Second Floor Common Room, Sunday Evening

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A trip in to town to see about exchanging money had led to the discovery of a post office. Remembering his discussion with Stacey yesterday, he'd decided on a whim to check it out, and had been assured that, yes, despite the time difference, any letters he wrote would reach home. After all the strangeness at the welcome picnic, he'd been inclined to believe it.

And so he was in the common room, writing a half-dozen dispatches to various people back home to assure them that he was, in fact, alive and well. Just not where he'd expected to be. Once he finished those letters, he figured he could check out the television, since his previous experience with the device had been rather brief.

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"Yes, that's true," Anna agreed as she chose a seat and took it. "Are you one of the new students?"

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"I am, yes," Ulrik nodded. "My name is Ulrik. What gave it away?"

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Anna shrugged. "I just haven't seen you around before." Not that that was a guarantee, as Anna wasn't exactly a social butterfly, but, "It's a small school. Even if you don't know people you do see them around."

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"I'll take your word for it on the size of the school," Ulrik said. "Until now all I've had is private tutors, so I'm afraid there's no basis of comparison for me."

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"Private tutors?" Anna asked, raising one eyebrow. "Where are you from?"

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"The city of Hillerød, in Denmark," Ulrik explained.

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Anna didn't suppose telling him her parents were from Finland would be terribly relevant, since they were completely different countries, but it did come briefly to mind. He might notice her accent, but then he might not. It was kind of faint.

She was about to ask him something about the tutoring again when she realized, "Oh! I'm sorry, I completely forgot to--I'm Anna."

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Ulrik knew a bit of Finnish! ...Absolutely none of which was the sort of language a gentleman would utter in the company of a lady.

"I am glad I have something else to call you besides, apparently, 'Sneaky'," Ulrik teased lightly.

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"Well, it's not my fault if you weren't paying attention," Anna said, a bit defensive. "Whatever you're writing must have distracted you." And not at all the part where she really did make no noise. She swore.

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"I meant no disrespect," Ulrik said, noting the change in tone. "Being able to move so quietly is a skill that many people would envy."

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"It's not really a skill," Anna hedged.

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"Something that just comes naturally, then?"

It wasn't like he had much experience with ghosts. Or any idea that Anna was one.

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"Yes," Anna said. "Maybe you're just used to being around very loud people." Or people who at least breathed.

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"You're not wrong," Ulrik had to admit.