Chère Maman,
Je m'excuse de ne pas avoir écrit depuis un mois!
J'ai reçu ton cadeau ce matin. Quelle surprise! J'adore l'écharpe et les bonbons bien sûr!
J'ai des nouvelles à t'annoncer, Poudlard est très différent de Beauxbatons!
Pour commencer il ya des garçons. Beaucoup de garçons.
Durmstrang est la troisième école du tournoi.
Je n'ai pas vu Daniel. Il peut arriver après Noël comme les autres filles de Beauxbatons.
J'espère que grand-mère et grand-père sont bien.
Je t'aime xx
Ta fille, Rosabella.
The Owlery was a circular stone room, which was rather cold and drafty because none of the windows had glass in them. The floor was entirely covered in straw, owl droppings, and the regurgitated skeletons of mice and voles. Hundreds upon hundreds of owls of every breed imaginable were nestled here on perches that rose right up to the top of the tower, nearly all of them asleep. Rosabella spotted Jax watching her, he was nestled between a barn owl and a tawny, and she quietly hurried over. She placed the baby blue envelope inside Jax's beak, watching carefully as he ruffled his feathers excitedly.
Rosabella turned on her heel watching as Jax flew out of the tower. The constant dreary wet weather had made the concrete steps much of a hazard, something Rosabella hadn't been anticipating when she descended onto the first step. The young girl's heels slipped on the wet surface, causing her to fly backwards uncontrollably, she shut her eyes waiting to hit the ground. Instead, Rosabella landed in the capable arms of a stranger, a stranger who steadily carried her to the bottom step. Rosabella brushed down her dress, feeling her feet return to the ground, "Thank you," Rosabella breathed, surveying her saviour's appearance. He was a tall tanned boy with a muscular build. He had high cheekbones, long slanting eyes, and was dressed in green Hogwarts robes.
"Anytime," He grinned broadly, "You could have had quite the fall,"
Rosabella tucked the now loose strand of hair behind her ear, "Yeah," she nodded, quite flustered.
"Blaise," He introduced, holding his hand out for her gently.
"Rosie," Rosabella smiled shaking his hand, looking into his chocolate brown eyes, "Thank you, I mean it,"
Blaise gave a solemn nod, "Well, I best be off, I believe we all have meetings with our respective houses or headmistress in your case, quite soon," He smiled, carefully reascending the Owlery staircase.
Rosabella gave a small nod, "Right,"
"Be careful," He chuckled, turning back to face her, before disappearing around the corner, swiftly posting his letter.
Blaise wandered into the Slytherin common room, running his fingers along the rough stone walls, still smirking as he passed the numerous green lamps hanging on their chains. An acid green fire was crackling under the elaborate black marble mantelpiece as Draco sprawled himself across a moss green button-tufted, velvet sofa, "Why do you look so happy?" Draco snapped at his friend, miserably.
"Oh, you know just saved one of the Beauxbatons girl's life," He sighed, reliving her gorgeous smile.
Blaise took a seat across from Draco, "What did she look like?" Draco questioned hastily, eagerly sitting up on the velvet sofa.
"Uh," Blaise stuttered, confused by his friend's sudden interest, "Blonde, incredible sapphire eyes, beautiful smile," Blaise stated, "She has to be one of the third years we were talking about, the other night,"
Draco stood abruptly, "Did you get her name?" Draco asked, pacing around the cold atmosphere of the Slytherin common room.
Blaise nodded, "Yeah-"
"What is it?" Draco unconsciously cut his friend off, sounding more than a little desperate.
"Rosie," Blaise answered tentatively, "Are you, okay lad? You seem a little tense," Blaise focused on Draco's irregular behaviour, as his calm demeanour slipped.
"Yeah," Draco nodded, dismissing Blaise's question-loaded gaze, "I have to go." Draco rushed towards the stairs.
"Snape called the meeting, though," Blaise called up to his friend, "We're supposed to be there in 5 minutes,"
"Whatever, Blaise," Draco dismissed. "Rosie. Could it really be his sister?" As the rest of Slytherin waited in the common room for their house meeting, Draco remained in his dormitory alone, staring into the green light the black lake emitted through the glass.
Dear mother,
Thank you for the sweets. I hope to see you and father at the first task as I would like to discuss a peculiarity regarding a student. I hope you and father are both well.
