N/A Yes I am aware that in the last chapter I mentioned that "It was getting dartk quickly..." and "the slowly fading sky...". Well there is a logical explanation, and it is...um... a magical sky. Yes, a magical sky, and there will be no more bad mouthing the sky. Oh and I also now realise that Beauxbatons is a palace and not a "castle" as I put it. Sorry about that. Well, now at that is cleared up, read this chapter which is just a whole load of pointless b/s.
Chapter 3
Fleur continued through the castle, up several flights of stairs, past the fourth great chandelier, through an unused ballroom and into her dormitory. Fleur checked an extravagant grandfather clock and decided that with half an hour until dinner, she would write her sister a letter. She settled herself down at a table with a quill and a roll of parchment and began to write.
Dear Gabrielle,
How are you going back home? I, as always, am having a lovely time at Beauxbatons. As you may have heard, the Triwizard Tournament is being held at Hogwarts and I have a good chance of travelling there in hopes of competing. I don't want to give too much away, but mother and I have already spoken on the subject and she says it is best if we just see how it works rather make assumptions. As you can guess, I am very excited and curious and know probably as much about it as you do. I do however understand that Hogwarts isn't the most "warmest" of places. Especially for a run down old castle! Under any circumstances, you will most definitely hear more from me shortly.
Hope you are well and happy,
Love, Fleur
Fleur rolled up the parchment, sealed it with her wand and snapped her fingers. Just as snap of her fingers echoed around the room, a house elf apparated right in front of her. Fleur handed the parchment to the elf. It took the parchment, bowed and apparated away.
Fleur glanced at the clock. With nothing else to do, she left her dormitory early for dinner. Back down through the unused ballroom, her steps echoing on the marble tiles, past the fourth great chandelier and down several flights of stairs and into the main hall.
This was the most beautiful room all throughout the Beauxbatons castle, and was Fleur's favourite. The room was large and rectangular with high ceilings decorated somewhat like the Sistine chapel but with real fluffy white clouds and small cherubs floating around. A single large chandelier was placed in the middle of the ceiling; it's many large crystals making patterned lights on the house tables below. There was a feint sound of an orchestra playing though no orchestra could be seen and behind the staff table which was looking over the house tables at the east end of the hall was a large marble fountain of a wizard and witch on winged horses raising their wands in the air.
Fleur sat down at her table and sat quietly gazing at the large stained glass windows on the southern wall, thinking about Hogwarts. A few minutes later, all the students entered the hall and sat down at the tables. Fleur's friends, Amabelle, Jullieta and a group of others sat down around her. The main hall was now a sea of blue robes and the melody from the invisible orchestra was now a just distinguishable murmur under the chatting and laughing of students. Their conversations ceased as soon as Madame Maxine entered the hall and they all silently rose and remained standing until she had taken her seat.
Once they staff were seated, Maxime smiled, the orchestra started up again, food magically appeared on the table and conversations continued.
As meals were finished, the food magically disappeared of the plates and Maxime raised her hands. This caught the attention of every student because her two tree trunk-like arms nearly knocked a poor cherub out cold. It tumbled across the air and landed safely on a cloud. The room fell silent and she began, "As you have heard, the Triwizard Tournament is being held this year, for the first time in almost a century."
"We will be choosing a select few to represent Beauxbatons, those of you who have been chosen, are fifth year and above and have shown extraordinary talent in all fields of magic."
The attention in the hall tightened as Maxime made a slight pause. All that could be heard now was the fluttering of cherub wings.
She continued on, "These are the few students chosen to travel to Hogwarts and represent us;"
The younger students now seemingly disinterested and displeased as Maxime read the names of those travelling to Hogwarts out loud from a small piece of parchment.
Fleur, although eager was silently confident and sure enough, her name was called. A round of polite applause followed the names. After tears had been shed (tears were still being shed) and the staff had exited, the students left for bed.