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The train arrived at the station a good 15 minutes later. France had just packed the last of his books before the outside of his compartment exploded.

Not in the literal sense, though. There were just a lot of students trying to squeeze their way out the door on the right of France's compartment! France sighed and sat back in his seat. He could just as well wait until the storm had cleared off a bit. It quite was dark outside. France wasn't completely sure where they were, but he knew it was in Scotland (he had felt the shift between England and Scotland).

The students flocked around trying to find each other and the way to the castle (he knew it was a castle, England had told him that, that bastard). A woman was shouting after the first-years, and France thought he saw Euan's prominent ears in the sea of people.

"Aren't you coming, Professor?" A voice spoke to him from the door.

It was one of the students from the compartment next door, a girl with bushy hair with a red and gold scarf around her neck. She was looking at him questionably.

"Bien sûr (of course) I am on my way", France said, getting up from the seat and putting his robe on (he had taken it off because of the heat in the train).

"Oh. Okay!", the girl said, leaving together with her friends.

Now that he was out of the train, France was surprised by the cold air. Granted, he was in Scotland, but it still came as a shock. It wasn't nearly as cold in London.

Wrapping his scarf closer around him, he realised, that he actually had no idea how to get to the school. There was a woman's voice calling out for the first-years coming from his left side. France concluded that he should ask a fellow (possibly?) teacher the way, rather than any of the students.

"Excusez-moi", France asked the woman as he came nearer. "Would you be so kind as to tell me how to get to ze castle?". Yes, France could be polite and proper when he wanted to, despite the accusations of the other countries.

"Oh, you must be the new professor!" the woman said, "My name is Wilhelmina Grubbly-Plank, Professor of Care of Magical Creatures. It's a pleasure to meet you".

"The pleasure is mine,", France replied while they shook hands. Finally, someone of age he could 'talk' with!.

"The castle is just that way." She pointed in the direction some of the students were headed. "You get on one of the carriages and they'll take you straight to the school".

Before France could reply, she shouted for the first years and began walking away. France took the clue and did the same thing, just in the opposite direction.

On the way to the school he saw a lot of things. The older students seemed to stick together in houses. The blue were with the blues, the green with the greens, and so on. There were hardly anyone who talked to someone not from their houses, and of those that did, it wasn't one of the greens. Another thing he saw were the tension between the red students and the green students. On the way he even had to stop a fight.

"Arrêtez (stop)!" France said in a loud clear voice. The boys, five in all, froze in their tracks. "What is ityou think you are doing?"

"W-We-", one of the two green ones started.

"Nothing!" the other green said quickly, "Nothing at all!"

Yeah, France didn't buy that. The boys were clearly seconds away from fighting when France had interrupted it. They looked to be around 6th or 7th years, some of them older students.

So the quarrel between the two houses wasn't just a petty thing, France thought. He remembered the 'conversation' he had walked in on at the train. It had also been a compartment full of red students and the three boys were green ones. There had to be something between the two houses.

After he had gotten the names of the five boys, he sat in the carriage with the three red ones. It wasn't that he favoured them, the green ones had just left before in an almost full carriage. If France were to choose, he probably wouldn't have gone with neither, but no matter what you could say about France and punctuality, he didn't want to be late on his first day.

When the castle came into view, France couldn't help but clap his hands toghter:

"So magnifique (magnificent)!"

"Isn't it?", one of the Gryffindors agreed, "So sad you don't get to see the faces of the new first years. That ought to be hilarious! Cormac, I remember your eyes were almost popping out of your head!"

One of the other boys, presumably Cormac, threw him a glare, "You weren't much better, Jacob! At least I knew what to expect.". He turned to France, as if first noticing he was there. "Who are you anyway?"

France looked forward to the official introduction, even just so that he would stop hearing that question.

"Why, I am ze new professor, Francis Bonnefoy!"

If England had been here, he would have asked if he was coming down with something (more accurately 'why such a long face frog, has the flu finally made you shut up?'). His behaviour was very unlike his normal self and he knew it. But he didn't know quite why. It may be because he had been with only children the entire day. He may be good with children, but children weren't good with him. His mental health needed an England, someone he could tease. Someone he could flirt with.

Well, maybe he was just tired. He had been up early, travelled in that ghastly train (the train was beautiful, but not that comfortable) for many hours, and now he had to sit through a dinner! It was sure to be so much more BORING than the usual meetings. There was always someone to hit on.

The boys were a bit surprised to find out that he was the new teacher, but oddly, didn't seem to care what he was going to teach. France found that a tad strange. It was as if everyone seemed to know, already!. England had told him that the position of Defence Against the Dark Arts was a position that often needed a new teacher (they only seemed to hold one year for some reason), so that might be why.

As they came neareed the school, they began to hear the noise of all the other students. France found that a bit comforting. He wasn't known as a quiet nation. Quite the contrary, in fact! He was known to be pretty loud and have no absolutely respect for others personal space (just ask Japan!).

