Hey! This is my first HP fic. I am so excited. I particularly like this story because it is very different from the average HP fic. Hope you like it! Don't forget to review. Thanks! –ng7
Today is the day I start at Beauxbatons. I am dreading it. My sisters Victoire, Dominique, my brother Louis and the next baby all get to go to Hogwarts. When she was pregnant with Victoire, my mother, Fleur, decided that she wanted at least on child going to Beauxbatons. My father, Bill, agreed. Once Victoire was born, my father said she looked too much like a Weasley to go to Beauxbatons. He said the same about Dominique telling my mother that of course there will be another girl. When I was born I was deemed the most beautiful child, the most like a Veela, and of course I was chosen to attend the bloody academy.
My mother tells me I will be treated like a princess. I don't want to be spoiled; I want to be treated as a student, not a snobby child. That sadness increases when I hear my sister talk of Hogwarts with my cousins and aunts and uncles. When I go to Beauxbatons I will know absolutely no one and nothing about it.
"Come now Chantal, you need to hurry, the coach will be here any minute." My mother calls up the stairs in her French trill. I look at myself in the mirror one last time. I have to admit, I do like the Beauxbatons uniforms best. The color plays off nicely with my icy blue eyes and makes my silver hair glow. My favorite part is the silly hat that reminds me of the Muggle candy grandpa Weasley would give us called Hershey's Kisses. (A/N: Don't own Hershey's. :/) I twirl one lock of my angel hair around my finger then leave the room I share with Dominique to go down to wait for the coach with my family.
Dominique is in her 4 year and Victoire just finished school last year. Hogwarts starts a month later than Beauxbatons so Dominique is still here. I am very glad. I don't know how I would be able to leave without saying goodbye to my favorite sister.
"Chan, you look beautiful." Victoire coos. Her fiancé Teddy comes over and hugs me.
"Chan, you'll have a wonderful time." He tells me. I really like Teddy. I can't wait until the wedding this Christmas. I am excited to have him as my brother.
"Chan Chan, don't go!" Louis pulls on my arm.
"Louis, I will write you everyday with my new owl." Papa has a high pay job with the bank so he had enough money to get me an owl. When Victoire was in school, she and Dominique shared. It would be silly to get two owls for sisters of the same house. Luckily, I get my own owl because I go to a different school.
I turn to Mum and Papa. Mum looks as though she is about to cry. Her hands are clasped together in front of her mouth and my Papa's arm is draped over her shoulders. I run up to my Mum and try to wrap my arms around her and the baby bump.
I kiss her stomach and whisper to it, "Baby, when I get back, you will be born. I am so excited to meet you." I lift my face to my mother. She is much taller than me. "Mum, I already miss you."
"Oh Chantal, I miss you too." She kisses me on the forehead. My Papa scoops me up.
"Chantal, I don't want any letters from Madame Maxime, okay?"
"Okay Papa." He kisses me on the cheek before letting me down.
"You have to write everyday Chantal."
"Yes Mum."
"You have to write to me too!" Dominique exclaims. "I'll be at Hogwarts and I won't be able to read the letters you send to Mum and Papa."
"I don't think little Benoit will be able to fly that far everyday." (A/N: Benoit means Benedict or blessed. Also I think eggs Benedict, you know, he's a bird. ) I pet Benoit lovingly. He is a pretty barn owl and rather small.
"Mum will you send her letters to me after you read them?"
"Okay Dominique." My Mum answers exasperatedly.
I hear the beautiful sound of a French horn begin to play the Beauxbatons' anthem outside my house. I gasp. It can't be time to go already!
"Grab your bag and put Benoit in his cage. Papa will take ze trunk." My Mum orders. Papa and I run to the large coach as fast as we can. It is huge, almost as big as our cottage. When I stand in front of the door, the horn players stop, bow and open the door. A mini stair case pops out. One of the young men offers me their hand and I enter the coach with his guidance. The other man helps my father with the trunk by waving his wand and the trunk disappears. I let out another gasp.
"Where are all my clothes going?" I ask.
"To ze school. It much eazier to just send it over to ze school instead of loading it on to ze coach." I nod and continue into the coach. Before they close the door, I wave to my family one last time.
I look around. It is beautiful inside. There is a large crystal chandelier at the center. Around it are lots of comfortable looking benches covered in the same silk as what makes my dress. All the pillows on the benches have the Beauxbatons' coat of arms on it.
A man bows to me and says, "Welcome Madame."
"Am I the first one?"
"Yes Madame. Is there anyzing you would like?"
"No thank you sir." He bows and goes through some unmarked door. I sit on a bench close to the door. Not the closest though because I decide to go to one of the top benches. When I say top benches, I mean I have to climb a ladder to get there. I always thought of myself as the most adventurous of the four children. Papa would always like to take me scary places. Once my family and I went on a trip to where my Papa used to work in Egypt and I was the only kid brave enough to see the two headed mummies.
The coach jerks and we start flying. I loved it. It was a strange feeling. I have never flown myself; my Mum thought I was too young. But this is different. The only thing I can describe it as is flying in an airplane. I have never done it, but my Auntie 'Mione has and she says it is nice. Next to the bench it a little shrimp cocktail that I pick at gratefully. I love seafood.
When we land, I hear the French horns again and the doors open. I peek over the side of the bench shyly. I know they will all be in my year because my Mum told me they have to have separate coaches for every year. It would be too heavy for the flying horses to drag all the students. In enters at least 10 people. My Mum also said that I was the only one being picked up alone because we live so far away from Beauxbatons. They have meeting places for other students.
Just a few minutes later, we make another stop and in come another bunch of students. This happens 5 more times before the coach is full. I am still alone.
I hear the click of heels coming up the ladder and a small head pops up. The small girl is followed by a boy that is much taller but looks almost the same.
"Ça vous dérange si nous sommes assis ici?"
"Umm…" I have to try and recall my brief French lessons with my mum. "uh, oui?"
"Oh, you English I zee."
"Oui oui." I laugh. The two join in.
"I didn't get a chance to introduce myself and my brother. This iz Jaques, he iz my twin, and I am Mathilde."
"Nice to meet you." I hold out my hand to shake Mathilde's. I then go to Jaques and he shyly stretches out his hand. I smile at him to be nice and he blushes.
"Jack here iz a bit shy, especially around pretty girlz." That makes Jack, I guess is his nickname, blush even harder. I look at Jack's outfit. When I went to go get my supplies, I didn't have time to look at the boy's uniforms. They are black slacks with a cloak of the same material as the girl's dresses, they also where a silk tie with a white silk shirt. Seeing his outfits makes mine seem frilly and silly. (A/N: Rhyming!) "By ze way, you can call me Tilda, Mathilde takes to long to say."
"Okay." I say quietly.
"Well then, what's your name?"
"Chantal."
"I guess this makes us friends Chantal." I can't help but grin at the tan, brown haired, brown eyed twins: my friends.
Hope you like it! PLEASE review! It would make my day. Just wanted to let you know that I will probably update every other day so be ready! Love you guys –ng7