The Students of Beauxbatons and Drumstrang!
One week, (and many failed attempts to talk the boys out of the Tri-Wizard Tournament) later, the students and staff of Hogwarts were patiently awaiting the arrival of Beauxbatons and Drumstrang. Although one student in particular was the only one complaining.
"That was completely unnecessary y-you ass hat!" A soaking wet Lovino shouted as Kiku and Feliciano pulled him out of the water. "And now I'm freezing my ass off in freaking September!"
"Isn't it arways cord in Engrand, Rovino-kun." Kiku pointed out.
"No, it is not." Arthur said from behind them. "First of all, You're only cold because someone pushed you into the lake. Secondly, Hogwarts is located in Scotland, not England."
"My aporogies, Arthur."
"Oh wow," Lovino said sarcastically. "And I w-w-wonder who pushed me in there in the first place?!" The Italian glared over to Gilbert, who was trying to keep himself from laughing.
"Vhat?" He snickered. "I didn't do anything."
"Don't worry, fratello!" Feliciano said cheerfully as he pulled out his wand. "I can fix it!"
"Nien." Ludwig stated. "You'll set something on fire."
"But that only happened once!" Kiku sighed.
"I'rr do it." Kiku took out his wand and dried off Lovino's robes.
The sound of three sets of feet rushed to their ears. Rosaria, Michelle and a Liechtensteinerin girl came running up towards them.
Lili Zwingli, Hufflepuff fourth year
"Ciao!" Rosaria greeted happily. "What did we miss?"
"Rosaria," Lili said in her Germanic accent. "Would you please tell us vhen you are going to start running?"
"We are not as fast as you." Michelle said, wiping sweat off her forehead.
"Scusa." Rosaria said. "I'm just so exicted to meet the students from the other schools!"
"But you promised your big brother that you wouldn't run off!" said Lili. From behind them, Lovino had overheard their conversation and had begun to develop what I like to call his "overprotective brotherly aura". This was shared with three people in the school: Lovino himself, Feliciano (expect it wasn't as terrifying) and Lili's older brother, Basch.
"What was that?" Lovino said rather darkly as he placed a hand on Rosaria's shoulder. She jumped a but, scared by him. She turned around to see Lovino.
"I can't help myself, Lovi!" Rosaria said. "I'm just so excited! Aren't any of you?"
"I am!" Feliciano said happily. The pair smiled brightly. Michelle then lunged forward.
"Hey!" She said, pointing towards the sky. "Look at zat!"
"What?" Feliciano asked. "I don't see anything!" Suddenly, Francis appeared next to his sister.
"It's ze Beauxbatons carriage. If I remember, it iz 'ow zey arrive." He said with a grin. "Ze people of my 'omeland are 'ere!"
A powdery blue carriage landed in front of the Hogwarts students. One by one, the Beauxbatons students exited in their blue uniforms. Leading them was a beautiful French woman with dark brown hair and dazzling violet eyes. One of the students was moving swiftly by her side. This student had bright blue eyes, hidden by a pair of glasses and a long, blonde braid that fell over her shoulder. Spying these two, the Bonnefoy siblings smiled.
"What's with the smile?" Arthur asked as he took a step away.
"Nozing, you need to worry about Angleterre." Francis said, using the nickname he gave Arthur. "We just saw some family zat's all."
The girl walking next to the woman spotted the two and gave a smile as a greeting.
"Dude, is that your cousin or something?" Alfred said rudely.
"She iz Francis's 'alf-sister." Michelle explained. "And my adopted one."
"Who vas zhat voman she vas valking vith?" Gilbert asked.
"Maman." The pair answered. Both the Allies and Axis stared at them.
"How the hell can your mother be at a different school?!" Lovino asked.
"She lives in France." Francis said. "Now, be a good Italian and stop asking questions." Francis patted Lovino on the head until he batted the French teen's hand away.
"Don't touch me." Francis laughed.
