<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=40004.msg2074975#msg2074975">Quote from: Vandren on 26-07-2009, 05:23:32</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">A young man sat down across from Aimée, an advanced book of alchemy in hand.  He gave her a brief smile, having noted that she'd perked up when Quidditch tryouts were mentioned.  Obviously he was in her dorm, since he was at the table.  At a guess from his physique, he probably played some sport, likely Quidditch.  With his build he could possibly be a beater, maybe a chaser.<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>Her eyes flicked upwards occasionally as she turned the page of the book.  Goddard's history of the vampire clan wars were not so engrossing that she did not notice the rather nice build of her table-mate, or the smile he'd given her after the mention of Quidditch by the Headmaster.<br/><br/>"<em>Allo</em>," she said eventually with a brief smile of her own.  It was perhaps a trifle more informal a greeting than her mother would have given, but they were to be housemates, were they not?