Hello all dear readers! Here is my new(est) story, Robin's Eggs. Though I have yet to come up with a new name, so..if you do favorite this, probably expect a new name sometime after the first few chapters. -nervous laugh-

ANYWAY! This story was inspired by none other than, Harry Potter! I have recently seen the last movie, and it really moved me to write my own spin off of the story! The movie was great by the way, to those who haven't seen it yet. I totally recommend it! But I'd bring some tissues if your weak hearted. I cried..

Gah! Off track! This story, is about a young girl from France, who is from the Pureblooded family of Chevalier, and attended Beauxbatons for the first 5 years of her schooling life. The father/husband is a famous wand crafter known around the world for his amazing wands and delicate carvings. The mother/wife is a stay at home mom, who loves her family of only three. The main character, is Calista. (Don't ask where I got the name from. I found it looking up names for my characters one night. And well..it stuck!) Cali has been moved from France to attend Hogwarts for the remainder of her school years from her father's suggestion. Of coarse, she didn't want to leave.

Also, I apologize for my bad french. I had to go searching for some very basic french words to add to their dialect. The accent was REALLY hard to adjust to. If it slips up anywhere, let me know and I'll fix it! Again, I tried my best with French, but..I'm learning Spanish. NOT MY CUP OF TEA. -adjusts monocle and top-hat- And also, if anything seems hard to understand, try your best. I didn't make it too hard! Also, spelling errors. My bad, I didn't get a chance to check with Harry Potter wikia all the time, so..miss spelled spells, sorry!

Though she gets an unexpected love interest, with none other than George Weasley! Now don't go commenting that "buht george is married to angelina and has kids after the movies! haow could you do thees?" Yes, I KNOW HE GETS MARRIED! But, he marries his brother's old girlfriend. It's kind of weird. So I wanted to give him a different girl, and let her presence change the story!

So..I hope you enjoy! I haven't written in awhile, so I apologize that it's so..mediocre and horrible! Sorry!

Disclaimer: I, in no way am making any money or any publicity from this fanfiction. It is purely made for entertainment, and I in no way own the characters. If I did? I'd be living in Beverly Hills drinking fru-fru drinks every night. Am I doing that? Ehhhhhhhhhhhhh no.

ON WITH THE SHOW

Calista's POV

"It seems miserable today, maman...are we going to Beauxbatons to see ze head mistress?" there was a slight edge to the 15 year old's voice. She knew of coarse that she wasn't going back to Beaubatons. Her father thought it'd be a 'great' idea for her to go to this other school in England. Hogwarts, or something silly like that. Who would name their school after a swine's skin growth? It seemed unworldly to her.

"I told you, darling, we are moving to England so you can enjoy ze new sights of this other school your father raves about." her mother, Véda responded from their kitchen, busily packing their fine china in a box of packing paper."But Maman..I love it in France! We have ze perfect view of ze Eiffle tower, and I still do not understand vhy we must speak in English. It's not like I'll speak on this 'Hogwarts' anyway. I will become ze, how they say..'hermit' of ze school, and will only stay in ze library and study. I refuse to move! I will stay in zhis mansion till I am old enough to move and live on my own!" she called back from her upstairs room, slamming the door so the whole hallway vibrated in the anger vented from the push.

Véda sighed, packing the last of their crystal glasses with the china and set the box in the grand enterance of their 3 story mansion. She had to say, she'd miss this old house, rooms that seemed endless to discover. It seemed only yesterday, she and her husband had bought this beautiful abode in hopes of having children and a stable life. She had taken to building a garden that wrapped around the back and front lawns, filled with roses and lilys or all kinds. Though she only had one daughter, Calista, she brought such flavor and excitement to her life.
Her husband had worked in a high business of wand making for years, making their family well known across Europe for his well made wands and impeccable detail and beauty he added to them. She smiled nostalgically, looking at her own wand, that her husband had hand carved from rosewood.