"Ze only one I want to touch is zis one." He said, pointing to Arthur.
"Like bloody hell you will!" Arthur snapped. "I am a British gentleman and I expect to be treated like one!"
"You don't act like it. If I recall, your ze black sheep of ze school."
"Don't call me that!" The pair began to argue, and ended up trying to strangle the other. Feliciano and Yao ended up pulling them apart.
"Please stop fighting!" Feliciano said, struggling to keep a hold on Arthur.
"You'll give our school a bad reputation, aru!" Yao said, holding Francis in place. They released both boys who began to glare at each other.
"Here comes Drumstrang." Ivan spoke as a boat came out onto the water. All heads turned to face the group.
"Weren't you and your sisters suppose to attend that school?" Yao asked the Russian. Ivan nodded.
"Why don't you attend?" asked a curious Kiku.
"Semeynyye voprosy." Ivan said in Russian. The other students stared at him, since few of them knew very little Russian. "Family issues."
"So zhat makes at least eight people I know of in zhe school vith family issues." Gilbert said, counting the number of his fingers.
"Eight?" Ludwig said, raising an eyebrow. Gilbert nodded.
"Me und you, Ivan und his schwestern, und zhese three." He gestured over to the Vargas siblings.
"They have family issues?" Alfred asked. "They look fine when ever the subject's brought up."
"Vell...it'z an interesting story actually. Und-" Ludwig covered his brother's mouth to stop his talking.
"Und it's not our story to tell." He said before letting him go. The German(s) looked over to the Italians, who had been listening to their conversation. Both Feliciano and Lovino shuddered at this, but Rosaria, who had been watching the Drumstrang students, seemed unfazed.
As the students got off the boat, the Hogwarts lot could see their uniforms of a deep blood red. Leading them was an intimidating Russian man, whose clothing was like that of his eyes and hair-a dark gray. Very few students took notice when Ivan, one of the scariest people in the school, took a few steps back when he came near.
One of the Drumstrang students, a boy with dark hair, took notice of the little group, but mostly Rosaria. He smiled and gave a shy wave to her. Rosaria began to blush like a tomato as Lovino's overprotective brotherly aura began to develop once more.
"Let's get back inside." He said and grabbed his sister's hand. Rosaria jerked it out of his grip.
"Would you stop?" She said angrily. "I'm fourteen years old and I'm going to be fifteen in three months. I can walk myself."
"I don't care." Lovino went to take hold of Rosaria once again, but she backed away from him.
"Fratello," Feliciano interuppted, trying to stop them. "I really don't think you two should-"
"I'm not the little girl that used to follow you and Feli around!" Rosaria snapped. "I don't need you hovering over me ever single second!"
"Yes, but you're my sorellina, in case you have forgotten!" Lovino spat back. "And I don't want people to look, thinking, or anything else in a romantic way about you!"
"I can think for myself, Lovino! Just...just leave me alone!" The Sicilian girl walked away in anger, Michelle and Lili following not to far behind to make sure their friend was alright. An awkward silence fell upon both Allies and Axis.
After a minute or two, the two groups began to file back in to the building.
"I know it is not my prace to be asking," Kiku said to Feliciano, since Lovino was still seething. "But, why is Rovino-kun so overprotective of Rosaria-san?" Feliciano looked at his brother, who wasn't paying attention to the conversation, but was muttering several Italian phrases under his breath.
"Fratello just gets worried about her." Feliciano explained, "He doesn't want to see our sorella get hurt."
"Vhy?" Ludwig asked. "Zhe only thing your schwester can't do herself iz stop herself from being bullied. Ve und Michelle und Lili take care of zhat."
"Ja," Gilbert stated. "Und don't you three have a mother und father to do zhat?" Ludwig groaned into his hand before hitting his brother in the back of the head. "Vhat vas zhat for?!"
"For being an idiot. It iz a personal subject ve all agreed not to speak about!"
