The insides [Hugh]

[Genevieve Duval]

Genevieve walked inside the lounge nervously, eyeing people up and down to see if there was anyone there she knew. Nope. Despite it being all full, there were no friends to be found and she sighed, feeling sheepish about it.

"We can do it, Vivian." She whispered to her little bee, the one resting on her cheek passively. She hoped no one here was afraid of them or she was going to have to leave. And there was nowhere to leave! The weather had suddenly grown cold and she just couldn't be outside anymore, not with the way she dressed. She frowned down at her flip flops, thinking maybe she should had gone shopping ages ago. Who knew America could get this cold? 

Looking around, she tried to find an empty table. No such luck. In fact, most seats were full... except one. She took a deep breath and approached. Nothing good came for those who tried nothing, right?

"Excuse moi?" She said in her thick accent, approaching the table with just one person sitting there. "I sit, yes?" She asked, her thick accent making the words funny as always. Curse her tongue, after so many months in America, she still couldn't speak properly, much less get rid of her accent. Maybe she was daft? That wasn't a nice thought when she was trying to approach someone new. 

[Hugh Murphy]

Hugh was being a nerd per usual. His Mom had kept telling him through text messages that he should make friends and be around people instead of being alone whenever possible. Of course his Mom knew him too well. Hugh is new at Hammel and hasn't met many people yet. He hated being the new kid but he wasn't unfamiliar with the feeling. Hugh had moved schools a lot when he was younger because of bullying. Hugh turned a page in him book. He was reading Ender's Game and was enjoying it. Hugh loves Science Fiction.

"Excuse moi?"

Hugh looked up from his book to see a girl who was maybe older than himself. She had a fairly noticeable accent. She must be from a different country then. Hugh does have a bit of an Minnesotan accent but he denies it.

"I sit, yes?"

"Uh... Yeah sure!" Hugh said and set his book down. He didn't really know what else to say. Hugh's not the best socially.

[Genevieve Duval]

He said yes and she beamed down at him, happily moving the chair next to him and smiling, leaning closer. He seemed young, though she didn't know if younger than herself. Boys had odd growth bursts yet some were slow at that...

"Merci!" She said excitedly and then frowned when she reminded herself inwardly that she had to speak English. "T- Thank you." She smiled awkwardly for a moment, looking around the place. It was so full. "It is- ah, crowded, no? No seats left." Crap, she didn't want him to feel like that'd been the only reason she'd approached so she tried smiling again. "Ah- Is nice meeting you." She said, trying to get over her previous comment. "My name is Genevieve. I am from Kocher... that is why the accent." And the very bad English. She added that last sentence inwardly, not wanting to appear too negative. "And this is Vivian." She added, tapping her cheek and making her little bee move up her cheek and near her temple. "She is glad to meet you too."

[Hugh Murphy]

"Merci!"

Hugh looked confused for a moment. He didn't really know any other languages. Partly because he has a lot of trouble learning other languages. Hugh does know a bit of latin but that's not very helpful. It might be the base of a lot of languages but latin is a dead language.

"T- Thank you."

"No problem." Hugh said. It is fairly crowded in here right now.

"It is- ah, crowded, no? No seats left."

Hugh nodded in response. "I didn't know it could get this busy here." Hugh said and looked around.

"Ah- Is nice meeting you."

"You too." Hugh said and smiled slightly.

"My name is Genevieve. I am from Kocher... that is why the accent."

"I'm Hugh Murphy. Kocher that's in Switzerland right?" He asked.

"And this is Vivian." 

Hugh noticed a bee on Genevieve's cheek. He tilted his head sightly. Hugh was now interested.

"She is glad to meet you too."

"That's cool!" Hugh said. He wondered what Genevieve's power must be. "Vivian that's a nice name." Hugh said but then thought that might sound stupid. "I have a hedgehog named Jawn. He likes to watch me play video games." Hugh said.

[Genevieve Duval]

Genevieve blinked in surprise at his question. She didn't know people weren't familiar with Kocher in Hammel, though it was sort of obvious... She looked down at her hands sheepishly. She'd wanted to come to Hammel because she wanted to be near her brother, so maybe if that hadn't happened she wouldn't even know about the American school. "Non." She said, shaking her head, "France." Her beautiful France. A nostalgic sigh left her. She missed the streets and the art... and the food. Not the people though. She'd found people were much nicer in America.

The French girl giggled at his compliment. "Is it not?" She said with a bright smile, "I named her when we met." The day she figured out her powers. Although it wasn't exactly the same bee, but Genevieve would never admit that to herself.

"A hedgehog!" The girl exclaimed excitedly, leaning over the table to get closer to him, "I want to see!" She said childishly, actually excited to meet the little thing. But she realised how close she was getting and she sat back on her chair, blushing slightly at her outburst. "Forgive me. I just love animals. Like my Vivian." She smiled gently as she moved the bee from her cheek and to her finger. "She has been with me for a long time. It- it is part of my power, see? Bees like me."