Waving it in 3 light circles through the air, she instructed the box to move outside and follow her in suit to be piled outside with the rest in the garden. The boxes were stacked on top of eachother, making them almost seem as a tower, then cast a spell that shrunk them down and placed them in the pockets of her apron, patting them gently to make sure they all were placed safely. Glancing down the way, taking one last longing glance at the Eiffle tower, Véda strode back into the house to collect any last minute possessions and to call her daughter down.
"'ali! It is 3:30! We must be going darling, if we are to meet your father in our new home!"

Taping the last of the boxes shut that held her clothes, statuettes, books and pencils, Calista waved her wand and cast a miniaturizing spell on them, placing the objects in the pockets of her jeans, took a last look around her room and pulled on a red hoody, making sure her silver-blonde hair was pulled out from the jacket before she strode with her nose in the air, set on ignoring her parents. The thought of moving, leaving her friends here in France made her cringe internally. She had built a life here, and she wasn't content with dropping it all for this other way of education. Cali sighed and decided to roam the corridors of her home for the last time, looking at where the portraits of her Veela grandmother once stood, and the hallways she once crawled just as a small child. It seemed unreal..moving.

Traveling down the last of the stairs into the enterance and closing the large doors, she kissed her finger tips and placed them against the wood, wishing it one last farewell. Looking forward, she saw her mother, beckoning her forward with open arms. Her hard mask had broken before it even began. Sprinting into her mothers arms, sobs wracked her torso and made her arms and legs tremble. Her maman shushed her comfortingly, and kissed her forehead. "It will be alright...it'll be a new 'dventure. Our new house is in a vast field that overlooks a lake, not far from where you will take ze train to your new 'chool. It will be alright, darling. You'll see." her maman always knew how to make her feel better, even though the nerves were still eating away at her insides. Calista released her mother from the embrace and grasped her hand, as her mother apparated them to England.

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Narrator's POV

They arrived just as her father, Guilles Chevalier, apparated to the house. He grinned happily and engulfed the ladies of his home in a warm bear hug. He stood back and waved his arm in a welcoming manor. "Welcome to our new home.." he spoke in a deep, gruff voice, though it didn't make him sound challenging or dangerous, more welcoming and fatherly. He looked at his wife and daughter, seeing Véda's pale blue eyes light up at the sight, while his daughter tried to hide her amazement with a calm stare. Truth was, their house was quite a sight to behold, standing at 4 stories with lush gardens and a beautifully scaled wire fence around it that added to it's elegance. The inside was newly renovated to fit their needs, though it only took moments in each room, Guilles took pride on his home, trying to make it perfect for his small family of 3.
"Well dears.." Guilles began, clearing his throat and angling his shoulders, making him seem taller than his 6'3" stature.

"Since 'ali is due to start school in a week, we must go shopping for 'er supplies. She needs robes, and owl to send us letters home." Cali scoffed at this and shoved her hands in her pocket. Guilles smiled and held his arm own to his daughter, who quietly placed her hand on his forearm. "Véda, if you could unpack wile I take 'ali shopping, I'll come home and prepare dinner. It won't be long." he leaned down and pecked his wife gently on the cheek, restraightening to his position and aparated from sight. Véda smiled, speaking a quiet summoning spell," Accio 'alista's boxes," which seconds later, her pocket had nine new small boxes in addition to the many before. They mustn't be too long...

Calista's POV

We had landed somewhere in a slightly rundown old town. It didn't seem rundown by how many witches and wizards traveled about the stone streets, calling for their own children to hurry and get their supplies for school. "Pére, where are we? I thought we were to shop for supplies?" Calista spoke, though barely able to hear her voice through the hundreds of people that walked around them, like they were the stone standing against a river. "We are in Diagon Alley, dear. It's here that we will purchase your supplies and possibly meet your new teachers. Maybe 'amiliar with some students." Her father spoke a bit louder, gently pulling his daughter out of the way from the endless onslaught of people, leading her into a pet store, Eeyclops Owl Emporium, where it displayed many different breeds of owls. He released her grip, letting her roam the store and look about the selection. "What 'ype of owl do I need, pére?" "Any really, dear, as long as they can mail ze letters I'm sure you will send your mother and I." Calista had to cover her lips to hide the evident giggle from her father's obvious hinting.

