It was a Thursday morning, Lydie and Reine had eaten breakfast earlier than most and were now packing their trunks, ignoring the dirty looks they were getting from the rest of the girls in the fourth year dormitory. It was a school-known fact that the non-identical twins were the smartest in their year, so no one found it to be a surprise when they were selected by the Headmistress to join the Beauxbatons delegation at the Triwizard Tournament at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, even if though they weren't old enough to compete. However, it was a highly-prized opportunity that many wanted dearly, and since it had been announced that Lydie and Reine had won it, they had been receiving the cold shoulder from most of the lower school.

The dormitory housed all forty-eight fourth year girls. It was a long room with two rows of beds against the walls. Students slept in alphabetical order with their trunks at the foot of their beds and they each had a night stand and a small wardrobe to hang their clothing in. There were two sets of double doors at either end of the room, one set which led to the bathroom, another which led to the sitting room and the rest of the school.

Lydie and Reine were of the same height and had the same hair colour (red) and face shape, however their eyes were different colours (Lydie had brown eyes, while Reine had blue) and Lydie's hair was straight but Reine's was quite bushy.

Once they were sure they were done, they adjusted their uniform and then left the dormitory with their trunks in hand and made their way to the Entrance Hall where Madam Maxime, the Headmistress, Madam Delacour, one of the Housemistresses, and some of the older members of the delegation were waiting and chatting amongst themselves.

Once the remaining four girls arrived, the delegation was lead to an extremely large carriage pulled by a dozen winged horses. Everyone climbed on board and put their trunks down before having a good look around. The ceiling was very high, obviously to accommodate Madame Maxime's height, and around the room there were sofas and armchairs as well as a fireplace and bookshelves on one of the walls.

'We will arrive at Hogwarts at six o'clock, this evening.' Madam Maxime announced in French, before disappearing behind a door with Mademoiselle Delacour, that no one had noticed before then. The students then dispersed into the room and busied themselves with other things.

On arriving at Hogwarts that evening, the girls from Beauxbatons were ushered into the Great Hall along with the delegation from Durmstrang, they were receiving a lot of attention from the Hogwarts students. Professor Longbottom, the Deputy-Headmaster led them to stand in two groups, the Beauxbatons students stood to the right of the stage and Durmstrang to the left. The Hogwarts students sat down at four tables, everyone with a blue hood on their black robes went to the table nearest the Beauxbatons, all those with red hoods on the next table along, all those with green hoods to the table nearest the Durmstang students and all those with yellow hoods to the table left over.

Madam Maxime greeted the Hogwarts Headmistress, Professor Abercrombie and the Durmstrang Headmaster, Professor Antonov, while Mademoiselle Delacour was speaking to two people, one woman who looked not dissimilar to herself, Lydie assumed that they were sisters as she remembered the Housemistress mentioning having a sister who now lived in England, and another man who was quite tall with messy black hair and round glasses. It seemed that these two people were not normally around as many of the Hogwarts students were pointing at them. Another man who was tall and thin with a sallow skin tone stood nearby, but he didn't take much part in their conversation.

After a few minutes all the adults sat down at the staff table, except for Professor Longbottom, who stood beside a stool with an old hat sitting upon it, and Professor Abercrombie who began to speak.

'Good Evening!' The room fell silent, 'I hope you have all had a pleasant day of lessons and that you have worked up an appetite! However, before we begin our wonderful feast, I must introduce our guests. First from Beauxbatons Academy of Magic, Headmistress Madam Maxime, Housemistress Mademoiselle Delacour and their students!' A short round of applause followed. 'From the Durmstrang Institute, Headmaster Antonov and his students,' more applause, 'and three of the champions of the previous Triwizard Tournament, Viktor Krum, Fleur Weasley and Harry Potter,' even more applause, this time much louder.

'This year, students from visiting schools will be placed in one of our houses, Gryffindor for the brave and daring, Ravenclaw for the witty and intelligent, Hufflepuff for the loyal and patient and Slytherin for the ambitious and the resourceful,' Professor sprout announced before looking from the Beauxbatons girls to the Durmstrang boys, 'you will take lessons with your house, eat with your house and sleep in your house dormitories, it will be your home for your year here, much like it is for our regular students. Professor Longbottom.' He gestured to the man who was standing by the stool and the hat, now holding an unrolled scroll, and he began to read.