"You did. I didn't. So, Feliciano, tell us!"
"Our madre is gone." Feliciano said, looking rather upset. "And our padre is in a Muggle prison."
"Holy Scheiße." Gilbert said under his breath. "Vhat happened?"
"I really don't want to-"
"Our father killed Mama." Lovino said darkly, finally taking notice in the conversation. "He was a Muggle who hated magic. Mama thought she could keep our magic and her own a secret, but he found out anyways about Mama and us. Rosaria was too young at the time to remember what happened on that terrible night, but it still burns in my mind..." Lovino's mind flashbacked to that terrible night as he told the Axis the story.
A pair of three year old twins sat next to their mother, a beautiful woman with curly auburn hair and hazel eyes, as she sang to them.
"Draw a circle, there's the Earth." She sang, creating vivid images with her wand. Her husband, the children's father, was working late that night. Diana Vargas, as she still called herself by her maiden name, (and had also given it to her children), was allowed to use the magic she had to keep hidden for so long. "Looking closely, there's the Earth. Or maybe it's the Earth? We are Italy. Ah, what a wonderful world seen just the stroke of a brush. Let's have a toast with our boots. Italia!"
Both the twins, named Lovino and Feliciano, smiled and clapped at the woman's singing. Diana laughed at her two boys, who had already begun to develop their own magic. It was becoming harder and harder to hide her secret from her husband, who hated magic and wanted to rid the Earth of it.
"Come on, miei piccoli maghi." She said, picking up Feliciano and Lovino. "It's time for you two sleep."
"But I'm not tired, Mama!" A little Lovino yawned. Diana laughed as she carried the boys upstairs and put them into their beds.
"Buona notte miei figli." She said, kissing each one of them on the forehead.
"Buona Mamma notte." The boys replied as they fell asleep.
Lovino was awakened by a loud crash. He turned over to face his feminine twin, who was still sound asleep.
'He can sleep through anything, can't he?' Lovino thought as he tried to go back to sleep. Another loud crash and their mother's voice took away any chance of sleep he had left. Lovino yawned.
"What is going on down there, a party?" He grumbled to himself. By now, Feliciano was awake, and had gotten scared. Lovino looked over to see the boy scurrying across the floor and try to climb into his twin's bed.
"Go sleep in your own bed!" Lovino said sleepily.
"But I'm scared, fratello." Feliciano said in his high-pitched voice. "Can I please sleep with you?"
"Grr...Fine. But only this once!" Lovino pulled his twin onto his bed. The boy didn't want to admit it, but he was scared, too. The pair tried their best to get back to sleep, but loud crashes and their mother's voice kept them awake. Then, a loud scream travelled into their bedroom. Both boys, terrifed by now, reluctantly jumped out of bed to investigate. Their feet quietly padded the hallway floor. Feliciano took a peek into their baby sister's room to make sure she was still asleep. She was. The boys continued their trek and made it to the stairs. Carefully and quietly, they crept down the stairs. The sight the came across was unholy. The boys covered each other's mouths to keep the other from screaming. Their father was standing over the bleeding form of their mother and held a knife in his bloody hands. Diana's wand laid beside her, snapped into cleanly into two pieces. The boys ran back up the stairs. They heard their father's laughter. The boys locked eyes. Both amber and hazel orbs were filled with fear. A loud cry pierced their ears. In a moment of panic, both boys ran to Rosaria's bedroom, locking the door behind them. Feliciano went to the child and sang quietly to calm her. This worked because her crying ceased. A heavy set of thuds echoed throughout the room. Feliciano took Rosaria out of her crib and handed her to Lovino. The door flew open, and the man they once called Papa stood before them.
"My dear boys," he said. "I want you to give me Rosaria. Now."
"Like hell we will! You're going to hurt her like you hurt Mama!" Lovino spat.
