Does this really look like something of mine? [MAGIC ASIDE] I didn't bring anyone here. Gods, those others are bad enough, I hope you're not the start of a trend. The last thing I want are those twits from home ruining a perfectly acceptable school for magic.

[...] I suppose you're not the worst they could have chosen. [Both tolerable in terms of personality, for the most part, and totally not a threat in magical ability. Perfect.]

[Yeah, no one needs to mention Prussia.] Good. Though she's not the worst of my worries.

... Have you been here long? Seen anyone... familiar?

Hmm. [She'll save warning her about the boys for the moment. No need to convince her she's a lunatic right away.]

Not beyond practicing magic and joining in. The magic here is different than mine is back home, it's all rather odd. I'm starting to get the hang of it however.

[It seems perfectly innocent, even to the usually paranoid England. Germany is in no shape to be a threat to her, and they're recently at peace, after all.] My cold cleared up a bit once I arrived but I'm still not quite at my usual strength anyway. Must come from being so far from home. [Though England's never had the kind of physical strength America and even some of the other nations have, being much smaller.]

[Germany, if you want someone who has spent years being used to giving orders, you're looking at her. England raised an eyebrow and didn't move from her spot.] For what, may I ask?

[She can't resist letting out a brief laugh out at that.] Oh, dear, I'm not afraid of you hurting me. [She doesn't mean to be unkind but, well, she's never been good at that.] But it isn't ladylike to be so short with people, you know. [Does step forward, closer to Germany, however. She has her broom in her hands still.]

Eep! [Quickly tries to regain her composure but she wasn't expecting that at all.] Yes, yes, I am quite impressed, dear, now put me down!

[... Can't decide if that's a jab at her weight or not.] How much do you usually lift?

Hmpf. Yes, I can just feel the trust brewing between us. [Thinks it can't be much, Germany was a wreck the last time she saw her.] Never mind that now, I'm hardly your training utensil. Just go through the training with Myers and you'll be fit enough for tapping into your magic.

Well, I have been here a month already, dear. [She's not quite what Myers would deem "sufficient", but she's made progress since she got here and has the advantage of being already magically inclined.] And think of who you're talking to, really.

I suppose I could ask around for you, dear, if you really must have them, but... [Her tone and expression do soften here] Should you really be pushing yourself so much on top of the rest? Especially right off the bat.

Oh, you won't be able to stop, dear, not here. Don't worry about that. [But Germany should not be this healthy and strong even in Magnoshutatt. Sure, England had been in a bit of a state herself, but...]

By the by, dear, what year is it?