Amour

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Sorry for the shitty french, google translate is my new best friend, everyone is in 6th year

Okay this is a message as I'm on chapter 28 but I do apologise if the writing is very 2016 y/n vibes (aka cringe) but i promise it does get better after about chapter 10!

"Sommes-nous prêts?" Are we ready?  

The class of 40 were all filing into a large, pegasus drawn carriage. Undetectable extension charm producing more than enough space. The annual Triwizard Tournament was due to commence the following week, held at Hogwarts this year. 

Sirius sat himself next to Charlotte Abreo, a pretty brunette girl who he had spoken with a few times back at school. Despite being a rather popular guy, none of his 'main' friends had been chosen to participate. After all, winning was everything for Beauxbatons.   

Visiting Hogwarts was going to be strange, though. The Blacks were originally an England based family, Slytherin enthusiasts, pureblood maniacs, but after an incident involving Sirius' grandmother, Melania McMallan, they were forced to relocate. His mother refused to speak of what happened, only that France was the best place for him.

Like she cared what happened to him.  

The carriage took flight a few minutes later, the soft greens and yellows faded away, consumed by a haze, the smells of fresh bread replaced with the salt of the North Atlantic. The ride was no longer than a few hours, not that Sirius knew, he had fallen asleep ten minutes in. 

"Se lever!" Charlotte groaned beside him, poking the top of his head. Get up!. 

"Hmm?" He blinked around the room, multiple Charlotte's blending back into one, "Sommes-nous là?" Are we there?

"Non tu t'es endormi sur moi," She raised an eyebrow. No you fell asleep on me.

"Quel chanceux étes-vous" He grinned, rubbing his forehead. Lucky you. 

"Prick" She said under her breath, looking out the window. She knew he wasn't being legit though, Sirius was as straight as a circle. 

"Je comprends l'anglais aussie, tu sais" Sirius scoffed, holding a hand to his heart. I understand English too, you know.

"Je sais" She got up, walking out the door. I know. 

"Donc nous sommes ici!?" He rolled his eyes, grabbing his uniform to change. So we are here!?

Beauxbatons uniform was very blue. Light, to be exact, flowing robes of carolina over a white oxford shirt, navy tie and navy slacks for the boys, girls with a carolina skirt. Sirius could tolerate most of it, but he wouldn't be caught dead in a pair of navy slacks, so he substituted them for a pair of blue jeans. "Still blue" He would say to his teachers, not that they ever dared to write to Orion and Walburga Black. 

Exiting the carriage and walking out onto the grounds, Sirius looked around the castle. It was big. Cobblestone towers stretched into the sky and vegetation-filled forests ran for miles on end.  

"Madame Maxine, how lovely to see you again!" A strange man spoke from the front of their little huddle, he had awfully long hair. Not that Sirius could say anything, his tied into a little bun on the back of his head.  

"Ah, Dumbledore! Thank you for having us!" The headmistress replied, embracing the man in return, despite the immense size difference. 

Looking around her towering form, Sirius got a glance at some of the students that were peaking out of castle windows, most wearing yellow. "Scufflepuffs or something" He assumed, not really having payed attention on the flight here.