"Lovino Romano Vargas, don't disrespect your father!" He turned to Feliciano. "Feliciano, I know you'll be a good boy and-"
"No!" Feliciano cried, taking a few steps forward. "Just because we're special like Mama you want to hurt us! I won't let you!"
"Out of my way, you brat!" Their father advanced towards Feliciano, slicing across the soft flesh of his stomach and flinging him against the wall. The boy fell to the ground, blood leaking slowly out from under him. Lovino's eyes went wild as their father came towards him.
"S-stay away, y-you..." Lovino said, trying to sound threatening. He backed away with every step his father came closer until he hit the wall.
"Nowhere to run." The man growled. "Nowhere to hide." He raised the blade.
"NO!" Lovino shouted as he covered the baby girl with his own body. There was a bright flash, and then pitch black.
"We woke up in the hospital a few hours later." Lovino said, finishing up his story. "Apparently the magic developing inside Feliciano and I saved our asses. Our father got twenty to life and Grandpa got custody over us. We swore never to tell Rosaria what happened that night. End of story."
"That's the reason you are overprotective." Kiku said calmly. "You are fearfur that someone might harm your sister for a similar reason."
"That is mostly the reason." Lovino said.
The students arrived back at the Great Hall. From between Feliciano, Lovino and Rosaria glared at each other.
"Is there something important we missed?" Tino asked curiously. Feliciano quickly explained the situation. As he finished his story, Vladimir walked over to his housemates with the same Drumstrang student that waved to Rosaria.
"Who's your friend, Vlad?" Antonio asked.
"Zis is ze friend I vas talking about." Vladimir answered. "Meet my friend, Aleksander Hinova." Aleksander gave a slight wave while Lovino turned his glare onto him.
"Nice to meet you." Matthew said politely.
"It's nice to meet you all as well." Aleksander said as he and Vladimir sat down. Lovino continued to glare at the Drumstrang student, until Antonio elbowed him to stop...which he didn't.
"Where are you from?" asked Feliciano curiously.
"Bulgaria." Aleksander answered. "My family moved father North so they could be close to me during school." The boy still had yet to notice the Italian glaring at him.
"Can you please stop, fratello?" Feliciano whispered to his brother.
"I don't like the way he's looking at our sister." Lovino whispered back. "In fact, I don't like him. Period."
"You don't have to like him. Just please stop glaring. It's starting to get creepy!"
"No! I'd rather kiss the tomato bastard than take my eyes off of him for one second!"
"But Rosaria's already mad at you. She's going to madder!"
"I can hear everything you two are saying." Rosaria stated. "And I am still mad at you, Lovino!" Feliciano laughed nervously.
"Well, fine!" The eldest Vargas twin snapped. "Stay pissed off at me for all I care!"
"Is this normal?" Aleksander asked. Antonio nodded. That's when things, from Lovino's point of view anyway, went downhill. Because Aleksander had noticed Rosaria.
"Zdraveĭte." He said to the Italian girl. "I'm Aleksander. And who am I speaking to?"
"R-Rosaria Vargas." Rosaria said, a light blush developing on her face.
"That's a very beautiful name for a beautiful girl." Aleksander smiled.
"G-Grazie." Rosaria's blush began to deepen as she and Aleksander began to talk. Meanwhile, Lovino had broken the glass in his hand and Katyusha was whispering something to Tino.
"Your hand, Lovino." Antonio said. The Italian boy looked down. Blood was leaking it's way through his fist. Sighing, Feliciano pulled out his wand and healed it, due to the fact he had become quite acquainted with healing charms. "You really need to control your temper, mi amigo."
"Shut up, tomato bastard." Lovino said, repairing the glass.
"I think Rosaria and Aleksander look cute together." Tino stated. Lovino almost choked on the liquid his was drinking.
"Ta," Katyusha added. "I agree."
"Whose side are you on?!" Lovino said angrily.
"No one's!" The Finn and Ukrainian said quickly. Then, Aleksander and Rosaria began laughing. Lovino's eye began to twitch as be broke the glass again.