France stepped out of the carriage with the three Gryffindors, (Cormac, Jacob and Henry he'd gathered along the ride, who were not the most pleasant people in the world), and followed the stream of people inside the castle. The inside of the school was just as impressive as the outside, but France still thought that Beauxbatons were more elegant in its French romantic style. Hogwarts were more medieval, but it had its charm too, with its stone walls and high, vaulted ceilings (when he said high ceiling, he meant high ceiling).

"Sorry!"muttered, someone who had bumped into France. France hadn't realised that he had stopped and quickly moved out of the way, further into the school. Over the sea of students cramming into what France assumed was the Main Hall, he was a green pointy hat. It distinguished itself by not wearing black like everyone else. A single green tree in an ocean of blackness.

In his personal opinion, the school uniform at Hogwarts was close to horrendous. It was all black, except the inner lining that were coloured in the house's colour. At Beauxbatons the uniforms changed by the year. The colour changed by what year you were in. The seventh-years wore a light blue uniform, the fourth-years were a pale orange, and the first-years had a deep blue (3). Here, it appeared, the style never changed. How boring!

But the dusk-green hat France had seen had been a pleasant surprise. It seemed that not everyone had to wear the colour black. Such a sad and depressing colour for the whole year. Black may be the fashion, but only in the last autumn and winter seasons.

As France approached the green hat, he saw it was a strict looking woman standing there with a sort of clip-board in her hand. Her robe matched her hat, a long dusk-green cape over a black dress. And France loved the colour, it fitted so well with the season and what all his fashion houses back home were working with.

So naturally the first thing he told her were.

"My my, I must say ze colour of your robe is merveilleux (wonderful). Ze green fits very well with ze season". France wasn't the metropolitan of fashion for nothing. He knew what he was talking about.

The woman, however, didn't seem to know what he talked about. She looked at France with a stern, but also a bit confused expression. Then it seemed like a thought came to her.

"Ah yes, you must be the new professor, Francis Bonnefoy?" she asked him.

"Oui, indeed I am".

"My name is Minerva McGonagall, Ttransfiguration teacher and Deputy Headmistress here", she held her hand forward and France shook it. "Welcome to Hogwarts, Francis. Just inside those doors", she pointed over to the big wooden doors all the students were entering, "You will find the Great Hall. You have to sit at the table in the other end together with the rest of the staff. I'm sure someone would be so kind as to show you the seat".

She seemed to know that Francis never had been to Hogwarts before, which was a relief, because he hadn't had any idea what to do with himself.

The Great Hall did live up to its name France had to admit. It was undisputedly... great. The ceiling was higher than in the entrance hall (if that was possible) and it was hexed to look like the night sky. France had read about it in the book, but it hardly contained any pictures of the place (none at all really) so it was just as new to France as it was to the first-years.

When he walked in, his blue robe attracted quite a lot of attention, to his delight. (He was more than pleased to stand out from the sea of black). As he walked down the side of the Slytherin table, all the way to left, he could hear the whispers as he passed. Although he couldn't hear what was said (because of the other noise in the room), he could come with an educated guess. They were probably speaking about him and who he was.

"Professor Bonnefoy," the Headmaster greeted as he reached the high table, "It's good to see you again. I hope the trip was to your liking?"

"It was quite fine", France answered while looking at the other staff. There were a very pink woman (horrible fashion choice after France opinion, way too pink) on the left of Dumbledore. Her entire being screamed power, as a matter of fact. France took her to be the woman England had talked about, the one from the Ministry. The one France had to look out for, and to keep from doing too much damage to the school. Or at least, he had to write about said damage to England, so that he could complain to the Ministry. And then again, England would say to Ireland that he should complain to the ministry, because England still couldn't do anything.

Non of the other teachers looked like each others. There was a man with greasy black hair and a crooked nose, a small older looking man (possibly half something?), a woman with very big, thick glasses and a bunch of others.

Dumbledore appointed France to a seat beside the small man and a woman who looked as if she was in her late 30's.

"Hello mademoiselle", France greeted the lady while kissing her hand, "Je m'appelle (my name is) Francis Bonnefoy and I will be teaching History here zis year".

"Why", she looked a bit flabbergasted, "Nice to meet you Mr. Bonnefoy! I'm Bathsheda Babbling, Ancient Runes professor".

France continued to flirt a bit with Bathsheda,also greeting the other man, Filius Flitwick, (the Carms professor, as he introduced himself) until the doors swung open.

McGonagall, the witch in the green robe, walked in followed by a crowd of equally terrified looking first year students. France spotted Euan Abercrombie, who looked like he was about to pass out. France tried to smile at him, but the boy was very focused at the old hat that was sitting on a chair.

What France hadn't expected, at all, was that the hat began to sing. It was quite a long song, and by the look on the students (and staff's) faces, the hat didn't usually warn.

The Sorting was about to start.

A.N.

Chapter five is now up! Sorry for the wait btw.

If any of you were confused about the update-that-wasn't-an-update, then it's because I'm new to all of this. I realized I forgot to but a disclaimer so the only way I (at that time) knew how to fix it was to take them down and repost them. So sorry about the confusion.

(3) - This is a made up fact. I know that the uniforms at Beauxbatons are light blue, but I took the liberty to make the others different colours.