"Ceci est ridicule, Beuxbatons est une belle école, pourquoi je dois transférer je n'a pas d'idée. Je parle à peine l'anglais, s'il vous plaît, juste me permettre de finir ma scolarisation ici, après que nous pouvons transférer à London. Je souhaite seulement rester avec mes amis.." she ranted rapidly at her father, who did not speak a word of French.
"Hayden, please.. It's not my choice to do this. If I could, I'd let you stay here. The Ministry has relocated us, we have no choice," her father Henri, a French Ambassador to the Ministry of Magic, quietly consoled her.
Hayden gently sat on the corner of her bed and gazed out the window for a moment. She gave her father a slight nod and watched him exit the room out of the corner of her eye. She tried to collect herself, but the tears still came. It always seemed that as soon as she became accustomed to one school, her father's work changed. Now, with Voldemort on a new rise to power, he had been relocated, and down-shifted in the Ministry. Not only was it an insult to her family's name, but she also had to move once again.
She thought of when she had first started school, in Durmstrang. That was a hard year. Even though it was supposed to be an all-boy's school, special arrangements had been made for Hayden to attend. One girl in a sea of hundreds of rough male wizards, ranging in age from 13 to 18 was a pretty intense experience. Once she was in her second year, the saga started. She moved to Lyon, and started attending Beuxbatons. Understandably, it was a rough move. But just as she became accustomed to Beuxbatons way of life, and adjusted fairly quickly. However, halfway through her 1st year at Beuxbatons, her father was transferred back to his former position, meaning a trip back to Durmstrang. She flip-flopped between these two school for a while, until finally she was at Beuxbatons for almost a year. She had friends, a boyfriend, a life, and was perfectly comfortable in her way of life.
"So now I'm to go to England.. Oh well." Though a little tainted, she decided to go along with it. A constant nagging in the back of her mind since her childhood had often helped her through situations by picking out the positive points. The best aspect of moving was her experiences, meeting new people, new friends,
"New boys..," she though playfully. At that, she started to pack her bags. At least there was the prospect of finishing an entire year at one school, start to finish. And, she had heard many things about Hogwarts, beyond that it was the largest school of Witchcraft and Wizardry in Europe.
Her father quietly knocked at her door. At her command, he barely opened it and handed her an envelope, while quietly mumbling something and exiting again.
"Dad, please, I'm not upset anymore," but it was too late, she had scared him off with her French tangent, so their heartfelt talk about 'being strong' would just have to wait until after dinner. Not until she was halfway through packing her trunk did she realize that she would need all new robes and books for Hogwarts. Slightly taken aback by her stupidity, she spent several moments stressing over what was happening. She ripped open the envelope which she had neatly placed on her dresser, and read the requirement list. The first obstacle was how to find these books, they were in English. She was in France, they didn't sell English printed schoolbooks on Ballards Street, where she usually did all her school shopping.
She bounded down the stairs, expressed her exasperation to her father, and continued to be brutal on herself for her stupidity. Hogwarts started the next day, and she wasn't riding this 'Hogwarts Express,' she was arriving by Floo Powder. Her father wasn't moving until next week.
"Damn, I forgot all about that, Hayden. Well, I can Floo you to Diagon Alley, in London. You'll be able to find everything there, but I cannot go with you, I've got to finish up this transfer paperwork," he looked genuinely sorry, but Hayden didn't care.
"Fine, but I need to go now," she snapped. "And I need money."
"Oh, right," he sighed as he pulled a satchel of large, gold coins out of his pocket. "Spend however much you need. Or want, just make sure you have everything. You know where the Floo Powder is."
She placed the satchel on the mantle, then decided she wasn't going to this Diagon Alley looking like some common scrub. She ran up the stairs and threw on a long, black silk robe with silver trim. She brushed out her long, blonde hair and applied a small amount of make-up. Enough to make her presentable. The slid into some shoes, grabbed her purse and wand, and headed back downstairs.
"Are you going shopping, or going to a party?" her father laughed at his own joke.
"Ha, ha. Very funny, dad," and with that, she thrust a handful of Floo Powder into the fire, calmly stepped inside, and said 'Diagon Alley.'
Okay, I know this fist chapter is very boring. Please R/R so I know if I should even continue this story.. Everything's appreciated, tell me if you hate it.