Cali looked through the cages, considering all her options. One owl even thought it was funny to jump out at her, talons bared. Though on self defense she whipped out her wand from her jeans pocket, loudly whispering "Stupify!" at the nasty thing. It plummeted down into it's cage, shocked, and must've passed out from impact when it hit the back of the cage. Her father had come up beside her and asked about all of the commotion, only to be ushered away from the cage before any other questions were asked. Looking down another aisle, she spotted an owl, the one that caught her eye.
It sat on it's perch, clearly sleeping and a wing over it's face. Looking down she noticed a card hanging on the bars of it's cage.

"A Western Screech owl.

Beware! Vicious!"

It must've heard her movement, for it's wing moved back to it's torso, and opened it's sleep filled eyes, the color taking her breath away. Pale grey that faded green as it progressed towards the pupil, with dark brown flecks around the pupil. "This one pére, he is ze one I 'ant." she said quietly, watching the owl slowly inspect it's future owner, hooting quietly, as if to speak it's approval. "You're sure?" came her pére's unsure response, eying the sign rather wearily.
Calista nodded and slowly opened the cage, holding her hand out for the small bird to hop onto her wrist. It's talons didn't cut her skin, gripping her gently. Further inspecting the small creature, she saw the flecks of dark brown feathers in it's gray body, along with long winding white feathery trails leading across it's back and wings. One particular speck was between it's eyes, that looked like a white diamond.

Cali smiled and nodded an affirmative. "'e is perfect..." she spoke lightly, gently stroking the top of the bird's head. Lifting her hand, she giggled at how the small owl hopped onto her head, taking it's perch there. " 'e seems to have taken a liking to you." her father spoke with a grin, now feeling more reassured that the small creature wouldn't harm his daughter, he walked in the direction of the counter they had seen when they had first entered the store.

Once he had strode far enough, Calista finally took note to the other wizards in the store, who silently stole glances at her and spoke in hushed voices. One woman spoke loud enough for her to catch certain bits of the conversation," isn't that...daughter of...famous wand maker...Chevalier..?" She turned to find two women speaking, whom she had just heard, watching her with disdainful glares. Cali stood quietly, watching the women exit the shop, still having the disapproving glares across their faces.
"So...you are the beautiful daughter of famous Guilles Chevalier, well known wand maker?" came an pompous voice from behind her. She spun on her heel, though grimacing as her owl screeched and accidentally dig it's talons against her scalp, startled. "Who wishes to address me?" she spoke, noting how her French accent made her words seem almost slurred. "Ah...so it is." the boy spoke, the one who had spoken stood 5 inches taller than her own 5'3" stature, his light platinum hair parted and combed away from his face, which made one look to his very pointed features and striking steel grey eyes. He was adorned in a solid black suit, making his body seem taller and more menacing than it already appeared to be.

"Malfoy. Draco Malfoy." he spoke in a respective, though seductive tone, gently taking her hand and brushing his lips against the skin; prompting her to flush and pull her hand away, though he took no insult to her actions. "So why would the most beautiful girl in France, be in a grungy pet store in little old England? Don't they have more pure bred and exotic owls in France?" he spoke with true curiosity, though his eyes spoke of other deeds he'd wish to carry out.

"I have recently moved here, to attend Hogwarts. 'ave you heard of the place?" Calista asked, though wordlessly wishing his eyes would stop roaming her body. "Ah yes, I attend the 'fine establishment', though I had hoped I have gone to a more…dignified academy." Draco replied, a hint of disgust evident in his voice. "It will be an interesting year..now that you have come to..grace us with your presence..though I would not go around getting too affiliated with the..scum that also walk the halls." She had noticed the flash of resentment that flashed across his pale eyes. "Stay away the Gryffindors..especially Potter and Weasley..they're nothing but trouble. Potter thinks that everyone will halt their actions and bow to his feet, and Weasley is simply a brainless buffoon." he sneered. Calista attempted to stay professional, though the topic seemed touchy.

