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Hogwarts, 30th of October
Students from Beauxbatons and Durmstrang met outside the big heavy doors of the Great Hall. A loud voice from inside can be heard— an old manly voice disclosing to his students about the Triwizard Tournament.
Astrid was far too distracted with her nervousness to even notice the flirty looks from the men of Durmstrang. She was anxious since— she was minutes away and only a single door separating her from the boy who kept lingering in her mind all these past five years.
Her thoughts soon were interrupted when Amelie bumped into her shoulder who was giggling like some school girl. "What the bloody he—"
"Oh, regarde-le ~" [Oh, look at him~] Amelie cooed, fluttering her eyes toward the Durmstrang boys. "Viktor Krum~" She sighed, earning a concern and dumbfounded look exchanged between her friends.
"S'il vous plait, Merlin. Fais-moi sortir d'ici." [Please, Merlin. Get me out of here.] Astrid muttered earning an airy laugh from Charlotte who barely heard it.
"But more of that later. For now, please join me in welcoming... the lovely ladies of the Beauxbatons Academy of Magic." Says the old man, voice slightly muffled due to the closed brown doors which opened shortly after. "And their Headmistress, Madame Maxine." He continued as the Beauxbatons ladies entered the hall with poise and confidence.
Subtle gasps, whispers, and murmurs can be heard from every corner. Both girls and boys had their attention on every one of them— girls in different colored robes, staring them down; some with nasty looks while others have much more welcoming ones. Boys on the other hand were in awe, mostly the ones in red and yellow robes.
Charlotte, Amelie, and Astrid followed the other ladies from behind, the trio wasn't as supportive of the idea of sauntering in with blue butterflies surrounding and giving each boy the possibility to salivate over them.
However, the trio deciding to stick behind turned out to be regretful. The old man with white long hair and a beard approached the headmistress of Beauxbatons and Astrid did not mistakenly notice the knowing look in his eyes.
Dumbledore, the headmaster of Hogwarts knew exactly who the young girl was before him—a girl born into a powerful and well-known wizarding family. As he passed the ever so familiar piercing green eyes, he knows exactly what he must do.
"Miss LeBlanc." He greeted the brunette, her family name came out of his lips as a whisper.
Astrid wasn't as surprised as she thought she will be— she had realized it the moment they step foot in the dim castle, that some of the students and staff would know her. She's a LeBlanc after all.
"Monsieur." She muttered.
"Bloody hell." Ron sighed from the Gryffindor table.
The Beauxbatons ladies continued with their walk and small performance when Seamus' Irish accent caught a few fellow Gryffindor's attention. "Isn't she familiar to ya?" He nods toward a student right in front of Madame Maxine.
"Which one, Seamus?" Hermione questioned as she briefly glanced at the girls dressed in blue.
"Her. The one with brown hair and bright green eyes, standing in front of the giant woman." Seamus tilts his head as he ponders over his thoughts.
The Golden trio whipped their head and faced the girls, soon they caught on to who was the student Seamus was talking about.
"She does look familiar, but blimey!" Ron furrowed his brows as he tried to rake his mind in an attempt to remember where he saw the brunette. "I can't remember." He sighed.
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The Dark Mark | D.M
FanficThis story is about a girl with great power, a girl born in November from a family of purebloods, who mistakenly misunderstood the objective of her life. Threatened, she chose to cooperate in such circumstances for the sake of saving her family and...
