My head lolled against Fleur's shoulder; the journey had been long. I felt a tap on my knee.
"Cinq minutes de plus?" I pleaded, yawning. When I opened my eyes, |I saw a boy with a cheeky grin standing over me, his smile wide and his eyes kind.
"You fell asleep." He told me as if I was stupid, in an accent I knew well, Irish.
"Je sais." I snapped back. "Oh, uh… I know." I told him, noticing he was a Hogwarts student. I hoped my accent wasn't too bad. His adorable smile widened. He must have been fourteen, fifteen maybe. He held out his hand and I took it, pulling myself to my feet and yawning.
"Well, merci." I smiled at him, hoping he would ignore my random bursts of French.
"Pléisiúir." He smirked back at me in some kind of weird language. I blinked several times and he laughed at my expression.
"It's Gaelic." He told me. "Irish. Well, goodnight álainn." I waved at him, still smiling gently.
The next day, I borrowed a Gaelic dictionary from the library and looked up 'álainn'. I grinned suddenly and giggled quietly… Álainn. Beautiful.