This chapter has some bashing on Hermione, Ron, and Neville. Almost all that is said, I personally do not believe in, in real life. So please no bashing me for the few words I said, as almost all of them fit me in some way.


Princess Bellamy walked into the charms classroom with the start of her court following her. She knew that her court was going to be more intimate than that of her father's. The reason that Courts were even established was so that the Royals would have advisors whom they could trust, someone who they could go to for help in figuring out how to change the laws for the better. Her father didn't use his court in that way, which led to the Kingdom believing that he was a buffoon dressed in finery. Her court was going to reflect the way she plans to run. Seeing as she is young, she plans on recruiting some of the children of families who practice the old ways, as well as children of foreign correspondents. If only to help rebuild her Kingdom's allies once more. She will not tolerate insolence or incompetence. Nor will she tolerate disrespect from anyone, it is an honor to be included in the Court of a Royal, and therefore should be treated as such. Not to mention the entire fidelity scandal that is happening in the castle at that exact moment. All members of her court were to be married, and if needed, she will arrange for them a good match to go with their new status. As for their vows, they will be those of the Old Ways, the unbreakable one. The one that pledges you to your spouse, and entwines your magical cores, so that if either one of them breaks the vows, the one who broke it will end in death, or worse a squib, only to become an outcast as well as shunned from the magical community. If they die, they are not given the proper funeral as dictated by the Old Ways, but burned, so as not to taint the Earth with their harmful manners. The other, who had kept their vows, would be granted all of the magic from both of them. As a way to appease Mother Magic.

As soon as the first person spotted her, even though she wasn't trying to hide, whispers rang quickly to alert everyone of her presence, before they began to stare and silence rang all throughout the room. Bellamy just held her posture higher and continued to walk to the front of the classroom and over onto the right side. As there was two to a desk, and five desks in a row, she sat in the second row with Draco next to her. Draco took the aisle seat, leaving Bellamy to sit away from their classmates and sit next to the window. In front of her was Blaise and Daphne, with Blaise directly in front of her, while behind her was Theo and Tracey, with Theo directly behind her. Even without being told to protect her, the friends that she had met on the train had taken it upon themselves to become her protectors, even if they themselves were as unskilled in the art of defensive magic as she was. It was just nice knowing that they would do so. She knew that these five people would one day be the first members in her court, if only they keep up the honorable ways in their actions.

As soon as they all were seated, noise and gossip erupted from everyone in the room. All were speculating on everything, from the materials her school robes were made of, whom else would be included into the Royal Court, to whom the future King was to be. As of that moment, Draco Malfoy was top in the running. Bellamy did her best to ignore her and continued to look forward and wait for the Professor to come in.


Charms went by fairly well, they were able to practice a few spells in the end, once they went over the proper wand safety and techniques. Minus the professor squeaking when he read off her name during attendance, it was a decent lesson. She knew that this was something that she would have to get used to, everyone all being overly excited when they hear her name or see her. It was all because her parents exiled her for 10 years. Yet, they knew they could not disown her, because Lily was unable to have another child and only a child of higher magic could inherit the throne. And it was highly improbable of a younger sibling being more powerful than the eldest sibling. It was one of the reasons that most magical families only ever have a few children. And the only times the Royal families have more than 2 or 3 is in times of war, when more heirs are needed to ensure the Royal Bloodline. So, even if Tallulah had been the elder sister, she would still be future queen, just because of the amount of magic she had. And it was that reason that her parents hated her. She was always going to be the one to get the throne in the end, and they didn't want her to.


On her way to Transfiguration which the Slytherins had with the Ravenclaws, she ended up running into her sister.

"I have honestly no clue as to why you would pick the worst of scum to have in your court, you should follow after me," Tallulah said with an air of importance, the three people behind her all nodding. A taller gangly red-headed male, who looked as if his clothing had seen better days some 50 years previously, with numerous freckles smattering his face, as well as ink smudges on his face from where he rubbed it in irritation. She had seen him the night before at dinner when she looked over at her sister once or twice and seen that he had hardly any sort of mannerisms when it came to food. He barely used his utensils, talked with his mouth open and spilled food all down the front of his clothing, it was a horrendous sight. The other male was shorter and was a touch too pudgy in the face and waistline than was socially acceptable at that age for children in first-class families. He was dressed the part of his heritage, but he held a look on his face as if a dementor was to come around the corner at any moment in time and turn into his worst fear. He looked ready to flee all the time. The only female was one whose wild curly hair made her look as if she didn't care for her appearance at all. Even though her uniform was that of a first-generation witch, and everything was orderly, from the knot in her tie, the the height of her socks, her hair made her look as if she had just crawled away from living in a cave in the earliest of times. She herself held an air of importance, if only due to her book knowledge, whereas every other wizard and witch that she surrounds herself with has seen and probably already performed the magic first hand.
"Oh, you mean that I should allow an ape with no sort of house training or personal hygiene, a first generation know-it-all who believes that she is better than everyone, even though she looks prehistoric because she elects to not brush her hair, and someone who is afraid of his shadow into my court? You must have really lost touch to what the old noble Potters wanted, seeing as only one of them is of pureblood." Bellamy said, insulting everyone in a way that they might not even realize it was being done. Her face never showing her displeasure, always keeping up the mask of her being 'happily serene'.
"How dare you! I am a pureblood!" The redhead said, in a loud wounded voice. Bellamy showed what everyone believed to be was her first emotion other than her mask; disdain.
"You are no pureblood, just a blood traitor. Your family is nothing but a bunch of jokes. All of the Weasleys have renounced the Old Ways and is one of the key parties in the reason that Mother Magic herself is beginning to die. My parents have also contributed. As soon as I am Queen, the Old Ways will no longer be a thing of the past or of something that families have to do in secret, it will be mandatory. If we ever want our grandchildren to know that pure unadulterated feeling that you get when you hold your wand for the first time, then, continue as you are." Bellamy turned to walk away, having finished talking to her sister, even if she wasn't finished with her. She noticed, but barely cared that a crowd had gathered around to hear the Princesses argue with each other. That was until she noticed two red-haired twins that had to only be brothers to the one that she had insulted, nod at her.


On her way to dinner, she was ready to blow, being fed up with being surrounded by too many people. Many children of the Old families have came up to her and gave her the proper greetings, as was dictated by tradition. Everyone else who had not grown up in a family who practiced the Old Ways, or even understood them, kept whispering about how they need to stop living in the past and move towards a better future. She felt the mask that she has perfected her whole life, begin to slip. And then, at the last possible minute, remembered her necklace that the Professor charmed for her, and thought that maybe it could also help her when she is feeling as if she was about to blow. Grabbing the chain and whispering the spell, she felt the calmness wash over her. A small smile showed itself on her face and was gone as soon as it came, almost as if it was the ghost of happiness. Now all she would have to do, is make it through dinner than she is free to go back to the common rooms and keep to herself. But, more than likely she would go straight to her dorm instead.