Chapter 8: The Arrival of Beauxbatons
Author's Note- I made up the fact that there are eight years of school at Beauxbatons instead of seven like Hogwarts. I did that so Fleur could come to Hogwarts, as she is an essential character to the plot (or whatever you call it) of my story. I also made up that Durmstrang got a new headmaster. It is Viktor Krum, since last year was his last year there. I don't know yet if he will be in this story. You'll have to read o to find out. Oh, and BTW, Ron got some new dress robes (
"Wwwwoowww!" said Ron, as they entered the Great Hall. They'd expected nothing special, since they'd been at Hogwarts for four years, but got quite a shock. The room was at least twice its normal size. Hermione, though, didn't seemed that surprised.
"What's the big deal? Everyone knows that when other schools come to Hogwarts, they expand all the major living quarters. This isn't the first time this has happened, you know."
Harry rolled his eyes, but Ron was still goggling at the size of the room. They (somehow) found the Gryffindor table, and sat down at the end. As everybody was looking out the windows for any sign of Beauxbatons, a voice rang out above all the excited conversation. It was from Lee Jordan, a seventh year student, which was the Weasley twins' best friend and the Quidditch commentator.
"Look, out the west window!"
There was a sudden hush, and everyone looked out the window. The Beauxbatons students and faculty had arrived the same way as they had for the triwizard tournament, but there were many more carriages, since the whole school was coming to Hogwarts. All the girls in the great hall gasped at the "cute little horses" that were pulling the air-borne carriages, and weren't little at all. When all the carriages had descended to the ground, the door to the most extravagant one opened. Like last year, a foot wearing a black high-heeled shoe stepped out. Hagrid, who was absent from the Great Hall and wearing his horrible moleskin suit, kissed the hand of the person in the black shoe. This was was Madame Maxime, headmistress of Beauxbatons Academy of Magic. The two half-giants walked to the castle together, and Madame Maxime gestured for the rest of the Beauxbatons students and staff to follow her. At once, the doors to all twenty or so of the Hagrid's hut- sized carriages were flung open. Among the people was eighth year student Fleur Delacour, whom was part veela and one of the four triwizard champions of the previous year. At least one thousand witches and wizards, from the ages of 11 to 700 walked in two straight lines towards Hogwarts.
The doors to the Entrance Hall finally swung open and the sounds of thousands of pairs of feet pounded on the marble floor. The feet could be heard coming nearer and nearer until they had reached the door to the Great Hall. It was opened by Hagrid, who held the door until all the Beauxbatons witches and wizards had entered and sat down at each of the four extra tables. Dumbledore, at the staff table, stood up and started speaking.
"Welcome, students, staff, and Madame Maxime." At this Dumbledore smiled at the huge Headmistress and she smiled back. "Everyone here at Hogwarts is exceptionally glad to see you here again, but we offer our deepest condolences to you because of the circumstances. I solemnly promise to help you and the Ministry find out what has caused this disaster. But, I will speak no more of it, because your stay here is to be enjoyed. Now, that that's all said and done, we shall let the feast begin."
Tons of varieties of food appeared on the empty golden platters. But, just seconds after they were filled, Dumbledore said, loudly, " Oh, how could I forget? Madame Maxime would like to say a few words. I am so sorry I forgot Madame." Dumbledore nodded and smiled as he seated himself and Madame Maxime stood up from her place at the new Beauxbatons staff table.
"Well, hello all 'Ogwarts attendants! All of us from Beauxbatons are very grateful for Professor Dumblydorr's offer to let us stay here. Say thank you students!" The Great Hall resounded with all the French students saying "Merci, Professor Dumblydorr!" After that, Madame Maxime spoke again. "Yes. He is very gracious to us all, especially under such short notice and with zee circumstances and all-" with this, Madame Maxime gave a huge sniff, and Hagrid handed her a handkerchief- "-oh, zank you Hagrid – so we would like to make thees toast to Professor Dumblydorr." She raised her golden goblet and said "to Dumblydorr" as the whole Hall echoed the same. She was seated and everyone started to eat. Ron, Hermione, and Harry began a conversation.
"So, Ron, are you nervous?" said Hermione.
"Nerfous?" He said through a mouthful of fried chicken. "'Bou' wha'?"
"Urgh! About this!" She pulled out a piece of parchment from her pocket. "They're choosing the prefects, Head Boy, and Head Girl tonight! I copied Dumbledore's notice so I wouldn't forget all that was going on tonight."
Ron appeared to be choking on his drumstick. "I forgot all about that! With all that's going on, I didn't even think about it!"
"That's why I copied the notice," said Hermione knowingly.
Harry rolled his eyes. "Well, it doesn't matter now. We'll know soon."
The feast went smoothly, except for Peeves coming in and dropping oranges on Neville's head, which was stopped quickly by the Bloody Baron. Fleur could be heard saying, "Poltergeists. Hmph!", but that was all. At the end of the feast, Dumbledore stood up.
"Attention everyone! Attention, yes, thank you. Now, Professor McGonagall shall announce this year's prefects, Head Boy, and Head Girl."
