Written for Hogwarts' Around the World Event: Bangladesh - Setting: Beauxbatons.
Word count: 236
Beauxbatons
Beauxbatons was truly as amazing as Fleur had lead Gabrielle to believe. After seeing Hogwarts and how magical that castle was — though maybe part of the charm stemmed from all the excitement of the Tri-Wizard Tournament, of being chosen as a hostage for her sister and ultimately rescued by Harry Potter.
That had been almost like a fairytale come true, and she had wondered since then how Beauxbatons could ever rival with its British counterpart.
She shouldn't have worried. Hogwarts' dreary dark walls have nothing on Beauxbatons' bleached white walls, on its luminous halls where charmed windows make the sunlight glow golden.
Her first impression of Hogwarts was that it looked like a castle from a fairytale, and she wasn't wrong — but Beauxbatons does too, and even more than that, it looks like something that stepped out a dream.
If this were a fairytale, Hogwarts would be the abandoned castle the heroes took refuge in for the night, or it'd be the evil sorceress' lair. Beauxbatons, however, would be the home people longed to return to; it would be the king and queen's castle the prince and princess married in at the end of their journey.
And the climate was far kinder than Scotland's too, which cemented it in Gabrielle's mind: Hogwarts was a nice enough place to visit, but to live in?
Oh, to live in Gabrielle would take Beauxbatons any day.
