<strong>Monica Nguyen</strong><br/><br/>The new student nodded in interest.  Different cultures had their appeal.  Of course, nearly everything was new to her at the moment.  New school . . . school period.  New people.  New experiences.<br/><br/>"I think that was the board of governors . . . or maybe it was during the time when You-Know-Who ran the Ministry.  History's never been my strong point," Monica said, neither of her parents had been particularly interested in it.  And the only history books they'd had at home were Bathilda Bagshot's, so they were well out of date.  Even closeted, she'd heard the old woman had gone starkers well before her death, probably hadn't written a new book in the decade preceeding her death.<br/><br/>"Um, for fun?  Sometimes I'd ride our hippogryph, but not too often.  There was a Muggle village nearby, we'd probably get in lots of trouble if the Muggles found out about him," she gave a faint grin, "I follow Quidditch too."  But, really, who didn't?  "And photography's a bit of a hobby.  Mostly I take pictures of plants and animals, but sometimes people too."