Hello! I'm back with the second chapter : This is just a small insight into what I imagine Beuaxbatons or Durmstrang would have been like, and it was really fun to play with a bunch of other OCs. Like before, reviews please!

*I, unfortunately, do not own any of the characters you recognize except for the OCs obviously*

Anyhow, I won't keep you for long, I hope you enjoy it and see you at the end of the chapter :)

Beauxbatons Château, France

7:30 AM September, 1994

"See you in Scotland."

"See you."

The twins had said goodbye to each other as they went their separate ways. Audrey proceeded to France while Michael went further north to Sweden. Once landing, she was escorted to the barren space that was located near the airport. Upon reaching the metal gates, she took out her wand and easily placed it upon the small keyhole. A click was heard, and the gates melted away, allowing her to walk through and immediately disappear.

Instead of a run-down meadow, Audrey was greeted by a beautiful garden filled with luscious greenery. Flowers of different colours littered the space, and fountains made of pure marble were placed in every corner. There were enchanted topiaries of mythical creatures such as nymphs, mermaids and fairies, and they danced the day away. Some of them even strike up conversations with the students and their families. A small pond rested at the far left corner, surrounded by several fruit trees of varying heights and colours. Several girls, far shorter and younger than her, were gathered together under the shade with their parents in tow. Must be first years- the look on their face when they discovered the rainbow rocks gave it all away. Seeing them, Audrey couldn't help but feel nostalgia course through her.

She remembered entering The Glade for the first time, with her eyes wide and her heart beating erratically within her chest. She even convinced her mother to have a picnic with her on that same pond during her second year. Now, in her seventh year, Audrey feels more sentimental than awestruck. For her, seeing The Glade meant coming back to a place she had grown to love. Going to Beauxbatons was always one of the highlights of her year for it meant seeing her friends, visiting Sorciélle-sur-Triveuz, and occasionally travelling Europe. Now, she was faced with the fact that this was going to be her last year- the last time she'll ever see The Glade. While she was happy to be done with school, there was also a sense of sadness lingering in the air. Wow. She was getting old.

Before she could delve into that feeling deeper, Audrey turned to her butler and conversed with him instead. Her mum was on the plane with them, but she couldn't come this year due to work. So, she sent one of her trusted butlers, Merlin. He had been in the family for years and had seen her and her brother grow up. They formed quite a close bond with each other since he often took care of them when their mother or grandparents were unable to. He was the one who took her luggage to the large, pearl white carriage and gave it to the coachman. They shrunk it before putting it away in a small box labelled 'seventh years'. After triple checking that she had all her books and vitamins, the two bid each other a tearful goodbye.

The trip was quite short since Abraxan horses flew at such high speed. The next thing she knew, she was gazing through the window to see the familiar grounds of her soon to be alma mater. The grand chateau, made of marble and gold, stood tall and proud, well hidden and protected by the Pyrenees mountains themselves. Like always, the grounds were trimmed to perfection, with the infamous Beauxbatons crest decorating the grass. Despite being autumn, flowers and plants alike were still alive and at their peak- all thanks to a little bit of magic. The grand fountains were in full swing, doing several tricks in order to entertain the newcomers. The carriage stopped and the coach opened the door for them, offering a hand to help them descend. As soon as she stepped foot on the ground, three girls immediately tackled her in a big hug. Audrey laughed and squealed with them, rejoicing at their group's reunion. Other friend groups seem to do the same. Since Beauxbatons allow people outside of France to enrol, friends were usually cities, or countries, apart. This made scheduling a get-together a bit hard, and if it does happen, it usually entails Audrey stealing a private jet or a portkey of theirs to make it happen.

Soon enough, they were led away from the vast and wondrous grounds of Beauxbatons and into the chateau. Marble, gold and glittering chandeliers greeted the ladies, with various paintings waving or bowing to them as they traversed the long hallway. They were then ushered into a large room, covered in a blue wallpaper that matched the thick curtains that hung on the stage and the velvet seats surrounding it.

As Madame Maxime entered, everyone stood up attentively. Her presence just commanded respect- and it wasn't just because she was quite tall. With a raise of her hand, the headmistress urged them to sit down. She had prepared a small speech, all about welcoming them back and hoping they once again enjoy the upcoming school year. She didn't keep them for long, knowing that they were eager to be with their friends once more. And so, she sent them off as soon as they got their schedules for tomorrow.

Of course, most of the classes did not start since it was the first day. It was just an unspoken agreement between teachers and students that the first day was to be untainted by boring lessons. They had all the months left to do that. For now, it was time to recount the stories of their summer.