"Ah, Draco Malfoy, I have heard much of your father and his 'usiness in ze..how they say..'Daily Profit'." came the voice of her pére, who had returned from his wild goose chase of a store clerk. "You will have to excuse my accent; only having been to England a handful of times, it's hard to brush up on my English. I see you've met my beautiful daughter, 'alista." he said, pride tangible in his voice. Calista looked up and noticed the corrupt smile on Draco's lips, his eyes still focused on hers, having to force a hard swallow to clear the bile in her throat. "Well dear, it seems that we can either apparate your dear little bird home, or we could continue to purchase your books and robes," Guilles spoke, oblivious to the lustful glances the youngest Malfoy gave his frightened daughter. "Ah, Monsier Chevalier, there is a robe shop just down the way, Madam Malkin's Robes for All Occasions, though I would recommend getting some dress robes." His voice dropped to a soft whisper, and her ears had to strain to hear what he said next. "I have heard that Hogwarts is hosting the Triwizard Cup events this year." Calista gasped, her father's brows rose to almost his hair line. "I have heard of the Triwizard Cup..it is when Beauxbatons, Durmstram and Hogwarts all come together for events..and meet at one school. Wait! That would meet that my past school mates will…be.." her thoughts whirred, when a grin broke across her face. She wouldn't be without friends this first year in Hogwarts.

"Thank you for this information . We will take this into consideration when purchasing Calista's robes and books." Her father spoke, though his voice was harder, taking a more serious demeanor, which is unexpected from his usual attitude. Gently grasping his daughter's hand, he led her out of the store, leading her towards the store with the sign that held the name of the store Draco had suggested. They entered with no problem, no one taking note of who they were, and quickly got the robe measurements and browsed the many styles of robes. Though Cali would've preferred a more trendy style, her father insisted on the basic, as to not into any trouble the first year she arrived. "Daughter..you did notice how that Malfoy boy was..eying you, correct?" her father's voice rang out after about a half an hour of browsing. It surprised her that her pére even noticed, and nodded, not knowing how to confirm it more so.

"Well…I want you to stay away from him. His father, though notably a very famous and powerful man in ze government, he is also malicious and has no concerns for anyone but himself. Honestly, how he can stand to look at himself in ze mirror is appaling.." her father continued to mumble his rant, though shortly regained his train of thought. "But that's not the point..I want you to try and avoid them at all costs. They only want to get more power..eet only concerns me that you will spend time with that boy, and he will convince you into marriage.."

"Pére..you will not have to worry about that. I have taken note of their family history, and their reactions to other wizards of not full blooded history. Though I know our ancestors were well known for being pureblooded, they never believed in less rights to others that didn't have this privilege. Magic is magic, and the person who the posses the magic is more important than the blood than runs through their veins." Guilles was taken back by his daughter's sudden wise speech, and felt his heart swell with pride. He knew his daughter was smart beyond her years, but had never told him of her opinion of the 'blood rights' that were spoken all over the tabloids. "I am..proud to hear you say that.." he said, embracing his daughter in a tight bear hug, though she felt her feet lift from the ground. "Pére! Let me down!" she cried in fright, though the giggles were evident in her voice. "Now, let's try to find you a dress. Your mother has taught me..well..many lessons on how appropriate the dress should be." Indeed his wife had given him full information on what types of dress she wanted their daughter wearing. Though the guidelines were a little more giving than what he would've allowed, he wouldn't go against his wife.

The first dress she had tried on, that they found at random, with dark red ribbon under the breasts that wrapped down the entire figure of the black base, hadn't even suit her body and earned a loud laugh from her father. Flushing, she stormed back into the dressing room and awaited her father to give her the next dress he deemed alright. The next dress, though slightly better, didn't seem right for her and clashed with her silvery blond hair. Being it yellow with dark orange embroidering across the bottom, it was a truly lovely dress, but just didn't fit her personality. They had gone through many dresses, almost eleven, when an employee at the dress shop had walked over and handed Guilles a dress and winked, saying that it would "Fit her body type, and go nicely with her hair and eyes." Though he was suspicious, he handed the dress to his awaiting daughter's hand, waiting patiently for her to slide it on.

