The House of Hawke has been called the traitorous, filthy and scum house the entire time that name was known to the living.
Past or future, one would accompany it with the adjective "Horrifying".
It was a matter of grief for the youngest daughter...
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Aix-en-Provence, France, 1970 Same day, hotter weather
The Beauxbatons Academy of Magic had the students travel to the school in an enormous carriage that flew, winged horses – Pegasus driving it.
Such a fairytale. The sort my mother once recited to me and Ella while we struggled to fall asleep. It feels as if decades have passed since then. Which was an odd thing to think, for I was only a year older than a decade.
She did this to me, forcing me to grow twice my age. And now she was dead. She burned for her sins – literally.
As a British, I was not supposed to be in Beauxbatons technically for they hosted girls from all around France, Germany, Belgium, and Spain but my Grandfather did something to convince them. And Hell would freeze before he reveals one of his secrets.
The inside of the carriage was nothing but spectacular. Where I was once worried about how this huge number of girls would fit inside the vehicle, I was surprised to see it had an entirely different inside.
The pale blue colour surrounding everything was hurting my eyes. How could I already be sick of this? But I was. Dear Merlin, I was.
I walked, hoisting the trunk up on my shoulder and gasping while dropping it back down from the weight. Guess I'll just have to drag it.
We were supposed to have personal owls for communication but that wasn't utterly mandatory. The groundskeeper said they had school owls there. I didn't bring one with me, I'd learned my lesson about getting attached. And I wouldn't break my rule not to – not even for a bird.
There were compartments inside, tight but beautiful ones. Pots of flowers by every windowsill and vines shaped on the wall in the same aching blue colour.
I found one and shoved the trunk down my seat, finally exhaling the breath I'd been holding since I stepped in here. If I just made a run for it, would someone notice?
Apparently, yes. "Hello,"
"Hi." I wryly answered but that did not seem to dim the blonde girl's spirits.
"I'm Apolline," She said, offering me her hand. "Apolline Delacour. My sister Louise is in the compartment next to this one. Would you like to join us?"
"No."
Her smile faltered, but not for long. "Guess I'll just sit here then."
I was feeling more and more frustrated by the moments but I did not object when she slid her own blue–goddamned blue trunk down her seat and poised herself gracefully across from me, crossing ankles and all that.
She was possibly a year older than me – or perhaps not, one could not tell around here. The place was bustling with Veela offspring.
My eyes widened when the carriage jostled up and in one swift movement, shot out towards the sky. It might've looked like slow speed from the outside, but it was like a knight bus inside.