The Delacours have recently bought a new island, and so Fleur spent her summer lounging around the beach and decorating their newest vacation home. Some of her relatives even came to visit, prompting a small reunion to happen. Victoria, on the other hand, went and visited her country of origin - the United States of America. Ever since she moved to Germany when she was eleven, she hasn't been back. Her family was just too busy with the launching of their infamous product- the firebolt. Emily went back to Australia to see her grandparents who refused to move to Florence with them. There, she spent each day riding the waves or getting a nice tan- that is, when her grandparents aren't dragging her to their office. Audrey felt her pain, recounting their Asian trip and how they had to sit through some boring meetings with their mother. The food made the trip quite worth it though.

Before they knew it, the bell rang, signalling that the day was done. But instead of going to their dormitories like most students, some of the sixth and seventh years headed to their Headmistress' office instead. Girlish chatter filled the air as they walked to the familiar room, sharing the latest gossip and hottest issues they've heard.

"Good afternoon girls."

"Good afternoon Madame Maxime," They all chorused, waiting for her to sit down before they do so.

"I trust you all know why you are here." Maxime received nods from everyone. "As said in ze letter, you will be our school's representative for ze upcoming Triwizard Tournament. Now, some of you chose not to participate in ze contest itself, and just be there as a delegate- I understand. Still, I am expecting all of you to conduct yourselves in a well-ordered and polite manner."

"We shall be housed in our Grand Carriage, and all your living quarters are to be shouldered by ze school. Ze duration of our stay will be from 31st of October until ze end of ze school year. Classes will resume in ze host school, however, you will take our specialized classes with me. Not to worry, I can assure you I am more than capable of teaching whatever it is you'd like."

The girls chuckled and nodded. They all knew Madame Maxime was one of the brightest witch Beauxbatons has ever had. She delved deeper into various details such as food, the grading system - especially since they were in their last year- and the tournament itself. They were out of the office an hour later, heading back to the Pavillion or their dormitories.

Dinner and coucher was an eventful affair for everyone. Gathered in the Dining Chambers, nymphs welcomed and serenaded them as they all feasted upon the lovely and scrumptious meal they were offered with.

"I've missed this." Audrey said, gesturing to the large room. "At home, it's usually just me, my mother and my brother eating at our dining table."

"Oh yeah, how's your brother Audrey? I heard him and Xander were going too." Xander was Victoria's cousin, who also came from America and studied in Durmstrang.

"He's fine, though he was exceptionally bummed out that we had to wait for almost two months to leave school." Audrey said, shaking her head.

Typical Michael.

Durmstrang Institute Castle, Sweden

2:05 PM September, 1994

"Can't we just ditch all of this stuff and go?" Xander whined, plopping down on his plush bed with a groan. The other boys inside their dormitory room agreed, far too sick of all the lessons they've had for the past two months. "I mean, the only enjoyable day I had was the first day of school- and that's because there wasn't any lesson!"

"We can't even have Quidditch practise because we're leaving." Phillip said, still pissed at how the Headmaster forbade the delegates from participating in anything Quidditch related. According to him, it would be a 'useless waste of time' since they would be at Hogwarts during the match. Philippe remembered the string of Dutch curses that flew from his mouth as soon as Karkaroff's announcement was over- he probably made all of his ancestors proud. "I mean, I do want to go to this Hogwarts school and all, but cutting off Quidditch? What a fucking ezel."

"Come on Philippe, I feel angry too but you really need to start packing or else all you'll be bringing are your underwear." Viktor said, clapping his friend's back. They all laughed as Philippe looked down at his trunk which only contained his boxers. They were set to depart after three more days and everyone had put off packing til the last minute. "Ve can't have you valking around in those!"

"With such a disgusting sight, Hogwarts will probably lose all their female students in no time." Michael said, earning a laugh from everyone. Phillipe threw a pillow straight at him, hitting Michael square in the face and causing him to fall on his bed. The laughter only got louder.

"Speaking of ladies, hey Michael, did your sister mention anything about the Beauxbatons' delegation?" Devon asked, sitting straight in his own bed. He was reading a book only he could understand since it was written in Czech, the language in his hometown in Prague. However, upon the word ladies, he shot up and began to join the conversation. What a simp. Michael rolled his eyes as he threw the pillow back to Phillippe with twice the force he received.