The door of the dressing room opened, and his jaw almost dropped. The girl was right! The dress itself was a silvery blue, that had a tighter fit around the bust and a small white ribbon that tied around under the bust, from then on rippling and creasing in all the coret places till the dress ended above her knees. "That is the one." He said, and they both agreed, walking to the cashier, dress and newly made robes in hand, who smiled at their choice. They quickly paid and left, Guilles happy that it didn't show to much of his darling daughter, and Calista happy that it had a new era feel to it.

Just as quickly as they came to Diagon Alley, they left, having gotten her other supplies, quills, books and all, though the lines seemed to stretch out the door and down the street. (A.N.:Honestly I didn't want to write any other super experiences at other stores. I thought the one at the pet store was good enough. And I'm just lazy.)

It was approaching dusk when they arrived home, bags having being shrunken to more convenient sizes and stuffed into their pocket, though the owl cage had been apparated home to Véda and was placed neatly in her daughters room by the time her husband and daughter had arrived home, owl sleeping soundly on it's perch. The wafting smell of salmon and potatoes had filled the mansion, beckoning those who lived there into the kitchen for a well prepared meal. The family ate in silence, exchanging small conversation about the others events of the day, though it all seemed to slight blur to all of them.

As was the next passing week. Soon came the day that Calista was to leave the house for her first year at Hogwarts. Nervous was an understatement. Her stomach was starting to churn and her hands had began to tremble, though her mother hushed the fears away, assuring her that the school year would be amazing, and reminded her she must write. Though her parents kind of hounded her for letters and wanting to stay updated, she knew that she'd keep them as up to date as possible, wanting to keep in touch.

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"Mother, how are we to get to.." stealing a quick glance at the directions to get to the train stop, arching a brow, "platform 9 ¾ , at Kings Cross Station? There is no such thing as platform 9 ¾!" her voice was nearing deranged from the nerves. "Dear, I'm sure we can figure this out. I'm sure it's much easier than it actually seems, we just need to first find platform 9 and 10. I'm sure they have the platform hidden." Her mother's voice instantly helped, and her father's grin made her think logically. "Alright..so..," walking with a more level head, she came across platform 9 and 10. Staring quietly at both, there seemed to be a rather large pillar between them. Looking around, her eyes darted, observing other kids that had owls ontop of their carts as well, seeing how they ran towards the wall. At first she thought they were insane, knowing that the carts would hit the wall and supplies would scatter. Though to her surprise, they ran through the wall, disappearing without a trace that they had been there before. Grinning, she tugged her parents sleeves, standing feet before the pillar and began sprinting towards the wall. Her parents called, asking if she had lost her mind, but were silenced when she passed through.

Though when she passed through, she wasn't expecting a whole new platform with hundreds of thousands of people, mostly kids her age with carts and raging parents, trying to send their children onto the train. Now she understood how it was 9 ¾. Her parents had arrived just behind her, quietly observing the other parents but caught up with their own daughter, leading her to where the other parents had lead their kids, placing her possessions in another car of the train, then, at the enterence of the train, they spoke their teary goodbyes and promises of mailing letters every week.

"Maman..don't worry, I will send letters constantly. I promise you!" though her own voice was swaying, tears pricking in the corners of her eyes. Her father embraced his daughter, kissing the top of her head and quietly wishing her luck.

Stepping on board, she opened a door of a compartment, placing her carry on bag next to her on the seat, and closed the door. "Colloportus." Hearing how the door locked, she smiled, no others would try to enter. She needed this time to herself to try and collect her thoughts, as well as calm her nerves. "Focus on what maman said..if I be myself, keep my grades up, and focus in school, friends will come naturally." She thought, smiling and closing her eyes, brushing a few strands of hair from her face and casting it over her shoulder. She looked out the rather large glass windows, noting how the train was taking it's leave from the platform, and all the parents were waving their goodbyes. Propping herself on her knees, she strained to see her own parents, seeing them push their ways to the front of the crowd, waving and casting her air kisses. Their lips read "Good luck!" Though this should have given her more confidence, it only brought tears to her eyes, using one hand to cover her lips to keep in sobs, while the other waved. She didn't want to leave her beautiful France, but decided to make the best of this situation she was thrust into.

