Hello everyone! After seeing this image of Viktor in Beauxbatons by

I was inspired to write this fic!!! Thanks for reading!!!

The Beauxbatons carriage gracefully flew over Hogwarts, giving the students inside breathtaking views of the castle. An enlargement spell had made the inside of the carriage quite large, it held several rooms, and it was quite elegantly decorated. The floor inside the smallest sitting room was a large swirling mosaic made from French oak, in the center of which held the school's coat of arms, teal in the center with golden ruffles and flowers around it. The walls were painted an elegant light teal, which was blue enough to match the student's uniforms, but green enough to have the students not blend in. The curtains were made out of a pale green silk, and were open, so everyone could see the landscape, and natural light could be let through.

Viktor was sitting in one the many gold-rimmed gilt chairs, with his head in his hand, staring out at the castle, wondering how on earth he had gotten talked into this. Hogwarts wasn't big enough to fit all of Beauxbatons, even with enlargement spells, so only a certain number of students were allowed to make the trip from France. To keep things simple, Madame Maxime had hand-picked about 30 students who were over the age of 17 she thought had the ability to win and show the dignity of the Academy. She had picked Viktor because of his incredible ice-skating skills, which was why he wasn't in the stranded Light Blue silk Beauxbatons uniform, dark blue dress shoes, blue silk pants, a blue silk shirt, a short jacket, white gloves, and a pointed blue hat. Instead, he wore a white leopard with red fabric sewn on to look like fire and enchanted ice skates, although he still wore the gloves. His long, silver hair was in a high ponytail. The reason for this was In the Academy's grand entrance, Viktor was to gracefully skate to the front of the grand hall, his skates creating a trail of ice, which would evaporate once the Academy's students had finished their display.

Viktor's only problem with coming to Hogwarts for the tournament was he didn't want to be the Champion for Beauxbatons. Madame Maxine was making everyone who came enter into the tournament. She seemed to have complete faith that every single one of her students COULD be the champion, while Viktor had complete faith that if by some chance in hell he was selected, he would absolutely FAIL. He was an amazing skater and the top Male skater in the world, but in the classroom, he stumbled. To say that he wasn't good in school would be the understatement of the year, the only reason Viktor had not flunked out of school was because of his talent on the ice. He held 3 world records, one for highest score ever in the short program, another for the same feat in the free skate, and achieving the lowest score on the E.D.S's(Examens des sorciers, the French equivalent of O.W.L.'s, but taken in the Hogwarts equivalent of 6th year, not 7th)In Beauxbatons History. Because of this, he didn't have many friends and was the only one in the sitting room.

Some people thought his lack of success in academics was because he had a short attention span when he was working on something he didn't like. Others would point out the fact that Viktor dedicated more time to skating than studying. After all, how many times had he fallen asleep in first class because he spent the night in the ice rink? There were even quiet whispers that he was a squib. But Viktor knew that wasn't true. He, didn't really think he was as bad at schoolwork as his grades showed, but they were so bad because he often felt pressured to prioritize skating over schoolwork because Madame Maxine had thought it was a good idea to make Viktor a star, to keep up Beauxbatons's reputation, and just push his schoolwork under the rug. Viktor didn't agree with that, but he was only 18, and there was no way he could stand up to Madame Maxime. Literally, she was 2 entire feet taller than him.

Hogwarts castle wasn't as elegant as the Place of Beauxbatons, but Viktor liked it. It felt more freeing because as elegant as the Chateau was, the large lake surrounding Hogwarts made it seem more open, unlike the stuffy, claustrophobic feeling the Pyrenees motions gave Beauxbatons. As the carriage dipped down, Viktor held on to his seat, trying not to tip over.

BUMP!

"What was that?" Viktor tentatively asked, jumping out of his seat and backing up a step

"Nothing!" A little voice called back. Viktor shook his head in disbelief, it couldn't be, yet sounded like his 5-year-old brother. He turned his head toward the direction of the bump and voice, and when he saw that cabinet door was slightly ajar, he wasn't sure if he should be surprised or upset.

"Yurio, I know you're in there! Come out!" Viktor called. And out from the cabinet emerged a tiny boy with a blonde bowl cut.

"I didn't wanna go to school without you!" Yuri pouted. Crossing his arms and sitting on another chair, his plan thwarted.

"It is your first year! Trust me, you don't want to mess this up, You need to go back!" Viktor command. There aren't very strict rules about underage magic in France, so at Beauxbatons, there is a primary school, where kids learn more important things like reading and math, with a little bit of magic, and a secondary school, which is much more like Hogwarts.

"NO!"

"Well! Umm, I need to go!" Viktor burst, hoping he didn't sound to flustered because he had no idea how to handle this kind of situation. And besides, they were about to land, so he needed to get off anyway. "I'm telling Headmistress!" Viktor shouted on his way out, as Yurio stayed in his gilt chair and continued to fume.