- Draco
Draco sighed, rising to his feet, hearing the sweet sound of silence from the common room.
"What was the meeting about?" Draco asked Blaise as he walked down the stone stairs, towards the black leather sofas. "I thought I heard our daft headmaster at one point," Draco sneered, leaning against the low backs.
Blaise gave a nod, opening his potions textbook, "He came around talking about pre-task performances," Draco snorted at the thought, "Yeah, quite pointless I agree,"
"What does he think we are? Dancing Leprechauns" Draco laughed, clearly amused.
Blaise agreed, turning a page in his potion book, "Besides apart from those strange musical enthused fifth years, and the odd students from other years, there isn't a point in even introducing it,"
"Do you reckon you'll see that girl again?" Draco asked curiously, fidgeting with the parchment letter between his fingers.
"Probably," Blaise smirked down at his textbook, "I might see her later today, why?" Blaise asked, scribbling down notes for his essay.
"I-I ah, I just," Draco mumbled, and Blaise took the hint.
"I'll put a good word in for you," Blaise laughed at his friend's unusual awkward stature, "I'm going to study in the library, though," Blaise stood to gather his textbooks.
"Thanks, Blaise," Draco nodded, as his friend left the common room silently.
"I'm sorry to disturb you all from your meeting, but I would like to inform you of the openings we have for our pre-task performances," Dumbledore announced, standing next to Madame Maxime. "We are wanting to incorporate more students into the tournament, there will be vocal, instrumental and dance positions available," Dumbledore told the Beauxbatons students, seated in rows."Please see, Madame Maxime to sign up. I thank you for your attention," Dumbledore finished exiting the room.
"You two should do eh routine together," Fleur bounced excitedly, earning numerous agreeing nods from those surrounding her.
Gabrielle and Rosabella smiled at each other, "That is eh wonderful idea, Miss Delacour," Madame Maxime bellowed, agreeing with her student.
Margaux turned around from her seat beside Fleur, "Eh Rosabella you should sing with us," The seventh-year offered politely.
"Eh, Jamais!" Rosabella forced, "Je ne vais pas chante!"
The girls around her sighed, "Eh but you have to! Tu est incroyable." Gabrielle complained, growing agitated.
"Gabrielle," Rosabella groaned, growing increasingly irritated, "I won't,"
Margaux giggled evilly, "Eh Madame Maxime," she smiled, gathering the attention of their half-giant headmistress, "Rosabella should perform with the choir at the first task, Madame," Margaux suggested hopefully, much to Rosabella's dismay.
"Ah, what eh wonderful idea, Margaux," The tall woman agreed, wondering closer to the group of students, "And eh solo, too,"
"Oui, Oui, Madame," Margaux and Fleur giggled hysterically. "Eh we will make it the best performance,"
"Ah Gabrielle et Rosabella, I will get the older girls to teach eh new routine for the performance," Madame Maxime informed her two younger students, "Les acrobaties?" She questioned, looking down at the two girls.
"Oui, Madame, les acrobaties," Rosabella nodded eagerly with Gabrielle, it was their favourite type of dance to perform as a duet.
"Eh this is so exciting," Gabrielle enthused, dancing around their temporary common area. "We have to start practising tomorrow," She giggled breathlessly.
"Yes, that is a wonderful idea," Rosabella agreed, grabbing her bag from underneath her seat, "I'll catch up with later, Gabrielle, I have to finish a paper,"
Rosabella entered the enormous school library; tens of thousands of books; thousands of shelves; hundreds of narrow rows, seemed to surround the staggering footprint. The young girl walked through finding an empty desk next to the window, between two ceiling-high bookshelves. Rosabella quietly hummed to 'Wannabe Witch' as she finished up the last of her potions essay on the properties of Moonstone.
"You have a beautiful voice," a deep and strangely familiar voice startled her from behind.
"Blaise?" Rosabella identified, turning around in her chair to face him. "And definitely not," Rosabella retorted, attempting to hide the blood rushing to her cheeks.
"You should sing at the first task," Blaise suggested, leaning against the desk behind her, "How are you liking Hogwarts?" Blaise questioned, creating a general conversation as his mind flooded with thoughts that she actually looked similar to Draco to a certain extent, which weirded him out.