Taking her seat, she leaned against the back of the benches, letting her head loll back against the head rests. She closed her eyes, and allowed herself to drift away, blocking out the loud noises of the other kids laughing and running about. Only a few minutes must of passed, because she was rudely awoken to rasps on her compartment's door.

Propping one eye open, she noticed a girl standing outside the door. Her hair was almost as pale as hers, though had more of a brown tinge and hung down to the bend of her elbow, though having a bit more wave to it than her own. The girl's eyes held a distant gaze, though they were firmly kept on her, waiting for her to open the door. "Alohomora." Came the girls soft voice, unlocking the door and making it pop open, allowing her to take a seat across from Cali. Though Cali had firmly placed the spell, hoping no one would come in, she didn't feel threatened from this girl, her voice was light and didn't carry any malicious intent.

"Hello" she spoke, smiling wistfully and held her hand out, which Cali took as a greeting and gripped her hand, shaking it firmly. "I am Luna Lovegood. And you?" her next response was still as airy as her greeting, though it held more meaning. "I am Calista. Calista Chevalier." Calista heard her voice reply in a soft and gentle way, her lips upturning into a smile. "Ah, you are the daughter of the famous wand maker..you have no Nargles around your ears. That's good." Grinning dreamily, she pushed her hair back over her shoulders, her hands resumed their place on her knees. "I am from the Ravenclaw house. What house are you in?"

"Um..what ees a 'house'?" came Cali's reply. She hadn't known that the students were then divided into these so called houses.

"Oh! Houses are towers that students are divided into, based on their traits. Ravenclaw treasures wit and creativity. Slytherin for cunning and ambition. Hufflepuff values hard working and loyal students. While lastly, Gryffindor values bravery and nerve. It also determines how to evenly spread house points, house points by the way, determine who worked the hardest over the year, and deserves the house cup."

"I didn't know we were further divided…" Cali said quietly, feeling rather hopeless now that she had met someone who seemed very kind. "I haven't been put in a house yet..I have just moved to England and this ees my first year in 'ogwarts." Luna seemed to sense her uneasiness, placing a hand on her shoulder to offer her support. "I wouldn't worry. Where do you believe you belong?" she asked, tilting her head.

"Well…I have always been the top of my class..back in Beauxbatons..and I love to draw. I also sing.." though her words seemed lacking confidence, Luna saw the spark in her eye when she mentioned her hobbies. "You might be placed in Ravenclaw too. Since you seem creative and definitely smart." Luna replied, smiling. "I'm sure you'll do fine."

Luna's words stuck with Calista throughout the ride to Hogwarts, and they strangely soothed her thoughts.

The rest of the train ride towards Hogwarts was quiet, except for the usual odd statement from Luna about the Nargles and how her necklace seemed to deflect their actions on her. As strange as she seemed, her words were refreshing.

The train soon stopped at it's station. "All first 'ears follow 'me!" came a deep voice hollering voice. "Calista, you may need to follow Hagrid, since you haven't been sorted yet." Luna called as Cali had begin traveling with the rest of the other kids her age, following the laughs and yells. "Don't worry, I'll come with you." Calista smiled and nodded, following Luna to where the youngest years were headed, all seeming as nervous as she was when she had first boarded the train. "'Ellow! My name 's Hagrid! I am ther' game keeper, and I'll be showing you youngins to this here castle of Hogwarts!" Hagrid had to be atleast 8 feet, probably taller. His shaggy beard and hair seemed to combine into eachother, and hung over his shoulders and rested against his chest. He reminded her of headmistress Maxime, her kind attitude though strangely large body. She had been wise not to mention being any part giant, since the last student who had, had been expelled on the spot. It was sensitive to her..

The trip to Hogwarts, via boats which was extremely different from the usual white horses they rode to Beauxbatons, was oddly exciting, and having a boat to Luna and herself spared them from the first years worrying about the first year experience. Since the boats were powered by magic, no stroking of oars were needed, which gave the two girls plenty of time to chat and for Luna to brief her on the sorting process. It sounded simple, listen for your name to be called, and then have the hat placed on your head. Though, she mentioned that the hat did take opinions about what house each person would go into, it was it's ultimate decision. She had hoped she would be placed in Ravenclaw..

