So here's chapter two! Hope you guys liked the last chapter! Thanks to cc4s for reviewing! A special thanks goes out to Google Translate for helping me through my utter stupidity when it comes to speaking French. (well not complete stupidity, I know some things, but if I was translating myself, each chapter would take 6 days to come out. :D)Hope to have more reviews this chapter! I will really appreciate it! :D
The sound of the trumpets announces our arrival at the school. My heart is pounding. I don't know what to expect. I had asked my mom what the school looks like but she said that she wanted it to be a surprise. The only thing she said is that it is more like a palace than a castle.
Jack, Tilda and I slowly and shakily climb down the ladder. We are all really nervous.
"Did we mention that we are muggleborn?" Tilda says. I look to them.
"No. I am I the first witch you've talked to?"
"Well, bezides the people we got our suppliez from." Jack talks for the first time.
"Wow, and I think I am nervous." I reply, smiling at him. I am trying to cheer him up.
I go first. I slowly go down the stairs and get my first glimpse of the Beauxbaton's castle. I am breathless with the beauty of the castle. It reminds me of Buckingham Palace. The only difference is the palace is a pleasant baby blue instead of the average dull grey-brown of most castles. The grounds are covered willow trees and cherry blossom trees. The gates are made of wrought iron and resemble the Beauxbaton's coat of arms surrounded by an intricate floral design.
We follow the horn playing men to the gates. They automatically open and let us in. As we walk, I see 6 other coaches already parked. We must be the last to arrive. As we get closer, we pass a large fountain. It is of the same bluish stone as the palace and depicts a beautiful woman enveloped in a handsome wizard's arms with their wands pointed to the sky.
We finally arrive at the castle. There are grand mahogany doors at the entrance. Like the gates, they open automatically. We walk through them into a large vestibule. On either side are two large stone stairs. Even inside, everything is made of the gorgeous blue stone. Above another large set of mahogany doors is a tapestry of the Beauxbatons crest. We pass through the 2nd set of mahogany doors into hall. The hall has 3 large circular tables at the back of the hall is a long table with all the teachers sitting at it.
At the center of the group of tables stands a woman, a very very tall woman. She is flanked by a man and a woman and another woman stands behind her. Everybody is whispering. No body knew that we were to be divided. Everyone that goes to Hogwarts already knows that but I have heard that Beauxbatons is much more secretive.
We are guided to them and then ordered to stop.
"Mathilde Amedee." The tall woman calls. Her voice is very loud and deep for a woman. I quickly grab Tilda's hand and squeeze it. She walks up, shaking with fear. The 3 people walk up to her and put their wands to her head. At this point she looks like she is about to cry. Her eyes are closed and she is biting her lip to suppress the tears.
After a few moments they take their wands away and point them toward the giant woman. "Audacieux!" She yells. The people at the back right table all tip their hats to Tilda. She looks to the tall woman and she nods toward the table. Tilda skips to the table with giddiness.
"Jaques Amedee!" She calls Jack up. I am surprised. He is reacting the opposite to what I expected. I expected him to cry or at least act shy. It takes no time at all for her to answer with "Angélique!"
Next is Collete Archambault who becomes is deemed part of Eclat. (A/N: Can't but the capitol version of the French symbol. Oh well. Just know it has a line over it.) A while later, there was Gilbert Prunier.
"Chantal Weasley." She calls in her booming voice. I gasp. I walk over to the people. They point their wands to my head. The minute they touch my scalp, my brain goes fuzzy. It feels like a tickling sensation. The tickles travel down my body and disappear in my feet.
They take the wands away. "Angélique!" She yells. I glance over to the table. They tip their hats to me. Jack is obviously trying to hold back a smile. He makes a face. I act flattered because I know he is just trying to act tough for me. It's cute. I sit next to him and he seems very happy with his performance.
They finish separating the other kids then the tall woman begins to speak, "Bienvenue à Beauxbatons. For you English speakerz, velcome to Beauxbatons."
There is a mixture of "Heureux d'être ici." And "Glad to be here"s from the older students. She speaks in French for a bit then says the same thing in English.
"For you younger students: don't swim in the fountain," We laugh. "don't ride the unicorns and especially don't leave your dormitories at night. Strange things roam the corridors." There are a couple older students nodding, others were just laughing and shaking their heads, especially over at the Audacieux table.
The woman, who by now I assume is Madame Maxime, seems serious so I take her word to heart. No sneaking out at night.
"Now, we will start our fantastic meal." She throws her hands out and there is a large whooshing sound as menus appear in front of us and our goblets are filled with water.
A kind looking girl who looks to be in her sixth year sees my confusion, "You point to the bread you vant and it will appear on your plate. We only eat bread for appetizers so don't ask. The teachers want us to stay thin and beautiful like our reputation says. When you are done with that you may continue onto the entrée then dessert." At random I point to one that looks appetizing. On my china plate appears three slices of ficelle bread with a dish of butter and a butter knife.
I eat it gratefully. I haven't eaten hardly anything all day. I am famished. For the entrée I decide on soupe au pistou. I finish the delicious meal off with a sweet crepe filled with whipped cream and marmalade. I was positively full.
"Bon jour!" The girl who helped me before says. "I am the Tête Fille Préfet and you are to follow me to the dorms. All of your things are already on your bed." And she is off.
We follow her up the stairs. We don't, however, walk up the stairs. They are enchanted to act like escalators that you ride in train stations. It was very cool. We continued up to the 4th floor and continued up to a statue of a gorgeous woman holding her cloak out.
"En ce jour du 1er Août, nous frappons à la porte d'Aphrodite et de demander que son accès subvention Seigneurie pour nous êtres moindre." I loosely translate this to: "On this day of August 1st we knock on Aphrodite's door and ask that her ladyship grant access for us lesser beings." Aphrodite pulls away her cloak and we enter into the common room.
It is large with beautiful vaulted ceilings and tall stained-glass windows. As the rest of the palace, the walls and everything is blue: even the fire. We walk around the large circular sofa.
(A/N: I am going to stop typing in an accent, so just imagine it is there.)
"Now, girls sleep in the right wing, boys on the left. This year you are in the first room and as the years go on you will keep on moving to the next room of the hallway. At the end of the hallway is a bathroom with showers, baths and toilets and everything else you need. Remember not to sneak out at night otherwise you will be severely punished." I nod vigorously. I would never think of committing a crime like that.
The other girls and I the go to our room. There is a sharp intake of breath when the doors open. The beds are queen sized and the most interesting thing is that they are floating. We are all giggling. We go into the room. I change into my silk nightgown and snuggle under the silk sheets. It is very comfortable and I immediately fall into fantasies of what will happen tomorrow.
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