Ok guys, I know no one reviewed, and I'm ok with that. Prologues don't always interest people, I get it. So I'm not disheartened, it just complicates my translations. So I went ahead and asked my mother what she thought was easier. Well, I actually haven't done it yet, I'm just lazing around listening to 1D, for some odd reason. They are kind of sometimes good, but I don't creepily obsess over them. Promise. So, I'll just go ask my mom. Hehe, just kidding, I'm too lazy. For now, I'm going to put the lovely translations in italics next to the French, and at the end of the chapter. Ok? If it's not ok, please let me know. This is for you to read, and I want to know what's easiest to read. I'll take everything into consideration.

Enjoy my readers!

"Fleur! Oh mon, where 'ave you been? We 'ave been looking everywhere!"

I pulled myself from my thoughts to look at my two best friends sprinting toward me.

Susanne, who had yelled, reached me first because of her superior height over Terese, who was still stumbling ungracefully over rocks to get to me. "Fleur," Susanne breathed, her blue robes swirling around her as she sat down next to me.

"Susanne," I shot back, swinging my feet back and forth over the edge.

Susanne shot a nervous glance at the ground beneath the cliff, or where it presumably was, because clouds covered our sight of the ground below. "How can you stand the hauteur?" she muttered fearfully as Terese caught up.

Terese, panting, fell on her back beside me. I wrinkled my nose at how unladylike she acted, while Susanne winced, obviously worrying about the clumsy girl being near the edge.

"Terese, faire attention!" she warned, tucking her curly blonde hair behind her ear.

"She is fine." I snorted, turning back to the edge, uninterested.

"Fleur!" Terese finally exclaimed breathlessly.

"What?" I asked, picking at my impeccable pale blue painted nails.

"We came... To tell you... It's dinner time." she gasped, chest heaving.

"Alright." I pulled myself up gracefully, my perfect silvery blonde hair swinging as I started to walk away. "Zan let us go."

Terese groaned and got to her feet painfully, flicking her such-a-dark-brown-it-was-almost-black curls out of her face, and followed me at a trot. The shorter girl had to take two strides for every one of mine. A fretting Susanne soon caught up, muttering at how late we were going to be. I rolled my eyes. I was never late. Terese, however, was always late. 'Not this time,' I thought as we reached the Palace and headed up the marble steps and through the large glass doors. We rushed past the statues of beautiful witches and wizards in flowing robes to get to the Dining Hall. Terese stumbled through the glass doors last, following Susanna and I. The fête had already started, and my eight year old little sister Gabrielle beckoned us over to where she was sitting at the very end of one of the two tables in the hall. We slipped into the silver chairs at the end, me next to my sister and Susanna on my other side, Terese still trailing behind.

"Fleur! Où avez-vous été?" (Where have you been?) Gabrielle hissed, leaning forward to face me.

"Hey, zat is exactly what Susanna said!" Terese commented, pulling the bouillabaisse toward her.

Gabrielle gave her a very dry look that looked like it came from someone so much older. "J'étais dehors, pourquoi?" (I was out, why?) I asked, stealing the bouillabaisse from Terese.

"Vous avez raté presque Madame Maxime!" (You almost missed Madame Maxime!) Gabrielle raged, waving her arms at the front of the hall.

"Ne pas agiter vos bras, c'est inélégant." (Do not shake your arms, it is inelegant.) I told her, shoveling bouillabaisse on my plate.

She rolled her eyes before standing up abruptly, pulling her best friend Zoe up next to her. I rose gracefully as well, realizing that Madame Maxime must have arrived.

Madame Maxime strode through the two tables to the large throne like chair made of clear glass that looked like ice in the front of the hall. As soon as she sat, we sat.

Dinner went on pretty normally, with Susanne fretting about our upcoming examens finaux and Terese chatted with Gabrielle's friend Zoe, who also happened to be Terese's little sister. I was just about to ask Terese to pass more bouillabaisse, which was my favorite food, when Madame Maxime stood up. Immediately, we all fell silent. No one spoke. She walked forward from behind her table, her ivory dress brushing the ground, and adjusted her opal necklace.

"Bonsoir, mes chers élèves." (Good evening, my dear students.) she began in her rumbling voice. Everyone here spoke French. My friends and I liked English, because we could keep our conversations private and improve at speaking it. Terese and Zoe's parents had an estate in England, so she was the most advanced in English, and also the one who taught us what we knew.

"Bonsoir, madame." we all chorused back.

