A New Year

Carina nodded her head, taking the information in. She could see how these sweets would be useful, however there was one clear and obvious problem that presented itself to her.

"Wouldn't they be very easy to trace because of their world renowned fame?" Carina asked, looking to Adrian for an answer rather than Katerina. She didn't know what they were so she might not be able to answer the question.

Adrian looked to the annoying giggling girl and Carina followed her gaze. She considered them quietly for a few moments before shaking her head.

"There are other, better methods than a Puking Pastille." She said, smiling a little and clasping her hands behind her back. She began to hum a funeral durge.

Katerina nodded and then followed Adrian's gaze to the preppy girls. She rolled her eyes and muttered, "My ears will start bleeding if they don't shut up already. I don't understand why they need to squeal and giggle so much. . ."

Though the question wasn't directed at her, Katerina shrugged, "Perhaps they would, but it'd still be worth it. Plus, they don't seem very bright to me, maybe they wouldn't know. And even if they were, they'd only find out where they're from, not who bought them."

She smirked a bit when Carina started humming. She liked the way the girl thought, perhaps it would be good to have her on her side, as a potential ally.

Ruby watched the younger girls talk and chuckled every once in awhile. Ruby leaned against the railing and watched everyone. She closed her eyes at the gossipers and their squealing. "Ugh they need to shut their traps. Its getting on my nerves and giving me a headache."

Ruby rubbed her temples and lets her thoughts drift.

Carina agreed whole heartedly with Katerina, there really was no need to be so girly. They were all girls over here, and yet they weren't acting like that. She stopped her funeral durge and folded her arms across her chest.

"They are a disgrace to females the world over." Carina declared, narrowing her eyes at the girls.

"I never knew that laughter could be so irritating. I would say that would make me grumpy..." Carina tailed off. It was only when she was considering the girls that she realised why they annoyed her so much.

"They are like my french cousins. There is a reason we do not see them." Carina spat out, blinking quickly for a few seconds as she heard how thick her accent had just come out in her voice. They would definitly be able to tell she was German now.

"Apologies if anyone has close french family."

Adrian listened to the conversation and nodded in agreence that the girls wouldn't find out who actually bought the sweets and they seemed pretty dim, Carina then mentioned she had french cousin she disliked but as she spoke it seemed as though she had abit of a German accent, Adrian shook it off figuring it was probably just her wild imagination

" You have French relatives?, wow thats pretty cool" Adrian remarked

Carina was able to stop herself from glaring at Adrian when she said that having french relatives was 'cool'. In her opinion they were a bunch of frilly, nancy that just didn't have the Rosier blood in them. At least her english relatives had, until they were wiped out.

"I had English family too, but their branch of the tree died, for the most part. It was swallowed by the Black's." Carina added, the last thought about marriage in the English Rosier's occuring to her only after she had stated that the tree had died.

"The French family are not 'cool'. They have no fire or passion in them. The only two who do are a Florist and Sweetmaker." Carina said contemptiously. There was a reason behind why she disliked them, but that wasn't something she was going to go into. She was surprised by how much information she was giving out. At least it wasn't too personal though.

"So where do we all live outside of Durmstrang then?" Carina asked, leaving the question open for any of the other girls to answer.

Katerina raised an eyebrow at the younger girl, "Why should you apologize for speaking your mind? They're your relatives, after all. And we all know how some relatives can be a pain."

"I live in Poland," she replied shortly, not mentioning where, with who, and why. She didn't want to tell her story to anyone, especially not to three girls she'd just met.

"I have a tendency to generalise about the French nation because of my relatives. It causes some offence." Carina explained. If it wasn't for that she certainly would not have even considered making anything near close to an apology.

"Poland. Interesting." Carina commented, not really wanting to say anything more, or even feeling the need to.