Rain (Sydney)

[doodle]

Blaize too entertained similar thoughts, he never knew how to talk to anyone, not even his own family, even that sometimes was difficult. It was still well beyond him that Sydney was even talking to him, a pretty (most likely popular), French girl. When he was a socially awkward, clumsy, not-well liked, British boy. "Been liking your classes so far?" asked Blaize, and then instantly felt stupid. Been liking your classes? Could you sound any more retarded? Blaize thought to himself.

[chances]

Sydney looked over at Blaize. She nodded. "Yes. They aren't exactly the ettiqute classes we took at Beauxbatons, but they certainly are less strict." She replied. When she had first came here it was awful, but she learned to be flexible. Plus, she had more freedom to do what she pleased.

[doodle]

Etiquette classes? Blaize did not think that Beauxbatons would suit him very well at all, he was the clumsiest thing on the planet, sure he was polite, but Blaize would not be able to handle the uptight, formal atmosphere the place was bound to conjure. "Well, that's good," said Blaize.