Ginny tilted her head back as the hot water ran across her face, she loved the showers at Beauxbatons, Hogwarts showers were so overcomplicated, with hundreds of taps and plenty of grim smelling soaps. It was one of the things she liked about her new school. At the end of her second year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and wizardry, Ginny's mother, Molly Weasley, had had enough, her daughter had been drugged with love potions, her son had almost been killed and had been posessed by the Dark Lord Voldemort and a close family friend, Harry Potter (or Black, as he had wished to be called) had died saving his life. Mrs Weasley had made up her mind, her youngest two Weasleys wouldn't return for their third year at Hogwarts. Unsurprisingly, this had not been badly recieved by the two, though they would miss their friends, the school held too many memories for it to be a nice enviroment to live.

Grabbing a towel, Ginny stepped out of the steaming shower, skin slightly pink from the heat she began to dry herself down before slipping on her regulation, and stunningly beautiful, blue silk robes. Despite having been at the school for several months already, she still could not believe the level of finery her school posessed. Back at Hogwarts,she would have destroyed such robes in some form of firey explosion that she likely would have caused when playing around with her best friend, Harry, but rule wise, Beauxbatons was much stricter then Hogwarts, so her robes remained in tact. Grabbing her school bag, she slid out of the door. Unlike Hogwarts, each student had their own room, which was situated on the same coridoor as the other girls in her year group, and everything was simply laid out so there was little chance of getting lost. Wandering past an ice sculpture, Ginny bounced down the hall, trying not to step on the cracks in the stone floor as she went. Finally, she reached the lunch hall.

Long pilars held up the high ceiling, and each pillar was made of clear glass or cyrstal (she wasn't sure which) and icey rivuletes of water poured down them, dissapearing as they touched the floor. The tables were long and made of white marble with similarly marble benches with white leather cushions. The ceiling above them glimmered with black stone that had a spread of other fine stones throughout it and fairies flitted around with servings of juice. Overall, the room was like something out of a childrens story.

Ginny slid into an empty seat, accepting a glass of cranberry juice from a pretty fairy and fidlling with her cutlery absentmindedly as she waited for dinner to begin. People filed in and Ginny noticed her brother wander in cheerfully (he was always cheerful when it came to food), he took a seat opposite her, and grinned sheepsihly.

"Hey," he said, eyes flickering between Ginny and the empty plate in front of him, Ginny supressed an eyeroll,

"Hey," she said, Beauxbatons was a school that spoke french, but despite there being multiple language spells that allowed the two Weasleys to converse with their fellow students, when in eachother's company they slipped back into their native tongue. The clock hit seven and let out a loud chime, signalling the beginning of dinner, the plates before them filled and immediatly, Ron began to eat, all notions of conversation flead when faced with food.

"Well, well, what do we have here? Ronald Weasley, eating? Why, I've never seen such a sight before in my life!" A figure slid into the empty seat next to Ron and Ginny laughed,

"Shut up," Ron grumbled through a mouth of food, not bothering to glance at his friend, Frances had befriended the Weasleys on their first day, his father was a rich business man and his mother was a veela, the combination made him both envied and adored by his fellow students. Flipping his hair out of his eyes with a practised air, he cast a wink at some fifth year girls down the table, who burst into giggles and went back to whispering, turning back to the two Weasleys, Frances grinned,

"You'll never guess what my father found out." He said excitedly, reaching into his pocket, he pulled out a roll of parchment, unrolling it, he read out, leaning forwards so only his friends could hear, "I'm sorry that my letters haven't been as frequent as they usually are, but I have been in and out of Council meetings, there are plans for a Triwizard Tournament, which will hopefully begin next year, a competition will take place between Beauxbatons, Durmstrang and Hogwarts, I am aiming to arrange it that your year and the year above you are sent to the hosting school, your year as spectators because you are not old enough to participate, and the year above as possible competitors. It will be a good opportunity to forge alliances in other countries." Frances rolled the letter back up, sliding it back into his pocket, the rest had nothing of interest to the two. Ginny toyed with her food, spinning her spagetti around her fork mindlessly, glancing at Ron, who had slowed down his eating pace, she said,

"So we're going to get to see our friends from Hogwarts." she smiled slightly, and Ron nodded, Frances grinned,

"Yes! And you're going to introduce me to them so I can 'forge alliances in other countries' and meet pretty girls because we all know English girls dig a french accent, and I'm going to meet Peeves!" the boy's heavily accented english got so fast and difficult to understand that even Ron cracked a smile,

"Calm down, it's a year away." Ron said, through a mouthful of spagetti, Ginny grimmaced, but Frances didn't even notice, he was too busy bouncing on his seat and muttering english phrases in a seductive voice,

"The post office is two miles down the road." he said, waggling his eyebrows as he did so.

"Oh catch me, I feel faint..." Mocked Ginny, placing her hand to her forehead in a pantomime manner. A pea smacked her between the eyes,

"Don't mock," said Frances, "It will work, I know it will." He grinned, taking a sip of his juice, "The ladies love me."

Ginny rolled her eyes and thought about Hogwarts. It would be nice to go and see her old school and freinds, hopefully, no one would die this time.

TBC

Yeah, so the next few chapters will focus on where everyone is, and what they are like for the next while. Please R&R, Frances is an OC, let me know if you want him to become a main character, because as it is, he can either become an important member of the gang, or he can just become a minor character, let me know!