The first years were ushered into Hogwarts by Hagrid, and then stood, awaiting the ceremony to begin. The enterance to the castle was amazing all on it's own, the candles floating over head, which castle a nice glow about the room, as well as the stone pillars that held large curtain like material with houses' name that Luna mentioned before. Calista's head seemed to fall back to try and get the full sight of the ceiling, that seemed to have almost realistic looking twilight shaded clouds over head, with stars that twinkled and even meteors shooting across the 'sky'. "When your name is called, please come forth to be sorted into your appropriate houses. Then, leave to take your seat at the tables." Minerva McGonagall was well known about the tabloids, so her site in front of the first years wasn't a surprise. She seemed to give off an air of wisdom, though her words spoke of high respect and standards. "Agaits, Gale!" her voice rang high, and the beginning first year walked up the steps, seeming to shake as he took his seat, then had the Sorting Hat set upon his head. It had only taken seconds before it's voice was heard, having a gravely feel that made Calista jump in surprise. She hadn't known the hat would actually speak.

"Hufflepuff!"

The boy seemed revealed and took his seat at the Hufflepuff table, where he was greeted among the older students with hand shakes and slaps on the back. He was welcomed with open arms. Names were continuing to be called, and with each call, it grew nearer to her own name. Luna had left some time ago, saying that it was better for her to wait at her own table, and that she hoped for the best. Calista's nerves had already begin to resurface.

Time seemed to slow, when McGonagall called her name. "Chevalier, Calista!" A low rumble seemed to come amongst the other students, and all eyes had turned to her. She knew that her father was well known for his wands, and that her family was often caught on film and put into papers, reporting their family's vacations, and how she was the hottest bachelorette that France had seen in so many years. The title itself made her scoff.

Swallowing her nerves, she held her head high, striding as confidently up to the teacher, who smiled warmly at her and held the hat in her hands. As soon as she sat on the stool, she finally saw how many people were really in the room. She had never been one for stage fright, but all these people being her school mates, Beauxbatons had less than a quarter of what this school had as a whole!

Her thoughts were interrupted when the hat was placed upon her head. "Ahh, you are the famous daughter of Guilles Chevalier? He made a legend of the Hufflepuffs. Maybe you should continue your father's legacy?" the hat questioned, but she kept her thoughts clear, hoping the hat would notice her talents in the arts and good grades. "So..you are best academically, and have a talent for music, as well as dancing I see?" Calista blushed. She hadn't told anyone that professionally danced. "Hmm…you seem evenly split between the two..you are trust worthy, though smart and creative. The original founders would've fought over such a girl as yourself!" the hat barked out a laugh.

She only hoped she'd make it into Ravenclaw.

George's POV.

Fred and George had been more anxious to get the ceremony over than any year before. It seemed all the other Gryffindors had noticed, and tried to keep their distance from them. When they were bouncing in their seats like this, it smelt of a great prank in the works. Harry had simple rolled his eyes, Hermione trying to ignore their bouncing, even though it shook the whole table, and Ron, who just stared off into space, trying to cover up the gurgles of his stomach. Harry seemed more distracted to the red headed twins, who had stolen glances behind them. Fred had chanced a look, noticing how Cho Chang sat behind he and his brother at the Ravenclaw table. Fred looked back and noticed the two exchange smiles, and Harry's ears flush at the tops, in which Fred elbowed George. "Oi, Gred, looks like Potter has a crush on Cho Chang." he whispered to his twin. George's face turned ribbing, starting to make kissing noises to Harry, who just flushed and kept his gaze down at the gold plates that sat in front of them. Hermione on the other hand, hadn't found the remark very funny, and threatened to not help them with their potions homework that year. "Oh come off it Granger! You know you can't resist my looks and George's…personality!"

"Hey!"

George stared at his twin, mocking a pained expression. "That hurt, Forge, right here!" pointing to his heart dramatically and let his head rest against the table. Fred stared at his brother crestfallen, hitting him on the shoulder. "Oh Georgie, you know I would never do that to you! Though you have to admit, I am the better looking one." He replied, giving his best smile, that made George's sides hurt from laughing so hard.

