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Haha yes! Hongice!
Me: HAHA YES MFing HONGICE!
In the beginning of this everyone is looking at everything i had to open a freaking thesaurus jfc on a bike save me!
"Please follow me", said Professor McGonagall, "first years to the front... and don't push..."
They marched down the front steps and formed rows in front of the castle. It was a cold, clear evening; dusk was falling and the moon, seeming pale and translucent, had already risen above the forbidden forest. Harry, standing next to Ron and Hermione in the fourth row, could see Leon and Emil in the fifth row, standing close together. Leon tried to steal some warmth from Emil who was unaffected by the autumn chill. Instead of excited like everybody else the normally stoic Emil looked rather apprehensive.
"Almost six", said Ron, squinting at his watch. He impatiently glanced down the path to the castle gates. "How will they arrive you recon? By train?"
"I doubt it", said Hermione
"Then how? By broom?", guessed Harry, eyeing the starry sky.
"Don't think so... If they have to travel this far..."
"With a portkey?", Ron offered. "Or they could apparate-"
"You can't apparate on Hogwarts grounds, how many times do I have to tell you?", whispered Hermione harshly.
Excitedly they surveyed the castle grounds, where night was falling now, but nothing moved; everything was peaceful, quiet and basically like always.
Harry was starting to get cold. He envied Emil but quickly changed his mind after seeing how tightly Leon clung onto the blonde Ravenclaw now. If they would just hurry up... maybe the foreign students were preparing for a dramatic entrance... he remembered what Mr. Weasely said on the camping site at the Quiddich World Cup- "Always the same, we just can't stop boasting when we gather..."
And then Dumbledore called from the last row, where he was standing with the other teachers (a very constipated looking Kirkland standing right next to him) – "Ah! If I'm not wrong the Beauxbatons delegation is arriving!"
"There!", Leon cried and pointed towards the forest, temporarily loosening his grip on Emil.
Something big, much bigger than a broom – or even a hundred brooms –, came flying in soft waves across the deep blue sky towards the Castle.
"A dragon!", screamed an over exited Peter, jumping a bit but stopping and frowning at his arms and legs shortly after.
"It's not, stupid", his brown haired friend snarked at him, "It's a flying house!"
She was already pretty close with her guess...
When the giant black figure touched the tops of the forbidden forest and entered the light emitting from the castle windows they saw that it was a gigantic blue grey carriage the size of a family home. It was pulled through the air by a dozen pegasi, all of them the size of elephants.
The first three rows of students stepped back as the carriage tilted downwards and started to land at a breakneck speed. And then, with a deafening bang that caused Peter to jump on a third year Slytherin's foot (they had to be taken to the hospital afterwards because apparently little Peter had somehow broken their foot with his weight), the horses stood on solid ground. A second later the carriage landed, bouncing on its giant wheels while the horses threw back their heads and rolled their giant eyes.
Harry could just make out two crossed golden wands emitting three sparks each painted on the door of the carriage when it already opened.
A boy in pale blue robes jumped out, bent down and after tinkering a bit with the floor of the carriage pulled out foldable golden stairs. He jumped back respectfully afterwards. Harry saw a black high heel the size of a kids sleigh emerge from the carriage followed by the tallest woman he had ever seen. After her followed a man with shoulder length blonde hair wearing dark blue robes, a brunette man wearing a brown sort of muggle uniform and a white haired man in a get up that would have aunt Petunia faint from shock: High black boots, ripped black jeans, a shirt with a skull on it[1] and a leather jacket that looked like it had seen better days.
Dumbledore started clapping, the students following his example, many getting on their tip toes to get a better look at the newcomers.
While the woman started smiling and approaching Professor Dumbledore the blonde man quickly made his way towards Professor Kirkland.
"Angleterre!", he screamed "Ohonhonhonhon I 'avent seen 'ou in months, non?"
"Frog.", Professor Kirkland responded, looking pissed off.
Their conversation was quickly drowned out by Professor Dumbledore greeting the headmistress of Beauxbatons, Madame Maxime. Harry could only make out a few more words, "Gilbert... Trio... basement..."
He looked at the other two men, the taller albino had his arm slung around the brunette as they both stood a few steps behind 'Frog', smiling.
[1] Fun fact: I once had to convince a classmate that the English term for death eaters is not, in fact, misfits.
Ok, so, I tried with the accent... don't kill me.
So on a side note, Gilbert is one of the pillars of my mental health at the moment. the guy survives on being awesome and living in his brothers basement, life goals much? Being so awesome that the awesome is enough to keep you alive? AWESOME!