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Lena hadn't come to the Golden Thestral in many, many months. The last time she had come here, Phillie was still alive, and that was a long while ago. So many things had happened since then, it was almost unreal.

She fiddled aimlessly with her jug of butterbeer, not exactly sure what to do.

Quinn walked into the shop. She was never here before so it was nice to try something new. Quinn ordered her drink and waited. When it was finally done she walked to try and find a seat. She walked over to a girl who looked at least a year older then her. "Hi, do you mind if I sit here" Quinn asked looking at the girl who looked like she was in her own little world.

Lena looked up, and she smiled when a brunette said she wanted to sit near her. "Of course," she replied, sounding rather grateful, and she was, "why not?" Something tugged in her heart that

She took a sip of Butterbeer, and realized exactly where she had seen her before. "Hey," she added, "do the words 'strippers' and 'French bar mean anything to you?"

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* Words in italics were spoken in French.

Quinn smiled and took the seat across from her. Quinn took a sip of her drink and looked at the girl. "I'm Quinn, Quinn Mikaelson" Quinn told her. Quinn heard her speak French and smiled. "Yes they do, I knew you looked familiar" She said in French.

Quinn looked around at the place and saw that it looked really nice, she had to admit this place was really nice. She was glad she decided to come here.

Lena exhaled, a smile forming on her face. "Makes a lotta sense," she nodded, "I knew you looked pretty familiar too! I just couldn't remember where..."

The Uchitel took a sip of Butterbeer and pursed her lips, trying to find a suitable topic to make small talk out of. "So, you go to Beauxbatons, right?" she asked, ignoring the rumble of her stomach, "what is it like, going there?"

Quinn took a sip of her drink and listened to the girl speaking French to her. Quinn had to admit it was almost like what any French person would sound like. Quinn nodded. "Yeah, same here. You looked familiar but didn't no until you said something" Quinn said to her.

Quinn watched her take a drink and then looked like she was thinking of something. She then started to listen to her when she talked. "Yes and by your accent you go to Durmstrang" Quinn said. She had a friend that went there, Alora. "It's fun, the classes are awesome and fun, there are a lot of hot boys there. Some of the teachers are a little out there but it's great" Quinn said to her. "What about your school" Quinn asked her. "I didn't quite catch your name" Quinn told her.