Aimée propped her chin on her left hand and idly twirled her wand between the fingers of her right.  Start-of-term announcements seemed the same, no matter what school one happened to attend.  Go here, do this, don't do this, don't go here, trips away from campus, rules, regulations, requirements.  Staff introductions.  It was all very boring, but Aimée listened anyway, and was rewarded when the bit about the Quidditch House teams was mentioned.<br/><br/>When the Headmaster finished speaking, she remained for the meal.  She pulled a slender history volume from the pocket of her robe, sliding her wand in to replace it.  She cracked it open and began to read as the food appeared in front of her.