New Friends
The classes at Beauxbatons are a relatively pleasant experience. There are no particularly nasty teachers and the Beauxbatons students I take the classes with just seem plain fascinated with me. I take only two classes with James, Fred and Lorcan as well as the rest of my usual peers, and they are care of magical creatures and potions. Care of magical creatures was my first class, and I headed straight there after departing professor McGonagall's office.
The class was thought by a small, sort of rounded chubby man who introduced himself as Professor Bronwen. He was English of course, and he had a lot of facial hair. We were learning, fittingly, about winged horses and there importance in French wizarding society. I could see Lorcan standing only feet away from me; he was staring fixatedly at the ground in a sort of furious determination. I felt a sharp pain in my heart. James and Fred were neither standing next to me or Lorcan, they seemed to be hovering somewhere in the middle. All I know is it was a very awkward affair.
Professor Bronwen was an incredibly enthusiastic educator, but there was no way I could concentrate, not when my best friend in the whole word was so close to me. And yet so dreadfully far away. The class ended while I was still lost in a haze of thoughts. James and Fred exited the clearing first. James met my eyes as he walked by, offering me a weak smile which I didn't return. When my eyes went to seek out Lorcan I realized he had already gone.
I looked down at my time table blinking furiously; I was not going to cry. My next class was transfiguration and it was my first class with the Beauxbatons students so I hurried off in search of the classroom. It didn't take me long to find it. It was bright and spacious and resided in the left wing of the palace.
When I entered the room, which was full of powder blue Beauxbatons students who had previously all been talking in unison, they all turned and stared at me. I feel my face grow hot and look around frantically for an empty seat, anywhere, I'm not fussy, just let there be one. Sure enough there is one, and when I say one I mean literally one remaining seat, no alternatives, there was nothing I could have done. So I walk self consciously to the top of the class, to the seat at the right hand side, plonk myself down and try to look busy pulling parchment and a quill from my book bag. "Bonjour!" I turn to see the friendly face of Kevin De Flamme sitting beside me. "Oh!" I gasp "Bonjour Kevin". He looked oddly smug. "You seem flustered?" it's more of a question than a statement. "I just, I'm shy is all" I reply in fluent French. "And how is the Hogwarts champion finding life in Beauxbatons?" "Beauxbatons" I say "Is beautiful, it's just a shame the same can't be said for life in it". He's just about to retort when a tall, slender, silver haired witch enters the class room. Her name is Madame Laurent, and she's a fairly pleasant teacher. But pleasant teachers and beautiful boys can't shake the gloom descending over me. Simply put, I miss Lorcan.
I have four more classes before dinner and I keep close to Kevin for most of these, not wanting to be partnered with someone I don't know ((trust)). Not that I trust Kevin much, but he's a damn sight more familiar than the rest. When classes finish I head up to my dorm to freshen up. Luckily the room is void of Roxanne, the only person in there is that Hufflepuff Susan, who keeps her head down and doesn't look at me. I can take a hint so I drop my book bag and head straight out in silence.
When I reach the great hall I'm greeted with a wealth of noise and mouth watering smells. My eyes seek out the boys id usually sit with. James and Fred seem to be chatting to each other contentedly, Lorcan, who sits beside them, seems to be attacking he's quiche violently with he's fork. What I wouldn't give to go over there and apologise profusely and demand we be friends again. Shame I'm too proud.
He looks up from he's quiche momentarily and stares right into my eyes. I stare right back, trying to convey to him how much I miss him, that is until someone sidles up behind me and says in French "You wouldn't do me the honour of joining me for dinner, would you Dominique". I only glance at Kevin for a moment, but when my eyes fall back on Lorcan he seems to have returned to the destruction of he's quiche with an even more impassioned and pronounced vigour. "Sure Kevin, I'd love to" I state simply.
He leads me to the opposite side of the hall from where my cousins and beat friend sit, to where an elated looking Alek Krum is scoffing various amounts of decadent foods. "Hey Alek" I say in English, he nods he's head in response and returns to the consumption of he's food. I take a seat with my back to where James, Fred and Lorcan are sitting and Kevin takes a seat opposite me. "So" he says, continuing our conversation from earlier, "What is so bad about life in Beauxbatons?" I smile weakly at him and reach out for a plate of food; I really don't feel like getting into this right now. "Vy are you not eating vith your friends?" Alek asks quite abruptly, with he's mouth still full of food. Kevin looks at me imploringly; it seems he's equally interested in my answer.
"I, they're not exactly happy about my being in the tournament". I say in English, Alek scowls and it looks as though Kevin understands too. "Jealous!" Alek decides, takes a gulp of pumpkin juice and continues shovelling food into he's mouth. Me and Kevin share a smile and I decide I genuinely like Aleksander Krum.
"The blonde boy?" Kevin says, returning to French "Your boyfriend?" "I don't have a boyfriend" I say, taking a sup of gilly water. He nods and begins eating.
I'm not exactly happy about it, I miss James Fred and Lorcan more than anything, but it seems as though I've found myself some new friends. At least for now.
A/N: I feel like this was a boring chapter but don't worry, the next one is much more exciting! It shall be entitled Teddy returns and except some drama and a sprinkling of violence :D
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