[color=7ea7d8][h1][center]|BLEU DELACROIX|[/center][/h1][/color]

Bleu nearly jumped out of her seat when a handsome Asian boy approached her, her hand slipping from where it gripped her forehead and her head, losing its support, nearly colliding with the table.

[color=6ecff6]“Huh?”[/color] She muttered blearily before she completely understood his words. Smiling easily, despite the tiredness in her eyes, she nodded, [color=6ecff6]“Ah, yes.”[/color]

Bleu experienced a whiplash of sorts when he launched into talking, perhaps even creating an amazing monologue, but she didn’t understand a thing. Her mind was moving too slow and his mouth moving too fast. Smiling and nodding, Bleu laid a gentle hand on his forearm and made a motion, her hand fluttering in an upwards motion as she took in a deep breath, [color=6ecff6]“Breathe.”[/color] She joked.

Waiting for a beat of silence, Bleu then said, [color=6ecff6]“Yes, I am a transfer student. I come from Beauxbatons. What is your name?”[/color]

Almost as if the universe was against her receiving the aforementioned name, a man that looked as if he should be on the front cover of Vogue appeared and interrupted. However, he also happened to shout the Asian boy’s name and Bleu smiled happily. Smiling brightly, Bleu reached out her hand to shake his and crowed, [color=6ecff6]“Hi, I’m Bleu!”[/color]

Luck has it, before anything could happen, they had to sit in their seats and watch the hat sorting. Bleu herself had been sorted over the summer, something about her fitting in? Bleu wasn’t paying attention; she was staring out the window at the time. And like so, Bleu didn’t pay much attention when the first years were sorted, but instead clapped when she saw everyone else clapping and cheering when she saw everybody else cheer.

Headmistress Reynolds took the stage and Bleu had to prevent herself from scowling – she didn’t quite like this headmistress with her brevity and shortness. Sometimes, Shakespeare, brevity is [i]not[/i] the soul of wit. Sometimes it’s just down-right annoying. Despite her thoughts, when the Headmistress finished, she clapped.

[color=6ecff6]“Should we go to our dorms now?”[/color] Bleu asked once she saw everyone getting up and did as well. She lingered, waiting for Damien and the mystery boy.