Author's Note- I made up the fact that there are eight years of school at Beauxbatons instead of seven like Hogwarts. I did that so Fleur could come to Hogwarts, as she is an essential character to the plot (or whatever you call it) of my story. I also made up that Durmstrang got a new headmaster. It is Viktor Krum, since last year was his last year there. I don't know yet if he will be in this story. You'll have to read o to find out. Oh, and BTW, Ron got some new dress robes (
"Wwwwoowww!" said Ron, as they entered the Great Hall. They'd expected nothing special, since they'd been at Hogwarts for four years, but got quite a shock. The room was at least twice its normal size. Hermione, though, didn't seemed that surprised.
"What's the big deal? Everyone knows that when other schools come to Hogwarts, they expand all the major living quarters. This isn't the first time this has happened, you know."
Harry rolled his eyes, but Ron was still goggling at the size of the room. They (somehow) found the Gryffindor table, and sat down at the end. As everybody was looking out the windows for any sign of Beauxbatons, a voice rang out above all the excited conversation. It was from Lee Jordan, a seventh year student, which was the Weasley twins' best friend and the Quidditch commentator.
"Look, out the west window!"
There was a sudden hush, and everyone looked out the window. The Beauxbatons students and faculty had arrived the same way as they had for the triwizard tournament, but there were many more carriages, since the whole school was coming to Hogwarts. All the girls in the great hall gasped at the "cute little horses" that were pulling the air-borne carriages, and weren't little at all. When all the carriages had descended to the ground, the door to the most extravagant one opened. Like last year, a foot wearing a black high-heeled shoe stepped out. Hagrid, who was absent from the Great Hall and wearing his horrible moleskin suit, kissed the hand of the person in the black shoe. This was was Madame Maxime, headmistress of Beauxbatons Academy of Magic. The two half-giants walked to the castle together, and Madame Maxime gestured for the rest of the Beauxbatons students and staff to follow her. At once, the doors to all twenty or so of the Hagrid's hut- sized carriages were flung open. Among the people was eighth year student Fleur Delacour, whom was part veela and one of the four triwizard champions of the previous year. At least one thousand witches and wizards, from the ages of 11 to 700 walked in two straight lines towards Hogwarts.
The doors to the Entrance Hall finally swung open and the sounds of thousands of pairs of feet pounded on the marble floor. The feet could be heard coming nearer and nearer until they had reached the door to the Great Hall. It was opened by Hagrid, who held the door until all the Beauxbatons witches and wizards had entered and sat down at each of the four extra tables. Dumbledore, at the staff table, stood up and started speaking.
"Welcome, students, staff, and Madame Maxime." At this Dumbledore smiled at the huge Headmistress and she smiled back. "Everyone here at Hogwarts is exceptionally glad to see you here again, but we offer our deepest condolences to you because of the circumstances. I solemnly promise to help you and the Ministry find out what has caused this disaster. But, I will speak no more of it, because your stay here is to be enjoyed. Now, that that's all said and done, we shall let the feast begin."
Tons of varieties of food appeared on the empty golden platters. But, just seconds after they were filled, Dumbledore said, loudly, " Oh, how could I forget? Madame Maxime would like to say a few words. I am so sorry I forgot Madame." Dumbledore nodded and smiled as he seated himself and Madame Maxime stood up from her place at the new Beauxbatons staff table.
"Well, hello all 'Ogwarts attendants! All of us from Beauxbatons are very grateful for Professor Dumblydorr's offer to let us stay here. Say thank you students!" The Great Hall resounded with all the French students saying "Merci, Professor Dumblydorr!" After that, Madame Maxime spoke again. "Yes. He is very gracious to us all, especially under such short notice and with zee circumstances and all-" with this, Madame Maxime gave a huge sniff, and Hagrid handed her a handkerchief- "-oh, zank you Hagrid – so we would like to make thees toast to Professor Dumblydorr." She raised her golden goblet and said "to Dumblydorr" as the whole Hall echoed the same. She was seated and everyone started to eat. Ron, Hermione, and Harry began a conversation.
"So, Ron, are you nervous?" said Hermione.
"Nerfous?" He said through a mouthful of fried chicken. "'Bou' wha'?"
"Urgh! About this!" She pulled out a piece of parchment from her pocket. "They're choosing the prefects, Head Boy, and Head Girl tonight! I copied Dumbledore's notice so I wouldn't forget all that was going on tonight."
Ron appeared to be choking on his drumstick. "I forgot all about that! With all that's going on, I didn't even think about it!"
"That's why I copied the notice," said Hermione knowingly.
Harry rolled his eyes. "Well, it doesn't matter now. We'll know soon."
The feast went smoothly, except for Peeves coming in and dropping oranges on Neville's head, which was stopped quickly by the Bloody Baron. Fleur could be heard saying, "Poltergeists. Hmph!", but that was all. At the end of the feast, Dumbledore stood up.
"Attention everyone! Attention, yes, thank you. Now, Professor McGonagall shall announce this year's prefects, Head Boy, and Head Girl."