Lovino's failure to control his temper was sidetracked as two women pushed a tarp covered object into the hall. All heads turned to them. The first woman had beautiful blonde hair and startlingly green eyes.
Brianna Jones-Kirkland, Care of Magical Creatures teacher and mother of the Kirkland family. Her sister is Kaya Jones.
The second woman had a beautiful tan, dual braided dark hair and sparkling dark eyes. Her clothing, hair and fingernails had a good layer of dirt on and under them.
Kaya Jones, Herbology teacher and mother to Matthew Williams and Alfred Jones. Her sister is Brianna Jones-Kirkland.
The two women wheeled the object to the front of the Hall before taking their seats with the staff. Professor Vargas stood up and thanked the teachers.
"I am proud to give a warm welcome to the students of Beauxbatons Academy and their headmistress, Marianne Bonnefoy." The French woman that lead her students in stood up. "And to the students of the Drumstrang Institute and thier headmaster, Nikolai Volkov." The Russian man who headed the Drumstrang students stood. There was a brief round of applause. The French woman and Russian both took their seats. "I remind my own students, as well as our visiting schools, that students who are of age, or will be of age this coming year, are only allowed to enter the Tri-Wizard Tournament. To chose our champions, we shall be using this!" Vargas grabbed the tarp and pulled it off in one swift move. Underneath was a wooden cup on a pedestal. Once the fabric left it, brilliant blue and white flames began dancing from it. Several of the students gasped. "To enter, write your name and the name of your school on a piece of parchment and just throw it into the flames. In one week's time, the champions will be chosen! Good luck!"
Once the speech was done, Gilbert decided to ask the Beauxbatons girl that had sat with them, as well as Francis and Michelle, some questions. The girl who had sat with them was the same girl who had been walking besides Madame Bonnefoy.
"How zhe hell do you two have zhe same name as zhe Beauxbatons teacher?" Gilbert asked the two.
"She iz our maman, why else?" Francis said. The other Slytherins stared at him. "Did I forget to mention zat?" He and Michelle snickered. Arthur, who was ignoring the French teen as usual, turned his attention towards the girl.
"So, I'm guessing you're Monica, then?" He asked. The girl nodded.
"Oui." She said in a light French accent. "I am." Arthur looked the girl over.
"You're quite different from what I expected." At this, Monica glanced over at Francis.
"I take zat as a compliment. Because, unlike my brother, I am a proper French person."
"What iz zat supposed to mean?!" Francis said, feeling very insulted. Arthur smirked.
"I like her."
By now, no one had noticed the fact that Natalia had latched herself onto her brother and Ivan wasn't attempting to pry her off, as he normally would. The pair were whispering to each other in Russian and Belarusian, in order to keep their conversation private. Glancing over, the English teenager noticed this odd sight.
"What's up with you two?" He asked. The attention turned from the French siblings to the pair. "Ivan's not trying to get Natalia as far away from him as possible. Are you-"
"N-nothing." Natalia said. Unlike normal, her cold voice was cracking. A dark aura began to surround the Russian.
"It is not of your business, Kirkland." Ivan said darkly, muttered "kolkolkol" under his breath. Hanna, ignoring Ivan, went to speak to Natalia.
"Hey Nat, are you okay?" Hanna said out of concern. "Your voice is cracking." Natalia didn't answer, but continued to stare at the table.
"We are never discussing it. So if you want my pipe driven through your skulls, I would be quiet." The Slytherins shuddered. By now Hanna, would had never dealt with Ivan like this face-to-face, put her hands on the table and stood.
"Excuse me for trying to be a good friend!" She snapped. "I was trying to help!" Ivan reached into his uniform and began to pull out his ever present pipe.
"Shut up." He stated harshly.
"Put that goddamn thing away!" Arthur said to him. "I don't want any blood or death this year because someone pissed you off!"