"Yes Devon, Emily is coming as well." He answered, the boys whistling as Devon grinned and threw his hands in the air in joy. "Honestly, just grow some balls and ask her out. It's been four fucking years! We have a ball coming up, don't we?"

"Exactly! Stop being such a pussy - we're way past puberty!" Viktor said, grabbing the glass container of cookies and munching on one. Everyone knew Devon and Emily had a thing for each other, they were just too shy to make a move. It keeps getting worse each year that all the boys have half the mind to lock them both in a cupboard just to get it over with.

"Good lord, I hope there are some beauties in that Hogwarts school. Imagine me getting a girlfriend - what a dream." Xander said, wiggling his eyebrows. The boys chuckled at his antics, shaking their heads. "It fucking sucks being in an exclusive school you know. You've got no love life to prod about! We don't even have any school close to ours!"

"Who knew I'd survive seeing such ugly faces for seven years straight." Devon joked, causing all of his face to retaliate. They all continued packing, waving their wands and letting magic do its work while they conversed about the newest firebolt and how they might get Victoria to reveal all the details about it.

Sometime after, when they've given up packing for the day and chose to do their homework instead, a knock was heard. Upon granting permission to enter, a first-year poked his head and told them that the headmaster was calling for them. He was gone as soon as he came, quivering a bit as he passed the message.

"Ah, I will never get tired of the younger years being hilariously scared in our presence." Devon said, stretching for a bit before arranging his uniform. It seemed to be a natural thing for younger years to be wary of older ones, especially the seniors. Michael remembered Audrey telling him the same thing, of how first years were so timid next to anyone older. But in his group's case, the younger ones seem to be scared of the five of them specifically. It wasn't that they were bullies or anything, though Michael does admit they enjoy a good laugh every now and then. It was all due to Karkaroff's blatant show of favouritism towards them. Michael and the others knew the reason why- they all came from wealthy backgrounds. He's got vast political connections due to his family and quite a hefty vault from all their various businesses. Philippe's family owns several publishing companies scattered around Europe, while Xander's family produces beverages like wine and exports it all over the world. Devon's father was the Minister for Magic in Prague, and Krum was one of the youngest and most famous Quidditch players of today's time. Definitely, the dream team if you ask their Headmaster.

Those in their year, however, treated them quite normally. Upon meeting each other in the lobby, the delegates, which were mostly seventh years, all let out large whoops as they passed good-natured punches around. The seventh years were pretty tight-knit despite having their own set of friends, and Karkaroff's favouritism has become more of a joke rather than a petty rivalry between them. All they wanted was to graduate and leave the damn school, and some petty drama would just be pretty immature of them. And thus, the short walk to the headmaster's office was filled with laughter and jokes, their loud laughs easily echoing in the empty part of the castle. As they reached the imposing, oaken double doors, they all fell into silence. It would be disrespectful to face the Headmaster while wheezing with laughter, and they just really didn't want to spend another moment in the drafty room more than they have to. Headmaster Karkaroff was seated in his leather chair, busy signing papers about who knows what. When the last boy entered and a click resounded throughout the office, he finally looked up and greeted them.

"Hello, boys."

"Good afternoon Headmaster." They said in chorus, their voices low and deep. They were all standing up straight, as was expected of them whenever they were in the company of an authoritative figure.

"Now, we leave in a few days and I would like to have some pointers laid out for each and every one of you." The so-called pointers were basically just a bunch of reminders and policies they'd be following once they leave for Scotland and set foot in the British school. Despite being bored out of their skulls, the boys listened attentively and only spoke when spoken to. It lasted for almost an hour and a half or maybe more, with the students bowing to the headmaster before filing out.

"Geez, he can make a separate handbook with all the things he said." Xander told them, yawning.

"Surprised you didn't fall asleep Xander." Viktor said with a grin. They all knew Xander wasn't the one for long and boring speeches and made use of charms to make it look like he was wide awake when in fact, he was already dozing off.

"Me too." He sourly replied.

"Heck, at this point, I'm surprised I'm still alive."

Chamber of Reception, Hogwarts, Scotland

6:30 PM October, 1994

The trip from France to Hogwarts went quite smoothly - the weather was good and the air wasn't turbulent at all. The six-hour flight in their large carriage was definitely more comfortable than any plane - after all, an actual bed can't beat any reclining seats. So Audrey spent the majority of the trip taking a nap in her very comfortable bed and only waking up just as they flew through London. But soon enough, the familiar skyline disappeared as they began to head further north to Scotland. She had been there only twice, once with her whole family (including her grandparents) in Edinburgh while the other was only with her brother. They had a little solo trip in Glasgow and Inverness when they were fifteen, but aside from that, she couldn't recognise any of the city or town that they flew past. As they headed towards the mountain ranges, she saw fewer buildings and more barren spaces instead. The temperature also began to drop as they neared their destination, making Audrey thank her mother for bullying them into bringing more winter clothes.

