"Introduction".

I always thought I was the daughter of Albert Morrow. A great wizard, who lived in France. He was a clever, brilliant man. I lived to see his three wives, he never told me who my mother was. He said she died, in a car-crash. She was a witch though, that much I do know. He could never settle, he married those three witches, I never liked any of them. One was mean, the other unfaithful and after his money. The last one, however was the worst. She was not mean, unfaithful and after his money, she was cruel. So my father divorced her, once he found out.

So I will tell you who I am, who I thought I was. I am Avelynn Morrow. I live in France, with my father, I am 14 years old and I go to Beauxbatons academy of Magic. Yes, I am to, a witch. I never understood why I learned so many languages growing up. I mean, come on, France. I speak fluent France, English, German, Dutch (I only curse in it, though), Latin and Greek. My father or Albert, as he wishes me to call him, said it was because he worked at the Department of International Magical Relations (A/N: you could call it a diplomat). He wants me to be a diplomagic (A/N: I couldn't find a better name, please help) too. I do not.

Good so you know who I am. My appearance are according to Albert, rather striking. I have red/brownish hair and gold/green almond shaped eyes. There's not much different about me, but one thing: I have a scar in the shape a lighting-bolt in my neck. I never knew why I had it and Albert does not wish to explain. I stopped bringing it up. No use for it anyway.

I never felt like I belonged in France or Paris. I don't like Beauxbatons as much as the other students do. I never belonged there. And as much a I love Albert, I always had the feeling he wasn´t my real father. We don't look a like at all. Not in my appearance and not in my personality. He has blond hair and blue eyes. He's calm and reserved, I am loud and love pulling 'pranks' on students. I almost got expelled for it, once or twice. Our headmistress would never dare. I do am top of my class though. I am determined and quite the skilled witch. I do not like the dark arts, but somehow, I good at it. I never understood why.

So I don't belong. I love in England though, I feel like I belong there. I don't know why. Once again, I don't know much about my life, it's a complete mystery to me. All I've got is my father, my friends and my grandfather. That's about it. I stopped asking about my mothers family. Albert doesn't answer my questions anymore.

I don't have any siblings and somehow, something is missing. Really missing.

I am writing this in a carriage. No, I am not Maxime told us (me and the other students of Beauxbatons) we're not going to follow our classes at school. We are going to Hogwarts this year. Hogwarts, school for Witchcraft and Wizardry. Draco dormiens nunquam titillandus. Never tickle a sleeping dragon. Who on earth thought that was good for the schoolspirit.I have heard much of the school. I was founded over a thousand years ago. Beauxbatons is not nearly as old.

But back to the reason why we are here. The Triwizard Tournament. It's a competition held on one school and other schools do compete as well. You have to complete 3 different tasks, no one know what they are, so you can't prepare for them. You need to be at least 17 years old, to enter the tournament. Because it's suppose to be quite dangerous. I'm not quite sure why I came along, the rest of the students are all 17 years and well, I'm not. I think it's because Madam Maxime doesn't want to leave me unattended at Beauxbatons, because according to her: 'I'm the only one how sees your true potential'. The rest thinks I'm loud, pushy and a little bit off. The strange thing is I do have my friends. Everybody knows who I am.

But back to Hogwarts. We are almost arriving so I better back my things.