'From Beauxbatons, Abel, Isabelle! Come up here, please!' Isabelle, a tall sixth year with long brown hair tied in a ribbon, detached herself from the group and walked up to the stage. She sat on the stool and put on the hat, which thought for a moment, before sorting her into Ravenclaw.

'De Sauveterre, Lydie!' Lydie walked up to the stage and sat down on the stool.

'GRYFFINDOR!' The hat yelled. Lily took it off and joined the table with students with red hoods. She looked back up at the staff table and saw the man with scruffy black hair and glasses looking at her, somewhat sadly.

'De Sauveterre, Reine!' Lydie looked at her twin who was now sitting on the stool, wearing the hat. Reine was sorted into Gryffindor, too, and she joined Lydie at the table. When Lydie looked back at the man, he was talking to Fleur.

The sorting soon ended; the only people having paid attention were the visiting students and the teachers. There were three Beauxbatons students in Gryffindor (Lydie, Reine and a girl called Annabelle St Martin); two in Hufflepuff (Clarisse Yount and Elodie Voclain) and the rest were in Ravenclaw. For Durmstang, six were in Slytherin, four in Gryffindor and two in Ravenclaw. After another announcement about timetables being handed out in the morning, the feast began. Mounds of food appeared on the tables and everyone began to eat.

Lydie opted for a small bowl of pumpkin soup, as well as some chicken salad, Reine had chicken soup with some vegetables, although this was a fraction of what was on offer. There were platters filled with sausages and potatoes, huge roasted birds sat on silver plates up and down the tables with about two metres between each one. Lydie thought it was a bit much, she wondered how most of the students stayed in shape with all this food on offer every evening, she quietly voiced this thought to her sister, who was sitting next to her, although it needn't have been done quietly, what with all of the chatting and probable lack of French speakers that would take offence.

The three Beauxbatons girls that had been sorted into Gryffindor chatted. Lydie and Reine knew Annabelle St Martin vaguely from their previous encounters in the library (even by Beauxbatons standards they were in there a lot) and all three of them were surprised to have been put in Gryffindor, but they didn't question it.

Lydie looked up at the staff table again to see the man with the glasses looking at her again, with the same sad look upon his face. She turned to the Hogwarts boy who was sitting next to her as asked:

'Who is that man?'

The boy looked around at her. By the expression on his face, Lydie knew that he had missed part of the question.

'Who is that man? The one sitting next to Fleur Weasley with the glasses. Is he Viktor Krum or Harry Potter?' Lydie enquired again.

'Him? That's Harry Potter, won the last tournament.' He explained.

'Oh, cool, I have heard of him,' Lydie nodded. 'By the way, I'm Lydie and this is my twin sister Reine.' Lydie told him, elbowing Reine to get her attention. Reine waved then returned to her soup. Albus looked sad for a moment but regained his smile within a second. 'And you?'

'I'm Albus Potter.' Albus expected her jaw to drop or her expression to change to one of excitement, but it didn't.

'So that's your Dad up there?' Lydie simply asked and Albus nodded. He was pleased that someone hadn't minded that Harry Potter was his father. It was a nice change from the constant hassle he got when he introduced himself to new people. 'Do you have any siblings?'

'Yeah, that's my brother James, over there.' He pointed at a boy a few people down with the same black, messy hair as Albus and Harry. Albus turned back to Lydie, he seemed to want to say more but didn't. 'Most of my cousins are here, actually.' He said with a laugh.

'Really? That's cool. Which ones are they?'

'Well, that one is Hugo.' Albus said, pointing at a small-ish boy. 'Those two are Roxanne and Lucy,' he gestured towards two girls who were chatting to each other, 'Fred,' a boy who was sitting opposite James, 'Molly,' she was talking to a blond haired boy, 'and Louis.' He pointed at the blonde haired boy who Molly was talking to; he shared some resemblance to both Fleur and Madam Delacour. 'Louis has two older sisters as well, Victoire and Dominique, but they've both left school.' Lydie noticed that most of the cousins, save Louis, shared the same red hair, which was not dissimilar to her own and Reine's.