Beauxbatons seems to have gotten there first, with Durmstrang following closely behind. The ladies watched as a ghost ship rose from the waters of what looked like a lake, sailing calmly before anchoring itself near the shore. The two delegations were then led to a small chamber by a skinny man, wearing robes that reeked of mothballs. The room was lit by torches and offered no stools to even sit on. Once left alone, the two schools erupted in laughter as they recounted their entrance. The Hogwarts students seemed to have been waiting for them, stationed in the castle's bridges and courtyards in hopes to get a glimpse of their visitors. The ladies giggled about the way the groundskeeper dove out of the way to avoid getting hit by their carriage. However, he did end up being drenched by Durmstrang's sudden entrance from the sea though. The boys had a good laugh about that when they arrived. After recounting that, greetings were then passed all around, with some friend groups even mingling with those from the other school.

Since Durmstrang and Beauxbatons were the only internationally accredited wizarding school in Europe, excluding the United Kingdom of course, most European families would send their sons to Durmstrang and the girls to Beauxbatons. So it came as no surprise when some of the students already know and have befriended each other. Their heads also politely greeted each other.

"I was just beginning to enjoy not seeing your ugly face every day, but here you are again." Audrey smirked, joking as her brother approached her. Michael grinned, slinging an arm around her shoulders and ruffling her, no doubt, pristinely arranged hair. "Hey, fuck off!"

"That's not how one talks to somebody older than they are."

"180 seconds don't count."

"Still." Michael said with a smirk. "How was your trip?"

"Comfy. Felt like a plane, except a hundred times better." Audrey said simply. Michael was accustomed to flying anyways, and he already knows the feeling of being up in the air to travel. Given, they were in a magically enlarged carriage pulled by extremely large winged horses - but at the end of the day, it's still flying. "Yours?"

"It was okay, I mean, staying in a ghost ship was cool but the nice under-the-sea vibes wore off pretty easily. Especially if that's all you see for almost the entire day." Sweden was definitely farther away from Scotland than France is, so it was only natural that they'd take a much longer time to get there. "Anyway, have you seen their caretaker? I'll bet fifty monderos* he doesn't even know what a shower means."

"A hundred say he doesn't know what's a rag and what's his wardrobe."

"Oh mon Merlin, you two never let anyone live anything down!" Fleur said, chuckling lightly. Everyone knew the twins didn't mean to disrespect anyone with their comments and jokes - they were just really blunt.

"Not like him." They both pointed to Xander who sheepishly smiled before patting himself at the shoulder.

"I'm afraid I'm still the best at that art, Delacour."

"It's nice to see you too Hamilton." Fleur said, smiling. They all met each other through the twins and would consider themselves one, big group of friends. Sometimes they would all go to a certain country and stay there for a few days as a little getaway trip. They didn't get the chance to do so this year since most of them were out of Europe during summer. And so, this was their first time seeing each other, all together, from their last meeting in the summer of 1993. "I see you've finally reached puberty."'

"Low blow!" Xander called out, knowing they were referring to his sudden growth spurt. He used to be the smallest of the group and now, he was the same height as Michael, which makes him around 180cm. "At least now, Devon's the shortest one."

"By like, an inch Xander." Devon said, rolling his eyes.

"Must be why he and Emily suddenly disappear so easily." Victoria said, teasing both of his friends who turned into a blushing mess. "Is that like, a short people thing?"

"You're just jealous, Edwards." Devon retorted back, playfully sticking out his tongue.

"Not of all the cooties you two are passing along, that's for sure." Victoria bit back, laughing at his childish display. "Just a word of advice, don't get too cozy or else your stuck up Headmaster might think you're crossing over to our side."

"Damn right he will." Phillip said, continuing under his breath. "Karkaroff's probably thinking we're fraternising with your school right at this very moment."

"I mean, with all your silk pyjamas, you might be a very suitable candidate for our slumber party, Van den Berg." Audrey said, sniggering as they all chuckled.

"Madame Maxime, ladies," the caretaker called them. Everyone turned to face the skinny man who now had a cat perched on his hip like a small baby. "The students are ready for you now."

Well this is it. Showtime.

*mondero - spanish equivalent of a galleon

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