As the last remaining quidditch team captain in Beauxbaton, Mizelea wanted to compete with the other schools. Since there won't be any use of competing with her schoolmates, as there weren't enough members. For the past few days, she's been hearing about rumors that quidditch players from Salem are challenging them for a game. Of course it was only a rumor and most of it wasn't true, if it was she'd known herself. Ignoring such news, the prefect made her way to the gardens as she'll most likely pass by through to achieve her true destination, the quidditch pitch. She wasn't exactly dressed in her gear, since it's all for the sake of practice. At the same time she hope that she can attract more interested players to join her team. Maybe after she could hold a meeting for the remaining quidditch players but it was unlikely to happen as they were no where to be found. She have heard that some transferred to different schools and it's hard enough to decided whether to accept games from different schools. There was no stress at all for her part, since it not of a bit deal to worry about either. Several students were looking at her probably wondering if they'll be accepting any offer or about the rumors that Salem wants to compete with them. Mizelea bit her tips and ignored them, though a smile still painted on her glowing face. She stopped for a moment when she noticed a boy approaching here, seemingly unknown to her.
He wasn't dressed in their uniform nor did he looked like a student from Beauxbaton, since she particularly recognize and remember everyone in the school. The stranger introduced himself and Mizzy wondered why on earth will he do that in this very day, there were only a few reason she can think of. One is that his interested, either being a friend, joining her team and the last she have no idea what to call it. She quickly raised one of her eyebrow then looked at him for a while, he wasn't that bad looking at all. Blonde and quite sturdy, "Hello Kayden." a bit of confusion in her voice. It was awkward, this is awkward, to be approached by a complete stranger who's stating his name. She didn't want to be rude or anything but she thought that it wasn't the right time to give her name. Mizzy's Texan accent swirling around her voice, some people would think she French but she's not. Though she does know the language and how to speak of it as well. Also not all students in Beauxbaton are French and only a few can really speak French, one example is Mizelea. She waited for the boy to mutter some more words, as she hoped he was just lost or something. Now isn't really a good time for her to be entertaining anyone, she could stay for a few minutes but later on she'll be needed on the pitch.