"I said to shut up." Ivan almost slammed the metal object on the table in anger, but stopped just before it hit the wood. He quickly put it away. Several Slytherins blinked in confusion.
"Zis year?" Monica said, confused. "Are you saying 'e's killed zat zing?" A chorus of agreements in different languages were spoken by the students around her.
"Ivan is one of those people you don't want to get angry." Arthur said, glancing at the Russian.
"I think I still have the scar somevhere." Gilbert added.
"Do I-" Monica began to ask.
"Gilbert used to bully Ivan first year." Francis explained. "Zat was until zey fell into ze lake...when it was frozen."
"He pulled me out and zhen started to choke me!" Gilbert said angrily.
"Mathias still has the pictures." Hanna snickered. Groaning, Gilbert slammed his head on the table.
"Note to self: Kick your bruder's unawesome ass!"
"Don't you touch my brother!" Angry with the two's angruing, Arthur grabbed both of them by their hair and slammed their heads on the table before releasing them.
"Both of you, stop acting like five year olds!" He said through his teeth. "Or better yet, stop acting like Alfred!" Hanna grabbed the cup Arthur was drinking from and switched it with her own while he was ranting. Once he was done, the Brit grabbed the drink and was about to bring it to his mouth.
"Are you insane?!" Francis said to Hanna. He had taken notice in what she had done.
"What are you talking about?" Arthur asked. Francis glared over at the Greenlandic before speaking.
"She switched out your drink with 'er own." Arthur looked at the caramelized liquid in the cup setting it down.
"Hanna Kølher..." He said. "Are you bloody insane?!"
"Oh come on!" Hanna whined. "Drunk Arthur is so much more fun than normal Arthur!"
"What 'appens when 'e gets drunk?" Monica asked her brother.
"You don't want to know." The Slytherins said.
"Just one time and I don't hear the end of it." Arthur muttered to himself.
"Angleterre does not 'andle 'is liquor and alcohol very well." Francis stated.
"Zhat's because you vent all...vell...Francis on us!" Gilbert said, trying not to insult his fellow Bad Touch Trio member.
"Stop insulting me! Love is somezing zat iz not forced!" Francis said, defending his pride.
"Yet you try." Hanna said, taking back her drink.
"Shut up! You're just as bad as him!"
"Hey!" Hanna said defensively. "Hey! I can cook! Ask Mathias or Lukas! And at least I don't have caterpillars growing on my face!"
"You take that back, you Greenlandic psychopath!" Arthur said, offended. "And I believe he was referring to your drinking problem!"
"Hey! You try living with Mathias and NOT develop a drinking problem!" Hanna spat back.
"Stop releasing all of zhat sexual tension!" Gilbert said angrily. "Zhat iz Arthur's und Francey-Pants' jobs!"
"I know, Gil." Hanna groaned. "I'm one of the people that want them to just shut up and get together."
"Zhen stop ruining zhe FrUK!" Francis and Arthur looked at him. "Vhat? It'z vhat Elizabeta call you two. She has names like zhat for almost everyone."
"I'm not! He just hates me!" Hanna said, gesturing to the prefect. "And besides... FRUK WILL LIVE!" Gilbert and Hanna high-fived each other as Arthur began to bang his head on the table.
"Iz zis normal?" Monica asked Michelle.
"Oui." Michelle answered. "Welcome to 'Ogwarts."
And the students of Beauxbatons and Drumstrang have arrived! We are also so close to finding out who the champions are! As it turns out, the family problems in this school run deeper than you would expect. I do believe that Lovino needs dial down that overprotective brotherly aura of his. Either that or I might not be able to continue the story. And a quick message to all those who don't agree with my pairings...
STOP INTERFERING WITH MY COUPLES LIKE FRANCIS MESSES WITH ARTHUR'S NEEDLEWORK!
So, who do you believe the Hogwarts Champion will be?
Next Time on Hogwarts from Around the World!
The Tri-Wizard Champions!
See you then!