Magic School? [Tag Carlos, backdated to Monday]

[entitled2hate]

Today Anouk was a little nervous. She woke early as she did every day, but instead of helping her mother at the shop, today they were going to the Magic School. Maman had talked to her about that man, the one she'd sent away, and she talked about magic and strengths and cantrips, and how she'd talked to Draco and he'd thought it would be a good

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[wardenramirez]

Carlos had been looking at the books that were in the library, heading back to his office for the appointment with Vianne and Anouk.

He saw the pair as he approached his office. "I'm Carlos Ramirez, nice to meet you."

[entitled2hate]

Vianne stepped forward with a smile and a hand to shake his. "Nice to meet you as well. I am Vianne Rocher, and this is my daughter, Anouk."

Anouk smiled, and suddenly shy did no more than mumble a greeting.

[wardenramirez]

Carlos shook her hand, feeling faint tendrils of something creeping up his arm. There definitely was something there, that reminded him of the lesser practitioners at home.

He smiled at Anouk. "Hello there. Please sit down."

[entitled2hate]

Anouk just nodded, looking at him with clear eyes, eyes that often pierced through to the soul. She was afraid, still. Afraid her magic wasn't the right kind, afraid he would just turn them away. Pantoufle was on her heels, but even more faint than usual.

She entered his office and sat next to her mother, gently shrugging off the hand Vianne put on her shoulder.