344 Be Veeling the love...

After both schools had unceremoniously left the Hogwarts group standing in the cold Professor Mcgongagall directed everyone to follow her. A brisk walk and they were streaming back into the Great Hall where Durmstrang had taken residence up at the Slytherine table and Beauxbaton's on Ravenclaw's. Reima and Ciri quickly got to their seats next to their friends on the Gryffindor table, which had Krum and the Platinum blonde haired french girl look as if they wanted to change seats. Alas it was already too late as Dumbledore had sat between the two school leaders and stood to begin his speech.

Dumbledore "Greetings! I welcome you all to our fine school and offer you all to partake in the various foods that'll be brought out, as a show of mutual respect we've increased the variety of foods that should appeal to any palate. Once this feast is over the Tournament will have officially begun!" He says before sitting backdown and entering a conversation with Karkaroff.

Suddenly many foods start appearing on the various tables, some look appetising while others do not. Reima himself stayed clear of the frogs legs as while he's not unused to eating disgusting things he'd rather not subject himself to it, though his expression as Ciri was chewing on some was a strange one.

The school seemed intent on talking to their new guessed and if that wasn't possible, talking about them. Already quite a few boys had succumb to the aura the french girl was emitting, though she was looking in Reima's direction the entire time. Krum on the other hand also had his focus on the Gryffindor table, much to the nearby Draco's chagrin.

Draco "What're you looking over there for? It's only Mudbloods and blood traitors." he scoff's.

Krum gives him the stink eye and replies, "Speak for yourself, I do not see a problem wit them."

On the Ravenclaw table Fleurs friends, or friend as she had difficulty actually finding people who weren't jealous of her nature, were asking about what's been up her skirt since they got off the carriage. She didn't, no, couldn't answer that question as she herself didn't know. She ha never felt anything like this before and if she had to describe it, it'd be like what she thought it would feel like should she ever meet a male Veela... Something that is so rare it's almost impossible to ever happen, the few times it does results in extremely magically potent people, one who the Veela covens suspect to originate from this is Merlin himself, though Britain and the other countries in the ICW dispute it almost ravenously.

Finally having enough just staring from afar she decides to take action and gracefully walks over to the Gryffindor table, on the way however she's stopped by a red head who's drool is reaching the floor, she scowls at how weak willed this man is and tries to go around him. Again he stumbles in-front of her and starts babbling out something nonsensical until a boy with green eyes, glasses and a scar on his forehead pulls him away. It seems that she was just saved by Harry Potter.

Harry looks at her apologetically under the gazes of all his class mates, "I'm sorry for Ron, he's not always in control of himself... Did you want some food or something? Maybe the Bouillabaisse?" he asks, Bouillabaisse being the only french food he now knows the name of."

She shakes her head "Non, I wish to make someone'z acquaintanze"

Harry "Ah... Ok, well please enjoy your stay in Hogwarts miss..?"

"Fleur Delacour" she says and shakes his trembling outstretched hand before walking further down the table to reach her prey-Cough, target.

"Ahem."

Reima had just started on a chicken leg when a voice interrupts him, thinking they're asking for someone else he continues and slathers it in gravy. While the table watching in shock as he completely ignores the bombshell behind him.

Fleur "Ahem!"

Reima's brows furrow, "Look if your throat is sore can you cough somewhere...Else.." his words die off as he turns around and sees what should be the Beauxbaton's Tri-Wizard champion.

Fleur who felt her face going red in indignation at being ignored slowly managed to compose herself, this was only aided at the shock she saw in his face as he saw her. Probably the only time she wanted someone to be struck by her beauty. Ciri who was next to Reima gave her and odd look and licked her lips, while yes Ciri was female but that didn't mean she couldn't appreciate a beautiful woman... That and her being Bi-sexual might have had something to do with it.

Fleur "Salut, er hello. I am Fleur Delacour, may I make your acquaintancze

Monsieur?" She asks, her nerves causing her to begin in french but eventually correcting itself.

Reima "Er, I'm Reima.... Nice to meet your Fleur."

...

Angela who's watching Ciri's reaction at this can't help but laugh at the awkwardness of the situation, it seems the french witch isn't well versed in going on the attack.

Reima ".... Er, did you need something?"

Fleur blushes, "Non, I just wanted to ask your name... W-would you be able to give me a tour of ze castle?" she slowly asks.

Reima shrugs, "Er, maybe?"

She smiles and kisses him on both cheeks before thanking him and returning to her table.