If somebody asked Ileana what she thought of Hogwarts so far, the answer would be a complete and blatant lie. "It's fine," she'd say with a short smile that purposefully didn't quite reach her eyes, nodding her head. But that wasn't the case at all - no, Hogwarts wasn't just fine. It was amazing and she had loved every single moment she had experienced over the last 48 hours.

Sauntering into the Great Hall, her hips swinging and her 'too short to be proper' skirt swishing around her thighs with each step, Ileana gave a small five fingered wave to her brother Constantin who was sat at the Slytherin table, looking like he'd sucked a lemon (much to her delight), before sliding onto the Gryffindor bench.

She had only reached across the table to grab a piece of toast - unfortunately not țară pâine, just... white bread - when she heard the first years talking beside her. "Do you think she's related to the Headmaster and the Ancient Runes Professor? She has the last name as them." Normally, being referred to as 'related to such and such' got on her nerves, but today was a different story and giddiness swelled up inside of Ileana because she had been waiting for days for this opportunity to arrive.

Flicking her blonde hair over her shoulder, Ileana cleared her throat until the first year turned to look at her, apparently surprised she could: a) understand them and b) she had heard them. "Do you know, little ones, that it's rude to talk about someone that's in the same room?" she began, her face taking on the sternest expression she could muster. "I'll have you know that a lot of people in Romania have the last name 'Dascălu.' It's the equivalent of the surname Smith or Jones." Speaking of which, she must have met at least 20 of those in the last two days. "Perhaps you should keep that in mind lest a dragon pays a visit of the school - did you know they're awfully protective of us Romanian folk? I'm afraid if they hear you making such ignorant comments, they'll have no choice but to swoop you."

It was a struggle not giggling at the horrified expressions cast over the first year's faces, but Ileana managed to keep it in - at least until they scurried away, saying they had to get to class. Grinning, she winked at the pretty blue-haired girl sitting across the table before taking a bite of toast. "Can you pass me something to put on this? Surprise me. I like surprises," she said, lips still twitching.