[color=6ecff6]Mieux vaut régner en enfer , que de servir dans le ciel. I guess that is ze way of the Archfiends.[/color] the French boy shrugged. A bit of Milton works well here. After all, they did rise to serve their cruel overlord. But betray only hurts when it is revealed, not when it festers and rots silently in the relationship. That being said, a new girl appeared out of the blue, well not quite blue, but from down the hallway as she introduced herself in a rather excited manner as Camryn. This happened just as Zacharie was leaving, standing by the doorway and bidding Ben his good night, for the good knight? Anyways casting that thought into the back of his mind and focusing on the new girl who, seemed plain enough, although exotically coloured compared to Zacharie and Ben who were as white as European bread, the inside mind you not the outside. Her English skills however were far more fluent than Zacharie's as he still peppered in his French and drew quite a noticeable accent in his pronunciations.

[color=6ecff6]"un plaisir mademoiselle,"[/color] giving the girl a bit of a nod, [color=6ecff6]"I was just leaving 'ere so, um, I may 'ave to leave you 'ere with ze charmant monsieur Carson..."[/color] Zacharie seemed a bit shy, blushing visibly as he looked back at Ben, who had taken the lead to introduce both of them, taking control of his apostles one by one as he gathered up a bunch of members to his club. [color=6ecff6]"And uh, I would love to be part of your Team Ben. Merci pour l'offre.  Mon père was concerned that I would not make any friends and bury myself in my books but..."[/color] Oh Zacharie, what did you just get yourself into? Your face is turning redder as you go now. He felt rather odd, not uncomfortable, but certainly like a boiling frog. Something was getting to him, under the collar maybe? His nerves were betraying his usually calm demeanor as the girl appeared and made herself into the wheelbarrow. [color=6ecff6]"Anyways, I should go and... Well, Bonsoir Ben, Bonsoir mademoiselle!"[/color]

And with that, Zacharie quickly fled the scene which gripped him so. Well not so quickly as to be rude, but certainly enough to disappear from the end of the Wind hall. His room in sight, a bastion and sanctuary for his mind, and perhaps now emotions as he hurried along his way. He collapsed onto his bed, not even bothering to take a shower given that pretty had that done thanks to Ben, which lead to this rather nice meeting, despite the tail bit. What would tomorrow bring? He wondered as he turned to his side and picked up his book, picking it up right where he left off before nodding off to his dreams.