'Those are very French names.' Lydie replied, smiling.

'Yeah, Aunt Fleur insisted that they all had French names.' He pointed to Fleur Weasley at the staff table, who was deep in conversation with Mademoiselle Delcaour.

'I see. So she is your aunt?' Albus nodded. 'So are you related to Viktor Krum as well, then?' Lydie asked jokingly.

'No. But my Uncle Ron said that he and my Aunt Hermione were a couple for a few months during her fourth year.' Albus explained, utterly serious. Lydie laughed.

'Seriously?'

'Yep.'

'Wow, your family is really... something.' Lydie replied, smiling. They laughed together for a while.

'What's your family like?' Albus asked. Lydie pursed her lips.

'It's alright. I rarely see anything of my mother, she is never around when Reine and I are home during the summer and our father left years ago. I don't remember him, really.'

'Oh, I'm sorry.'

'Don't be. Reine and I rarely go home, anyway. We prefer it at school. The only time we go home is for a couple of weeks at the beginning of August, which is when the school is closed.'

'You only have a two week summer holiday?' Albus was shocked.

'No, no. Our summer holiday lasts for two and a half months but the school only fully closes for two weeks.'

'I see... So are you putting your name in for the tournament?' Albus asked. Lydie shook her head.

'No, I'm not old enough. There were two places for younger students to attend the Tournament to get a chance at studying in another country, Reine and I were the ones selected to go.'

'Cool.' Albus smiled.

At that point, dessert appeared on the table and everyone tucked in.

Later that evening, Lydie and Reine were sitting in the corner of the Gryffindor common room chatting quietly in French, Lydie twirled her blue, felt hat between her fingers while rose fiddled with the ribbons on her satin shawl. Annabelle had stayed downstairs, as had all of the students aged over seventeen from all three schools (Lydie assumed it had something to do with the tournament), so she hadn't come to the common room yet. All around there were people doing homework, talking and playing games. Lydie and Reine were just about to go and search for their room when Albus came over.

'Hi,' He said, 'my cousins and I are going to have a Gobstones tournament, do you want to join us?' Lydie and Reine exchanged glances then nodded and followed Albus over to a group of people sitting on the floor around a Gobstones board. 'Guys, this is Lydie and Reine De Sauveterre.' He introduced the girls to his cousins. After a round of smiling, waving and saying hello, Albus sat down and Lydie and Reine followed suit.

After a very amusing game of Gobstones (whereby Louis, James and Fred got covered in foul smelling, purple liquid) it was nine o'clock. Lydie and Reine had learned a lot about the family (apparently their Christmases were rather legendary) and were pleased to have made some friends. They had just stood up to leave when Annabelle swept through the portrait hole and dragged them towards a staircase and began climbing. The twins followed her as they climbed up more stairs than they could count; passing doors that labelled the dormitories behind them as those belonging to the first to seventh year Gryffindor girls. Eventually they reached the top of the stairs and found themselves in front of a door that read:

'Gryffindor sorted Beauxbatons Pupils:

Lydie De Sauveterre
Reine De Sauveterre
Annabelle St Martin'

They went through it and found themselves in a circular room with three mahogany beds with red hangings. There were three wardrobes and their pale blue Beauxbatons trunks were sitting at the end of the beds, in stark contrast to the rest of the room which was dark red and brown.

'What was that about? We were just about to leave anyway!' Reine asked.

'Sorry; Madame Maxime's orders. She wants us all in our rooms by half-past nine. She mentioned something about being up early tomorrow morning for breakfast, to make a good impression.' Annabelle replied.

'Oh, okay,' agreed Lydie, as she pulled her nightclothes from her trunk. 'What was the meeting for?'

'We were putting our names in for the Tournament. All of the Durmstrang boys entered as well as all of us and about ten Hogwarts students.'

'Cool! When to they announce the champions?' Reine enquired.

'Tomorrow at dinner,' Annabelle told them. She then yawned and picked up her satchel from on top of her trunk, removing a book on Charms then sitting down on her bed to read. Reine took her wash-bag from her trunk and disappeared into the adjacent bathroom; Lydie went, too, as soon as she had finished changing.