(A/N: I changed my mind again! Horray for A woman's perogative!
Chapter Five
Exchange
The summer had passed in a blur. Ginny's correspondance with her new found friend caused all sorts of new opportunities for Ginny.
Lysandra was amazing. She couldn't fully understand what Ginny went through her first year, no one could. But she managed to bring a smile to Ginny's face everytime she woke to see a letter there.
Ginny now lay on her stomach, contemplating her letter to Ly. It would be the last one before they went to their separate schools. Her to Hogwarts and Ly to Beauxbatons. She knew it would be best to wait til she settled back down before writing her again.
She heard the familiar commotion of Errol arriving with the post down stairs. She didn't move. She was used to this. She had also fallen into a pattern. She was seen little by her family. She came down for meals and chores, but even then she was quiet.
She felt the pressure from her brothers, Ron in particular, to talk about what happened last year. But she couldn't. And she wouldn't.
She heard a shreik and guessed that Fred and George had pulled a prank. But there was no delighted laughter. Instead she caught a sense of confusion before steps sounded on the stairs. Ginny quickly pulled on a large tee shirt over her tank top and shorts.
Her mother burst into the room, holding a letter to her chest.
Ginny sat up as her mother handed her the letter. She frowned. "Mum? What's this about?"
Her mother seemed to flustered to speak and instead held out the letter to her. Ginny frowned. Lysandra always had them come with Archimedes and to her window.
Hesitantly she took the letter.
It was adressed to her, from Beauxbatons.
Ginny paled. It couldn't be. Every year Beauxbatons invited seven female students to come for a year. Out of boredom rather than anything else Fred and George had entered her into the drawing.
She had almost forgotten that they had done it. Mostly they had done it to get a rise out of her. At the time it had, a small smile and a shake of the head. Now, though.
With quaking fingers, Ginny opened the letter.
Dear Miss Ginevra Weasley
We thank you for your interest in Beauxbatons academy. We receive thousands of requests each year. We regret that we can only take seven a year. The choosing process is long and tedious and doubtless you have no desire to hear about it. There fore it is with great pride, that we, the staff of Beauxbatons invite you to spend a year at our facility, free of charge.
Ginny gsaped. She couldn't believe it.
"What does it say?" Her mum asked.
Ginny didn't reply, but kept reading.
It is to the best of our knowledge that you are fluent in the French language.
Ginny snorted. Of course she was. Three years ago, to get her to shut up, Bill and Charlie tried a spell on her. Both spells were said at the same time, both to mute her. But instead the spells seemed to mix and formed a new spell. This one left Ginny speaking flawless French for a month. She still maintained the fluency of the language.
If you do not, please reply so we can issue you a rosetta stone. We will provide you with a list of books. If you can read French, then we will provide you these books free of charge.
We request you respond with upmost haste to ensure your spot.
Sincerly,
Madame Maxine, Headmistress.
Ginny reread the letter then looked up at her mother. "I'm going to Beauxbatons!"
Her family swarmed into the room, hugging her and congradulating her. Ginny looked at her parchment.
I have to tell Ly.
(A/N: Hope you guys like!
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