The Dark Mark | D.M

The Beauxbatons Representatives

I

27th of October, 1994

    The blue soft and satin material of the Beauxbatons uniform was gracefully being caressed by the wind as the girls hastily walk across corridors and into the great hall for dinner. A certain brunette with her two other friends unbotheredly entered the hall filled with chattering ladies, ranging from eleven to seventeen.
    The gigantic woman— famously known as the headmistress, Olympe Maxine stood from her designated seat. A few moments passed since the trio arrived when the headmistress decided to stand in front of the teacher's table and cleared her throat, catching every student's attention.

    "Un tournoi," [A tournament] She announced, her voice calm and collected as usual. "A Triwizard Tournament is being held this year." Her French accent came out strong than ever.

    "Un tri-sorcier, hein?" [A Triwizard, huh?] The redhead sat across from Astrid mused.

    "Oooh, effrayant." [Oooh, scary.] The raven-haired girl lazily sat beside the brunette, and snickered, earning a chuckle from her two other friends.

    "However," The headmistress trailed off as she eyes her students. "Only the top students in their fourth to seventh year are allowed to join." And that is when students below the fourth year began their complaints and whines about how unfair it was. Thus, madame Maxime kept her unbothered expression. "In the tournament, witches below seventeen are not allowed, however—fourteen-year-olds and above will be representing our school in other competitions. For example; Wizards Chess, Quidditch, Duel, and other underaged friendly activities."

"Duel?" Astrid perks up from her slumped position.

"That caught your attention." The redhead poked.

"Oh, who doesn't want a tremendous duel, Charlotte," Astrid stated with a sly smirk.

"Somehow, it felt nice to be one of the top students in our year. I will not waste this time, it willingly came to me!" The raven cheered.

"Of course. Just remember what happened to that fourth year last year, Amelie. I heard she wasn't able to attend a month of her class because of what you did." Charlotte warned the raven girl as she shook her head side to side with a subtle smile.

"She started it. And you know that I will not attack unless they struck first." Amelie protested with a huff.

"D'accord d'accord." Charlotte waved her hand as a sign of finishing off their conversation.

"Students attending the tournament would be chosen by the professors. Students that were chosen will receive an owl first thing on sunrise, once you received the letter and Parental consent, all shall have the paper signed by the end of the twenty-eight... and we'll depart on the twenty-ninth." Madame Maxine announced once more before finally letting the students resume their meals.

"Guess we'll be receiving one early in the morning," Astrid said before placing a piece of chiffon cake in her mouth.

"We might even receive it later tonight," Amelie commented with a smirk, earning a snicker from the other two.

LeBlanc Manor, 28th of October

"I was chosen, maman. Charlotte and Amelie too." Astrid arrived at the manor with the expected letter from the headmistress. 'Chosen to participate in this year's tournament' it says. The brunette was instructed to deliver the consent personally— and that is what she did. However, her mother seems reluctant.