Entering [OPEN TO ALL]

[Elise Marandet]

The Great Oak Doors opened to reveal to her the Great Hall of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardy. Elise was surprised by the number of students of both genders. She was so use to her all girl school.

Elise followed her Headmistress and the other girls to their table where they were to sit as the Headmistress of Hogwarts spoke of the new Triwizard Tournament that was to be taking place. A smile was on her face as she was greeted by the humble students from Hogwarts, however..some Slytherins weren't so Humble.

[Mitchell Andrew Roth]

“Oi…Mitch,” His housemate Sigmund Corner nudged him in the ribs and nodded towards the Great Hall doors. In swooped two lines of the most attractive girls he had seen all year. “The Beauxbaton girls. Here for the Tournament,” Mitchell turned around in his seat, his long limbs sprawled in the center of the aisle as he watched the girls file in. Holy cow…[//I] He thought as he ran a hand through his dark blonde hair.

Mitch, along with the other Slytherin males whooped and hollered for the girls while the other, less interesting students just smiled and waved, or mumbled a “hello there“. That wasn‘t Mitch‘s style. He liked being loud. He smiled charmingly over at the Beauxbaton girls at their table and waved a hand in greeting before shooting a glare at the Gryffindors.

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[Elise Marandet]

Elise saw one boy from the Slytherin table hooting and hollering at them. "Ah, oui." She waved polietly and flashed him her brillant smile. "Garcons..." (boys) She giggled.

She was use to the boys in Frace whistling at them, but they had never recieved this much attention. She giggled at them and could feel herself start to blush.

[Sorry it's so short, my muse is a bit down]

[Mitchell Andrew Roth]

(It‘s alrighty)

Mitch arched his brows at the girl who smiled at him. They don‘t make them here….though…pretty damn close. He thought as he stood up and brushed imaginary dust off of his sleeves. How he hated the school robes, he couldn’t wait to get out of the school next year, but until then.

He sauntered over to the French girls table and smiled. Thank God for home tutors… He thought with a sly smile as he approached the one who had smiled at him. He could feel the eyes of the others on his back, but he enjoyed attention. “Bonjour Manquer, Accueillir à notre école (Hello Miss, welcome to our school)” He said, smiling as he took her hand and kissed her knuckles lightly. Boy he was hamming it up wasn‘t he?

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[Elise Marandet]

Elise giggled as the boy kissed her knuckles. "Ah Monsieur, merci beaucoup." (Ah Mister, thank you very much) Several of the other girls were a bit upset by them not recieving attention while others giggled.

[Mitchell Andrew Roth]

Mitchell smiled sweetly at this blonde girl. This is what he lived for because as everyone says, attention whores are so insecure. THAT my friends didn’t even begin to describe this Slytherin, he wasn’t insecure about anything. “ Mon nom est Mitchell (My name is Mitchell)” He said, with an incline of his head towards the other girls. No need to get jealous.. He thought with a mental roll of his eyes. “Quel est votre nom ?”(What‘s your name?) He asked.

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[Elise Marandet]

Elise smiled at him. "Bonjour Mitchell, mon nom est Elise." (I think you got this one figured out -lol-)

She smiled at him and cocked her head to the side a bit, biting her lower lip. "Parlez-vous l'anglais?" (Do you speak English?)

[Mitchell Andrew Roth]

Mitchell crossed his arms over his chest and smiled, but French wasn‘t his first language, it was his mother‘s but not his sadly. He ran a hand through his hair, trying to figure out how to salvage the contact with Elise, Woo now he knew her name at least.

"Parlez-vous l'anglais?" (Do you speak English?)

Oh thank Merlin! He thought with a grin as he nodded. “Oh I speak English rather fluently thank you, love.” He said with the usual flirtatious smile that was always plastered on his face. “I was just breaking the ice by speaking French,” He explained with a grin.

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[Elise Marandet]

Elise smiled at what he said, he was so cute. "Ah...I see. My English is rather...a beet bad...sorry." *I'm gonna try to type like how she would sound, if that doesn't go well, we shall all pretend*

She smiled at him. "So...are you going to be in zee tournement?"

[Mitchell Andrew Roth]

Mitch arched an eyebrow at her and chuckled. “Your English is really good!” He complimented, though he was telling the truth. He glanced around at the other girls, but kept his attention on the one in front of him. “Mind if I sit down?” He asked, and it seemed that the girl next to Elise understood because she scooted over a little for him. He however didn‘t take the seat yet.

“Haha, I wish, I haven‘t signed up yet, but I might.” He said with a shrug. Mitch wanted so very much to join the other champions, it would be the ultimate attention getting event of the year!

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[Elise Marandet]

She smiled at him, "Merci Mitchell!" She was glad that someone who spoke English as their first language thought hers was well. She saw his eyes drift, but remain on her for the most part...this made her smile even more.

"Oh, oui, please sit..." She scooted over and rested her elbow on the table top, her chin rested in the palm of her hand. Her headmistress would be very displeased with her, but of well. "I weesh I could sign up, but alas...I am only seexteen." She pouted her pink lips.

[Mitchell Andrew Roth]

“No problem El,” Mitch said, already having a nickname for her. “I hope my French was okay, I mean haven‘t spoken it in a while.” He said, rubbing the back of his neck. His tutor quit when he was fifteen, something about Mitch trying to torture him with questions or something daft like that.

He let himself slide into the seat next to her, his elbows on the table behind him, which is how he usually sat. “Ahh, I remember my sixth year. But that‘s a different story.” He said with a chuckle. “I could sign up if I wanted to since I‘m seventeen, but I don‘t know if I could make it to the end.” He explained with a small shrug. “What do you think?”

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[Elise Marandet]

She looked him up and down. "Well...." She gave him a lingering look before answering him. Oh yeah, they taught them how to be teases. She bit her lower lip. "You seem to be very...strong for zee age of seventeen. I zink you can do it, but I would be..." She sighed deeply, her shoulders and bosom heaving with the sigh. "I would be very upset if you were to be hurt badly in zis."

[Mitchell Andrew Roth]

Mitch liked this girl. Are all girls in France like this? He thought as he glanced at her, and I do mean all of her. “Awww well it means a lot that someone would care if I died in a maze or something.” He said, flexing his muscles, just so that she could see who she was sitting next to. “Not that strong…but strong enough.” He said, smiling brilliantly. “I know this is rather forward, but would you like to…I don‘t know go for dinner sometime?”

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[Elise Marandet]

At the mention of the maze, her heart quickened. The last time there was a maze, an innocent poor died...

She smiled at him, slowly blinking. "Hmm...dinner wis you? Hmmm..." Her gaze sweeped over him to the other girl beside him, who was nodding. "Well...if you insist...zeen, oui!"