Les Feuilles Mortes [P2A]

The door closed with a click. There was a stranger in the Summer Dorms tonight.

Long blonde hair fell down her shoulders in tumbles, with bright deep eyes that seemed to meld from blue to green to blue again in the shifting light. Her uniform was white, foreign, and unfamiliar, trimmed with blue. She strode forward with a methodical elegance and grace, her hands clasped together in front of her. "Hello?" she called. Elodie's voice was as sweet and light as a song, even through her accent. "Bonsoir!"

Jacob was sitting on a couch looking over a letter when he heard someone call out to the room. Folding the letter quickly, he stood up and stuck it in his pocket, looking at the new arrival. She didn't look familiar, and that uniform she was wearing was certainly not one of this academy's. Was she from another school, or was she just someone that made certain modifications to their uniforms? Was that legal?

"Oh, hello," he waved and smiled at her. "Can I help you with something?"

The stranger smiled when she caught his eye. She took another step forward, bending her knees in a hasty curtsy. "Greetings, Monsieur," she said. When Elodie stood up straight again, she brought a hand to her mouth. "This must all seem rather abrupt; I hadn't expected this dorm to be occupied. I'm very sorry to intrude on you this evening, but your Headmaster assigned me to this dorm for the night." Elodie gave a sheepish giggle, as light and quiet as a sigh. "I hope that it isn't too much trouble. I know this must come as an unpleasant surprise."

A curtsy? Definitely not from this school. "Oh, it's not a problem. I was just caught off guard, is all. Looks like you're a Summer for tonight, then. I can help you get a feel for the dorm if you'd like." He smiled softly, wondering if he should bow. That seemed awkward, though. It was probably a thought he should've had forty-three seconds ago. "Oh, my name's Jacob, by the way. You're from a different school, I take it?"