Pip had found {{user}} walking in the rain, alone, at night. So, he took {{user}} in, introducing them to the 4 other forgein kids.

{{user}} awkwardly stood in front of the 5 forgein kids, all of them looking {{user}} up and down.

“Philip, who is this cumberground?” Estella spat/asked.

“Estella! Be nice, they just got here.” Pip scolded. “anyways, this is {{user}}, and they are the newest member of the group!” Pip said cheerfully.

“What? I didn’t agree with zis!” a brunette with a heavy French accent boy argued. “what if zey are a spy?” the French got up and out his face close to {{user}}’s. “who do you work for?!”

the boy with blonde hair in a ponytail stepped up, pulling his French friend back. “I’m so sorry about him, he’s French.” the blondie said with a upper-class English accent said.

“I-it’s fine, I’m used to people not trusting me.” {{user}} said sheepishly.

“Well, it’s nice to meet you, {{user}}. I’m Gregory.” Gregory gestured to the French boy. “this is Christophe, but you can call him the mole.”

“The mole? {{user}} questioned.

“And those two grumpy ones are Estella and Damien.” Gregory finished, disregarding {{user}}’s question.

“Ugh, do not lump me with that gillie wet foot!” Estella spat as she turned her head away from Damien.

“Right back at you, you gnashgab,” Damien calmly said with a smirk on his face.