"It's very different to Beauxbatons in France. It's a lot warmer, that's for sure," Rosabella laughed lightly, thinking about how cold Scotland got during the fall and winter months "I enjoy attending a girl's school, but I guess it will be very interesting to change it up for a year,"
Blaise gave a sly chuckle, "Yes, I can imagine it would be quite different to Hogwarts," Rosabella nodded, "Do you live in France?" Blaise asked studying her features more closely than before.
"Oh no," Rosabella smiled at the thought, "I live in London, with my family," Rosabella giggled, fidgeting with her papers awkwardly.
"You have such an adorable laugh," Blaise complemented each movement reminding him greatly of Draco's little sister.
"Thank you," Rosabella smiled embarrassed, the colour flooding to her cheeks once more. "Who do you hang out with here?" Rosabella asked, flipping the questions onto Blaise.
Blaise itched his head casually, "I'm acquainted with all the Slytherin fourth years, but my best mate is Draco Malfoy," Blaise added, mentioning Draco into the conversation as naturally as possible. Blaise watched as Rosabella hesitated slightly, unable to find words. "What's wrong?"
"I've met Draco," Rosabella answered, finding her voice again, "Piece of work that one, no offence," Rosabella groaned, clearly irritated.
"What he do this time?" Blaise hesitantly inquired.
"I accidently bumped into him in one of the hallways... I apologised but he snapped … which then followed with some phrases I'd like to leave in the past." Rosabella finished, closing up her textbooks.
"Don't judge him too fast," Blaise defended, causing her to look up from the desk, "He's quick to snap, trust me I know… but once you meet the real him, you'll understand that he's just has a lot of expectations to live up too,"
"Okay," Rosabella sighed, still somewhat unconvinced, "I have to go but maybe I'll see you around," Rosabella smiled, packing the last of her things into her bag.
"He's a good person," Blaise reassured, as she walked past him. Rosabella gave him a nod, before turning back around, "I'll see you around," Blaise farewelled, as she disappeared down one of the narrow rows.
Blaise returned to his own study table down the hall, noticing that Draco had joined on the opposite desk, "Blaise," Draco greeted his friend, clearly still distracted.
"Hey Draco," Blaise returned sitting back in his chair, looking through his own potions work. "I saw Rosie, just before," Blaise whispered, as Crabbe and Goyle unknowingly passed them, clearly searching for Draco.
"You did?" Draco asked rather impatiently.
"Yes," Blaise nodded, "She does look similar to your sister, Draco … Is that why you've been so tense lately?" He questioned.
Draco looked down at his feet, stifling a small nod, "Yeah."
"Have you told your parents yet?"
Draco shook his head, "I just told them, I wanted to talk before the task next week,"
"Yeah, that's probably a smart move," Blaise agreed, stacking up his books, "You have to be sure of it first before anyone does anything slightly irrational..." Blaise trailed off, remembering the last time the Malfoy's thought they'd found their daughter, they'd bombarded the young girl, who had to be obliviated when they realised it wasn't her.
"I know," Draco groaned at the horrible memory. "Let's just head to dinner, I'm starving," Draco announced, collecting his own books. The pair walked out of the library towards the Great Hall, his minions still possibly lost inside the labyrinth.
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Translations
Chère Maman,
Je m'excuse de ne pas avoir écrit depuis un mois! J'ai reçu ton cadeau ce matin.
Quelle surprise! J'adore l'écharpe et les bonbons bien sûr! J'ai des nouvelles à t'annoncer, Pouillard est très différent de Beauxbatons!
Pour commencer il ya des garçons. Beaucoup de garçons.
Durmstrang est la troisième école du tournoi. Je n'ai pas vu Daniel.
Il peut arriver après Noël comme les autres filles de Beauxbatons.
J'espère que grand-mère et grand-père sont bien.
Je t'aime xx
Ta fille, Rosabella.
Dear Mum,
I'm sorry I haven't written for a month.
I got your present this morning. What a surprise! I love the scarf and the sweets of course!
I'm writing to tell you that Hogwarts is very different to Beauxbatons.
To begin there are boys. Many boys.
Durmstrang is the third school in the tournament. I haven't seen Daniel around. He may arrive after Christmas like the other Beauxbaton girls.
I hope grandma and grandpa are well.
I love you xx
Your daughter,
Rosabella.
