A/N: Okay, so I was just about to post this and accidentally deleted it! Ergh!

Anyway, I'm back with book two! Hope you enjoy this one as much as you did the last! And, if you haven't stumbled across my Esme Morris series before, I'd suggest reading the first book, Esme Morris and the Invisible Arrow.

Enjoy, and HP doesn't belong to me!

And without further ado, I give you...

Chapter One

That Polnied Girl

Esme Morris is not, in any way, shape or form, your usual girl. After all, no witch could be, right? For Esme Morris is indeed a witch, one of the many things about this girl that are not visible on the surface.

But on this summer's day in mid August, she did indeed feel like an ordinary girl; she was sat in the park with her friend Jeremy Fisher, waiting to meet his new friends, the Polnied twins, for the very first time. She wasn't exactly nervous, as Esme isn't the type of girl who gets nervous, but she was certainly anticipating the moment they would meet.

It was around ten past two in the afternoon, as she held out a packet of chewing gum to Jeremy. "Want one?" she asked, chewing her own; Jeremy obliged and took one. Esme put it in her pocket as the Polnied's came around the corner and entered the park gates. Esme gulped.

She knew they were her own age, but they looked much older. They wore cool, up-to-date clothes and tacky jewellery; the girl's fiery ginger curls were held up in an elegant style. Esme glanced at Jeremy, wondering how he had come to be friends with these two copper-haired people, who seemed like celebs off TV.

"Ah, you must be Esme!" called the girl, extending her a hand. "Jeremy's told us about you- I'm Angelina Polnied, pleased to meet you." The greeting wasn't what Esme had expected. Angelina had a warm voice, with an odd mixture of a cockney and French accent. But she seemed nice, and that was enough for Esme.

"Pleased to meet you too!" she replied, smiling.

"Oh, I'm Brendon, by the way; Brendon Polnied," her brother introduced. As Esme greeted him, her eyes strayed past him to a girl who had entered the park at the same time as the twins. She looked to be about their age, with silvery-blonde hair and sapphire-blue eyes. She was reading a battered leather book, which Esme recognised; The Standard Book of Spells, Grade Two. She frowned, as did Angelina; she had followed Esme's gaze.

"Oh, don't mind Aimee," she said carelessly in her oddly-accented voice. "She's our cousin; she's staying for the holidays. She's a bit strange, to be honest; Mum just made us bring her to get her out the house. All she ever does is sit in her room reading her spellbooks all day."

Esme, however, didn't answer; her heart was hammering in her chest. This was her chance to meet another witch outside of school, and a French witch no less. "Excuse me," she said to the twins and Jeremy, and walked over to sit on the bench beside the girl, who's eyes didn't stray from the page.

"Hi," Esme ventured, and the girl looked up.

"'Ello," she said in a French-accented voice.

"I'm Esme Morris," Esme offered her name. "Are you a witch, too?"

The girl nodded, and smiled. She put down her book and turned to look at Esme. "I'm Aimee Polnied," she said. "Nice to meet you, Esme."

"The muggles are your cousins?" Esme asked, and Aimee nodded.

"Yes; my magic comes from my mother's side. My uncle iz my Dad's brother, you zee, so when I'm 'ere it feels as if I'm ze only witch in the world. What about you?"

"I'm muggle-born," Esme said. "What school do you go to?"

"Beauxbatons," Aimee said with a grin. "'ave you 'eard what'z taking place at Beauxbaton's zis year?"

"No," said Esme in surprise, "What?"

"Ze Triwizard Tournament, zats what!" Aimee said. Seeing Esme's puzzled expression, she clapped her hands. "You 'aven't heard of it? Why, it is famous! It's a friendly competition between the three biggest European schools of wizardry- zat's 'Ogwarts, Durmstrang and Beauxbatons- so zat we can make friends and see who's ze best! I vould enter, but only sixth and seventh years can. Too bad you vont be allowed to come and visit Beauxbatons; it really iz a beautiful place. You zee, ve're right on top of zis cliff, overlooking ze sea. And beneath us iz zis cove, and ze beach opens right out of it... yes, beautiful!"

Esme smiled sadly. "It's a shame, isn't it? I'd love to come and see your school, plus it would give me a chance to practise my French."

"You zpeak French? Tu parlor francais?" Aimee asked in excitement.

"Oui!" Esme agreed, and her original reason for coming to the park slipped her mind completely. That evening, she went home, buzzing with excitement.

That Polnied girl is awesome! she thought. Then, Zat Polnied girl iz awezome! in a French-accented voice.

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A/N: That last part is Esme being silly, like the twelve-year-old she is!

And, just to let you know, my French accents are bad. Like, really bad. So if it seems too English or too heavily laid on, that's why. Just try to ignore it best you can :p

As for pre-written chapters, I'm up to about chapter seventeen on this story. The chapters will hopefully be a little longer and more detailed. Hopefully.

Anyway, until next time,

-Invisi