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The blue silk flowed around me in light waves as I danced gracefully through the tall wooden doors. My breath was taken away when I caught sight of the ceiling, a galaxy of violet and turquoise with splatters of gleaming stars. Inside, rows of students sent pearly gasps and gleams of laughter curling through the air.
An odd assertion of people sat at the four long tables which filled the magnificent hall. I stopped occasionally, turning and extending my fingertips out. Small delicate butterflies glided out and floated over the heads of astonished students.
My long brown curls bounced playfully as the proceed of girls in front of me stopped suddenly in front of a long table that looked over the Great Hall. A wispy bearded man peered with eyes twinkling over his hazy glasses, next to him sat a pinched grey-haired women.
I turned and curtsied to the sea of students that blurred together with the occasional streak of green, red, yellow and blue. I saw the large carved doors slowly close.
The girls surrounding me hovered prettily, as our headmistress spoke soft words with Dumbledore, as we were allowed to take our seats. We elegantly strode to empty spots in between Hogwarts students.
I quickly slid into a seat that was unoccupied and turned to catch sight of my best friend, Rose.
I spotted her sleek mane of pale orange hair, giving her a nervous smile. She was perched on her seat as if ready to jump up at the slightest thing. She was sitting next to a boy with smooth glossy white hair, wearing an elegant silver-green, he was slyly looking at his friends with an cunning grin.
The doors creaked open, I swirled in my chair to see. An army of tall guys with harsh faces marched through the impressive doors, looking as though they were prepared to fight, faces roughly shaven and shadowy. They also stopped to a halt at the head table, the boy at the end of the procession flipped his way down the aisle, ending with a deep breath that sent a fiery eagle soaring through the hall.
The Hogwarts students murmured in awe.
The Durmstrang students stood deadly straight, like soldiers waiting for orders, while their headmaster spoke in a harsh English to the wizened man at the long marched their way to empty seats, and then they finally relaxed and began introducing themselves to people.
I saw Victor Krum sit further down the same table I was perched at. I always admired him, watching many of his Quidditch games.
I turned to peek at my companion. He had a gorgeous chocolate complexion, with a small buzz of black hair. I couldn't quite see his face. I turned to my other companion and was met with a beaming face, and a large hand brandished towards me.
A thick Scottish accent flowed off his tongue, "Hiya, I'm Seamus Finnigan."
I replied in halted French-tinged English.
"My n-name is Belle." I shook his hand in return and lightly pecked him on either of his cheeks. Pulling away I noticed a light blush that sweep across his cheeks. However, he quickly recovered from his shock, introducing me to my other companion.
I was met with large doe-like eyes and a wide dimpled smile. There was something enticing about this boy.
"Dean Thomas, glad to make your acquaintance." I smiled, my white teeth dazzling in the candlelight. I delicately kissed him on either cheeks, lingering slightly, before turning back to the table. Seamus returned to excitedly chatting away to his friends, while I searched through the rows of people, studying their faces.
Across from me sat a group of three, deeply engrossed in conversation. One sported a mess of black hair and glasses, the other a flame of red hair and the third had a mane of bushy hair.
The Beauxbaton always prided themselves on their hair, taking great care of it. Usually spending hours at a time, brushing until the hair was as soft as silk. It was strange to see otherwise. The red head caught me staring and I looked away shyly.
"What do you think of Hogwarts?" Dean asked me politely.
I opened my mouth to reply but was cut off with a great booming voice, heads turned towards the sound. Dumbledore was standing, his arms branched out wide, welcoming the newcomers. Candles floated around him, illuminating his face in the golden light.
His kindly voice echoed around the hall, "Your attention please. I'd like to say a few words. As you all know the Triwizard tournament is approaching and Hogwarts has had the pleasure of hosting the event. I would like to introduce the lovely Beauxbaton headmistress, Olympe Maxime and the Durmstrang headmaster, Igor Karkaroff." He paused,
Eternal Glory. That is what awaits the Student who wins the Triwiziard Tournament. But to do this the Student must survive three tasks. Three extremely dangerous tasks. To explain all this we have the Head of the Department of Inernational Magical Cooperation, Mr. Bartemus Crouch.."
A sullen looking man with sunken cheeks and tired eyes stepped out, though you could sense the authority radiating off him. He continued to explain the rules to the students waiting patiently, hanging on to every word that came from his mouth.
"-due to safety we have now made the age limit seventeen and over."
Angry protests went through the waves of people. Personally I was glad that I wasn't old enough to compete, I had read about the old Triwizard tournaments and the tasks. Even the memory of what happened was enough to make me shudder.
Dumbledore raised his hands, an eery silence fell over the room. "Now, let's get you watered and fed, and then off to bed. Enjoy." His eyes twinkled as he looked over the rows of students.
I was filled with confusion, the silver platter strewn in front of me was empty, the shiny metal gleaming under golden candlelight.
I peeked a glimpse at Seamus, who was watching me, face filled a grin.
I glanced back at the table, filled with shock. The plates were now filled to the brim with all sorts of foods. From gourmet sausages to baked rosemary potatoes. I piled my plate with spicy corn and crispy baked chicken. The people sitting across from me chuckled seeing my face in awe.
I didn't want the evening to end, it had been absolute magic. I was used to seeing divine sights and foods, but Hogwarts certainly was something else. I was growing to love the casualness of it, Beaubaxtons was beautiful, but it was cold and almost unfriendly. Hogwarts felt like home.
I looked over at Dean as he wrinkled his nose at a spear of asparagus and smiled. Home.