Chapter 3
Goodbye

Lierre couldn't believe it. Why was she leaving Beauxbatons? What was wrong? She pondered these things as she made her way back to her common-room. Dumbledore had said she was allowed to say goodbye. She could imagine that Pierre would take it seriously. But she didn't know about Jannine. Lierre had only made a few friends and hadn't bothered with making more. Why bother? She was perfectly happy with her TWO friends. Still, she knew Jannine would be very, very sad. Sighing, she pushed her common-room door open and walked in. She saw the usual sight: A few students doing homework, some talking and reading, and then she saw Jannine and Pierre. Jannine saw her, and beckoned for Lierre to come over. Pierre moved over so she could sit next to him, and Jannine sat on the other side of her.
"What's wrong Lierre? You're not yourself today." Pierre said, patting her arm. "Are you sick?" Lierre smiled.
"No, I'm not sick Pierre. I'm just a bit sad right now." Lierre sighed, leaning back on the silken chair.
"Well then," Jannine said, "What is wrong? I know something must be wrong if Albus Dumbledore comes to see you." Jannine pulled her hair behind her ears, and waited for an response.
"Well, something IS wrong, if you must know."
"Why wouldn't we want to know Lierre?" Pierre asked, scooting a bit closer to her, "I mean, we're your best friends, right?" He put an arm around her shoulders.
"Yeah," Jannine piped up, "I know when something's wrong with you." she said knowingly, "You always act so serious and never smile or laugh. I know you normally LOVE to laugh."
Lierre sighed, exasperated. These people knew her so well! It was immpossible to hide something from them.
"Alright, I'll tell you." Lierre shook her head a little, and looked at her friends.
"Yes, please do." Pierre commented before she spoke.
"I have to leave Beauxbatons." Pierre's eyes widened and Jannine gasped. They both started talking at once.
"But, WHY-"
"No, you CAN'T leave us-"
"You must be joking-"
"Lierre, please-"
"WHY?"
Lierre looked at her shoes as tears started to come.
"I'm sorry," she said, "I have to leave, but I don't know why. Madame and Monsieur Dumbly-dorr said I must."
Pierre grabbed her shoulders and forced her to look up at him.
"Why, Lierre?! Why are you leaving us?!" he asked her. Lierre could see his eyes were hurt and painful.
"Lierre," Jannine choked out, "I can't imagine school without you."
"I'm sorry," Lierre said to them, "I MUST go. I'll owl you every day, and tell you about it. But I HAVE to go there. I'm going to 'Ogwarts. In Britain."
Pierre suddenly hugged her tight.
"We'll owl you too Lierre. I know, I don't know how, but I know it's for a good reason you are leaving." he pulled back and looked at her with those amber eyes of his, "Hey, I'll tell you what happens when I set off a dungbomb in Potions, okay?" he smiled. Jannine giggled.
"Yeah, and you better tell me if there are any cute boys there!" Lierre laughed and pulled her two friends into a hug.
"I'm going to miss you guys soooo much! I promise I'll tell you Jannine, and YOU Pierre," she ruffled his black hair, "I'll tell you about any pranks I pull, and if anyone there is as bad as you are!"
"Impossible!! No one is as good as MOI!!" Pierre said indignantly, pulling Lierre's pony-tail.
"Lierre?" a voice said from behind them. Pierre looked behind her, and let go of her immediatly. Lierre turned around to see Dumbledore standing in the doorway.
"Oh," Lierre said sadly, looking at her friends, "Eet iz time to go, already?" Dumbledore nodded.
"Ah," Pierre sighed, and turned to Lierre once more, "I'll miss you terribly, Lierre. But one thing," he raised a finger as if to scold her, "Remember, 'Live long, and Prank hard', always remember that!"
"I will." Pierre kissed her on the forehead, and Jannine took her hand.
"Don't forget me, Lierre! I won't forget you, so you can't forget us!" Lierre smiled and they kiised eachother on the cheek.
"Ready, dear?" Dumbledore asked. Lierre stood up.
"Yes, I am ready, Monsieur." she turned to Jannine and Pierre, "Goodbye."