"Je suis sûr que vous avez tous entendu parler de l' Triwizard Tournament." (I'm sure you've all heard of the Triwizard Tournament.) she said, her voice carrying around the whole hall.

Some gasps rang around the hall. Mostly everyone had heard of it. It was legendary. Madame Maxime began to explain it for the benefit of those less educated, but most tuned her out and started to talk amongst themselves, us included.

"I am going to try to compete." Terese said immediately, pushing her dark hair out of her eyes and using English to keep our conversation private. Gabrielle's eyes narrowed in concentration as she prepared to attempt to follow the conversation with her limited English.

"I will as well." I added, picturing what I might have to face.

"Are you all...?" Susanne started out angry, but her point was lost as she wasn't sure of the English word to express her feelings.

"Beautiful?" I suggested.

"Insane?" Terese threw in.

"Zat one!" Susanne pointed at Terese. "You could be killed!"

"Aw, lighten up, Susanne." Terese said calmly, turning back to her food.

"Lighten... Up?" Susanne asked. I personally didn't understand the phrase either, but I turned my attention back to the front as Madame Maxime had finished explaining the Tournament.

"Le tournoi aura lieu à 'Ogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry à England." she said. "Seuls les seize ci-dessus peut rivaliser. Toute personne qui souhaite participer peut venir à 'Ogwarts." (The tournament will take place at 'Ogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry in England. Only sixteen and above can compete. Anyone wishing to participate can come to 'Ogwarts. )

I looked at Gabrielle, who looked devastated. I knew she had no interest in competing, but she knew I wanted to and that I would go to England. I patted her arm. She smiled weakly at me.

"Toute jeune étudiant qui a un frère plus âgé qui veut concurrencer peut nous accompagner en tant que classes continueront à 'Ogwarts." (Any young student who has an older sibling who wants to compete can accompany us as classes will continue at 'Ogwarts.) Madame Maxime continued. Gabrielle's face brightened and she hugged me happily. I grinned. My sister was like my best friend. We were extremely close.

Madame Maxime dismissed us after a few comments about how hard the Tournament was and we headed for the girls room.

In Beauxbatons, there are only two dortoirs. A girls, and a boys. We, naturally, lived in the girls. There were a whole bunch of rooms, and you could pick the one you lived in. Once a bed was claimed, no one else could claim it unless the claimer gave it up or had graduated. I shared a room with Susanne, Terese, Zoe, and Gabrielle.

When we reached our room, Gabrielle threw herself on my bed. I glared at her for a second, before rolling my eyes, sighing, and just turned away from her.

"Gabrielle, puis-je avoir mon lit arrière s'il vous plaît?" (Gabrielle can I have my bed back please?) I asked calmly, as the others started getting ready for bed.

Gabrielle sighed and heaved herself off my bed and fell immediately on her own. I chuckled, and headed for my Wardrobe to find my own chemise de nuit.

When I turned to get in my own bed, Gabrielle was curled into a ball. I reached over to tug her blankets around her, and she snuggled tighter into the covers. I smiled slightly, before climbing into my own bed, pulling my own sheets around me.

Oh mon, where 'ave you been?:

Oh my, where 'ave you been?

How can you stand the hauteur?: How can you stand the height?

Terese, faire attention!:

Terese, pay attention!

Où avez-vous été?:

Where have you been?

J'étais dehors, pourquoi?:

I was out, why?

Vous avez raté presque Madame Maxime!:

You almost missed Madame Maxime!

Ne pas agiter vos bras, c'est inélégant.:

Do not shake your arms, it is inelegant.

Bonsoir, mes chers élèves.:

Good evening, my dear students.

Bonsoir, madame.:

Good evening, ma'am.

Je suis sûr que vous avez tous entendu parler de l' Triwizard Tournament.:

I'm sure you've all heard of the Triwizard Tournament.

Le tournoi aura lieu à 'Ogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry à England. Seuls les seize ci-dessus peut rivaliser. Toute personne qui souhaite participer peut venir à 'Ogwarts.:

The tournament will take place at 'Ogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry in England. Only sixteen and above can compete. Anyone wishing to participate can come to 'Ogwarts.

Tout jeune étudiant qui a un frère plus âgé qui veut concurrencer peut nous accompagner en tant que classes continueront à 'Ogwarts.:

Any young student who has an older sibling who wants to compete can accompany us as classes will continue at 'Ogwarts.

Gabrielle, puis-je avoir mon lit arrière s'il vous plaît?:

Gabrielle can I have my bed back please?

chemise de nuit.

Night gown.

-Melissa