicing. "Oh have you? I was at Diagon Alley a couple times this year.. but it was the first time since I was very small.." And she hardly remembered it then, so it was like a new experience. Come to think of it, she had run into a young French boy there as well.. perhaps the same?

"Oh.. foreign exchange program," she answered as the question was posed to her. "Just wanted to experience a new culture, new school, new friends.. that sort of year." And she was meant to stay only one term, but she hoped her timing wasn't off. She had heard a bit about last term, this one had to be better, right? "Well," she began thoughtfully after thinking over the girl's next question. "I don't know a whole lot about the houses, to be honest.. my mother was a Slytherin a long time ago.." That was before she married her father and moved to France.. and she didn't spend a whole lot of time talking about Hogwarts. "My cousin went to Hogwarts for a few years.. he was a Ravenclaw, but I have a friend who is a Hufflepuff right now, so I suppose that one?" Just so they could hang out more and stuff.. but beyond that, she didn't know anything about them. "But I guess it doesn't really matter.. or at least that's what I've been told.."

NO more questions about the the dementors please because simply, Cassia was only going to say the wrong things. And maybe if it had been someone else who witnessed the scene, like Lex, it would have been more convincing rather than having to make up facts and reasons at the top of her head. At that horrible day, Cassia had left the Great Hall early because she was under the 'treatment' effect. Of course, the snake now knew better than to tell them that there was an ice-cream machine at the kitchen that was charmed and affected all those who had it. Actually, that was why the dementors were drawn to the school. Attracted to the cheerfulness and happiness of the ice-cream eaters. That would answer Schuyler's question, except that the girl wasn't going to hear it. Not from Cassia at least.

It was totally legit to blame it on the man who wasn't able to defend himself. although he saved the charms' professor. ahem. But of course Olly didn't like it. Of course, she wouldn't. Cassia was almost sure, that whatever she said, this Olly girl wasn't going to like it! Maybe if Schuyler had said it, the angry girl would have seen some sense in it. The blond decided not to put much effort into her comebacks, since they'd be blown away and made fun of anyway.

She listened to the girls discussing it among themselves, until Schuyler gave her the look. What? Cassia wasn't allowed to be mean? She was obliged to being a Snake. Her being nice would likely to be frowned upon. Did they know her house by the way? Well, Olly did. Cassia shot her a questioning look before remembering the Slytherin pin she had on her chest. Yeah, she kept that. to not be mistaken for a puffer. "Oh, I do not recall asking for your opinion," She shot back at Olly. NO ONE must question her Slytherinish abilities. It wounded the girl far too deeply. "Our act isn't about comebacks and attitude," Well, kinda. And now Cassia was only hoping this particular girl didn't end up in SLytherin no matter how she suited the house. She wouldn't appreciate seeing her everyday in the common room or worse sharing a dorm with her. "And I am very curious to see where you two are going to be sorted into," She said smiling at Schuyler and not turning at Olly at all.

They were staying then. And wanted to work on their patronus charm! AHAHAHA! Can she laugh out loud. "Good luck with that," She said stifling a laugh. If her memory served her right, most of those who managed to produce a patronus either failed or sort of succeeded but their patronus was too weak that the dementors GULPED them all. Not to mention the horrid sensation that accompanies the presence of those mists. A shudder ran down her spine remembering that. She did not want to remember this now!

Cassia relaxed now, knowing that there would be no running-students on her conscious. Let's just say that Cassia wasn't Bunz's favorite student. Since that thing that happened during her third year. And the Aparecium rumor. Eeeh. Her situation wasn't the best. "So," She said hoping that they were DONE about this dying thingy. "You...guys have a favorite subject?" She asked feeling super awkward asking about casual things after discussing death and murder thanks to Olly bringing it up. Might as well end this super friendly encounter with regular topic until they parted each to a compartment or whatever.