<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=40004.msg2063830#msg2063830">Quote from: Rhapsody on 22-07-2009, 00:26:31</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><strong>Aimée</strong><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.</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>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.