Noémie was starting to feel the strain of a bad day settle in upon her shoulders, as her fingers clasped at the clammy buttons on her coat like a lifeline. She took a deep, consoling breath in a vain attempt to push past the grumpy, irritable thoughts that were beginning to creep to the front of her mind-- just as something tapped her lightly on her shoulder.

With a little jolt, a sheet of white hair and a sharp intake of breath, Noémie spun around to see just what was about to be thrown at her. Naturally, she looked quite surprised and curious as another white-haired student stood in front of her, wearing a rabbit-eared hoodie and grey tracksuit trousers. Noémie's eyes shone with some sort of faint kinship; which only increased as she was offered some warm hot chocolate which looked not only very unhealthy but also absolutely and utterly mouth-watering. Delicately, as if handling a crystal glass, she accepted the cup with a gracious smile and a faint nod. [i]"Merci, monsieur...!"[/i] she murmured in her melodic voice.

[i]"Vous êtes une sirène aussi?"(Are you a siren too?)[/i] asked Noémie hopefully. [i]"En fait, vous ne pouvez pas probablement parler le français comme moi..."(Actually, you probably can't speak french like me...)[/i] continued Noémie, sounding a bit dismayed. Eventually, Noémie inquired hesitantly, [i]"E-...English?"[/i] after figuring out that perhaps it's the default language around the school. She held onto the steaming mug securely, as the crowd of students parted in the white-haired duo's wake.