another flashback...
Gabrielle Delacour was gazing at everything in awe and amazement. Hogwarts was unlike any place she had ever gone to. First, the ceiling mirrors what the weather was outside, and it amazes her to no end.
"Fleur, look," she said pointing at the lightning bolts that were leaping above. Rain was pouring from the clouds, but would dissipate long before it hits the students.
Fleur was scanning the Great Hall for somebody. She asked a student seated next to her, a Gryffindor named Ronald Weasley.
"Excusez-moi, monsieur," she asked. "Do you know 'Arry Potter?"
Ron was openly staring at her with his mouth open, and was taken aback with her question.
"Ah... erm... uhm...," he said, struggling to make an impression on the foreign girl. A dark-haired boy with emerald-green eyes turned his head towards the two and opened his mouth to speak when The Headmaster spoke first.
"Today, we welcome two noble institutions of magical learning to our humble castle. First is the Beauxbaton Academie...," said Dumbledore as he addressed the whole school about the three institutions of learning and why they were gathered together.
Gabrielle was mimicking and making faces at Dumbledore during his speech, Fleur's uncontrolled, albeit willowy laughter was heard by everybody.
After the speech given by Dumbledore, the feast began. Fleur had asked again the red-headed Gryffindor, now to pass some bouillabaisse. She was somewhat annoyed at the boy, since he was looking at her dreamily.
"Fleur, I think you have an admirer here," Gabrielle teased in French. Her older sister only nudged her with an elbow and continued to eat. However, the food is pretending to be French.
"Look, Fleur, he is still looking at you," Gabrielle giggled.
Fleur looked at the boy again and answered her sister, "He would never become a part of life, ever. After this tournament, I will not see him ever again."
Gabrielle just shrugged, her eyes wandering as she ate.
The students are fascinating, she thought, as she scanned everybody. When she scanned the Gryffindor table, she saw a dark-haired boy with beautiful emerald-green eyes turn towards her. She swore to herself that she have never seen so beautiful eyes before.
"So, what do you think of Hogwarts?" Madame Maxime asked her student, Fleur Delacour. They were already settled in and were about to sleep, having been given rooms in Ravenclaw Tower by Professor Dumbledore. They were sitting on the bed assigned to Fleur and her sister. Madame Maxime was sitting on a conjured chair, facing her best student.
Fleur crinkled her nose, "They are not what I thought they were going to be."
"You just got yourself a new boyfriend. Are you breaking off with Edmund?" interjected Gabrielle, giggling to herself.
Fleur shot her an angry stare and went away, her arms crossed and her chin high. Gabrielle giggled again, trying to cover face with her blanket.
"Now, now," said Madame Maxime to the two. Fleur came back to the bed, Gabrielle was still giggling.
"Stop it!" said Fleur at her sister. She threw a pillow at Gabrielle, who could not duck in time.
"Ladies, stop this foolishness this instance," Madame Maxime's stern voice brought the girl's pillow fight to a stop. "Fleur and Gabrielle, the two of you are not supposed to do that here. We are visitors, and we should be modest in our dealings with these people. Or they would say something that would and could damage the reputation of our school."
The sisters were quiet, the Headmistress' words were sinking into their minds.
After a while, the Headmistress said goodnight to the both of them and promptly left the room.
"Fleur," Gabrielle broke the silence first.
"Yes, Gabby."
"Today, I saw this boy with beautiful emerald-green eyes. They were glittering, and I thought I could be lost just staring at those pools of green. It was unexplainable."
Fleur laughed, "Now, Gabby. I think you are the one who has a boyfriend here."
Gabrielle elbowed her sister and covered herself with the blanket. Two hours after, and she still could not sleep, thinking about those eyes that seem to speak to her.
"But, Dumbledore..."
"I am not truly aware of how it has happened," the Headmaster of Hogwarts said. "He may have asked someone to put his name in the Goblet."
The gathered professors and other officials of the TriWizard Tournament were all discussing the recent turn of events. Instead of three wizards as competitors, there would be four, two from Hogwarts. They looked at the last competitor whose name was given by the Goblet: Harry Potter.
"We will let him compete," announced Bartemius Crouch, Sr. He intently looked at the youth, and said, "Be warned, Mister Potter. These tasks are very dangerous, you might get killed if you are not too careful."
Fleur banged the door open as she came inside. Gabrielle, who was sitting on the bed playing with her doll, stiffened at the crash, her eyes wide. Fleur was never this angry.
Madame Maxime entered just behind Fleur, her face grim and brooding. Gabrielle knew there was something wrong, for this is the first time she had seen the two of them like this.
"Merde," Madame Maxime was the first to break the tense silence.
"This is not right! That little boy should not even compete, for he is under-age and he cheated! He cheated!" cried Fleur.
Gabrielle looked on her sister ranting about the unfairness of it all. She watched as Madame Maxime tried to calm Fleur down and herself as well.
"That little boy should not have been allowed to enter into the competition. He could ruin everything for Beauxbaton," said Madame Maxime quietly, as if she was talking to herself.
"That dratty boy!" said Fleur, whining herself all over the place.
"Calm down, Fleur," coaxed her sister. "Who is not supposed to be, but is, in the competition."
"Harry Potter."
until next time... XP
