I went to boarding school in England, secondary, up to about lower sixth before, at this point she breaks off and it's not a sign, just a gesture, waving away 'getting kidnapped and also the fucking apocalypse' because that's not a conversation she feels like having right now, when they're talking about more harmless (sort of) subjects like travel and education.

It was all right, but very...very English. And I was used to learning in Italian. Foreign students tended to group together, but I wasn't one thing or the other because I knew a lot of the English girls anyway because of family. It wasn't bad, though. Too Catholic for my taste, that's all. You learn how to get around the dormitory rules pretty fast.

...says the former dorm prefect, yes.

After a moment, French was one of my first languages, but I'm terrible with it any more.