The massive blimp of Salem was still visible up by the Hogwarts castle, and Bennett wasn't sure what to make of this place so far. It was quaint and pretty and rustic and all those other scenic postcard words; but this whole thing was bringing back memories of the RenFaires he'd gotten dragged to last summer. At least no one had danced by in a jester suit. Yet. And there weren't any young ladies in rabbit fur bikinis.

Sadly. That would have been pretty awesome, he had to admit.

The time shift wasn't easy to get used to, either. The other Europeans could grumble all they wanted, but the fact it was noon when his body was telling him it was 4am was going to take some getting used to. At least they didn't expect them to be going to class until they'd had time to get used to it. And at least the Americans hadn't had to learn a new language - he couldn't imagine trying to learn his senior-year subjects in French or something. That would have sucked.

The food wasn't bad, though, even if it was kind of heavy. He sat at one of the many tables, chewing on... something. He wasn't sure what it was, but it tasted good. Some kind of pie with meat in it. He'd been handed it at the buffet and he was hungry enough to try it.

Watching the crowd was its own sort of entertainment, he had to admit. There was a cultural clash - polite or not-so-polite - every few meters. Most of it seemed to be issues with translation, admittedly, but it was entertaining in its own way. And the Beauxbatons girls were cute. It was kind of a pity he didn't speak a word of French.

He stretched, thrusting his legs out in an effort to pop his knees - and not seeing the person who promptly tripped over them.

"Oh, sorry," he said, swallowing the mouthful of meat pie before he extended his hand to help them up. "Didn't see you."