The sorting ceremony had already started, having begun with a very nervous looking first year. "How long do you think he'll last till he wets his pants, Freddie?"

"I don't know George, I'm betting right when he sits down."

"I'm not sure, I kinda think he'll keep his bladder from exploding on impact." As thought to prove his point, he made his hand fall down against the table, making a bursting noise as if a large water balloon, prompting a few of the near by Gryffindors muffle soft snickers. The ceremony continued, though the twins were having a hard time concentrating. They needed food, since the sweets energy they had on the train was wasted, causing havoc on the train and letting small fireworks fly down the aisle and into compartments. George hadn't even noticed Fred elbowing his side, trying to get his attention from his train of thought.

"Oi, George! Look at the looker stepping up to plate! She doesn't look like a first year!" Fred said, adding an excited eyebrow waggle. "Take a look at her!" adding a wolf whistle at the end of his proclamation. George hadn't really considered girls this year, since pranks had been his mind set since he had entered Hogwarts, home of the victims of his brother's and his hilarious pranks. Shifting his brown eyes lazily up to the sorting hat, where he was met with the simple sight of the hat, then turned his gaze to the girl walking up to the seat, though he could only see her profile, his eyes widened a fraction, noticing the girl who was next to be sorted. She seemed almost his age, if not a bit younger. She carried herself proudly, making her platinum blonde hair wave with each step. Her body seemed thin, though strong enough to carry herself with such confidence, that left his mind buzzing, her skin was seemed creamy and soft to the touch. Though when she finally sat, her eyes seemed to startle him, as he jolted in his seat, prompting a stare from Fred who looked at him curiously, before quickly looking back to the girl who was being sorted Fred seemed to start making perverse comments, though George wasn't really listening, and was struck by her gaze that seemed to stare out across the Great Hall. He had gotten used to seeing his eyes, as well as his family's and friend's, all being relatively the same, either blue, brown, and a rare green. Hers, stood out from all he'd seen, seeming silver from his distance, though when he tried to lean forward and get a better look, he saw they had a robin's egg blue hue to them, making them seem paler than he had already assumed.

"Who is she?" he found himself blurting out. Hermione took note to his gaze and smiled, "Before I tell you, you may want to wipe the drool from your lip, George." He blushed and quickly wiped his mouth against the sleeve of his robes, but leaned across the table when she summed the group forward. Ron, who had gone silent from watching the beautiful girl himself, was brought back to earth by Fred, who kicked his leg from under the table. "What the bloody hell was that for?" his voice rang out across the hall, and everyone's eyes seemed to center on their little group. Fred and George smiled and assured them it was none of their concern, then focused back on Hermione. "She's Calista Chevalier. Remember when we studied wands and their makers? She's the daughter of the famous French wand maker, Guilles Chevalier! I wonder why she's here in England and not in France.." He himself wondered, though a small grin crossed his lips. Exotic. The word that came to mind. Seeing the hat settle itself on her head, it seemed to have a conversation with her, just like Harry years before, but came to a quicker decision.

"Ravenclaw!"

His heart seemed to sink a little when she was finally sorted, though his stomach re-tightened when he saw a smile grace her full pink lips, showing her equally beautiful teeth. She must be one bright lumos to land a spot in Ravenclaw. He watched as she quickly ran down to the table and took a seat to another girl, who hugged her and continued to congratulate her for being sorted, along with other welcoming smiles and words from other Ravenclaws.

The Gryffindor table seemed to watch George staring at the new girl, who had also earned quite a few other admirers from other tables. Even the Hufflepuffs and Slytherins had taken notice to the new girl, smirking to their own groups and whispering promises of obtaining such a beautiful prize.

George had to admit though, he hadn't seen any other girl who had gotten his attention like this one. It almost scared him, but he hadn't put much thought into it. One thing was for sure though.

This girl was one hell of a stunner.

First chapter done and over! Don't worry, I am not abandoning this story. I have so much pent up excitement because I have such a good storyline planned out. I'm hoping it'll connect with the war later on!

Pére:Father in French (Or atleast that's what I looked up)

Maman:Mother in French

CORRECT ME IF I'M WRONG. PLEASE

Hope you enjoyed!