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𝘿𝘼𝙍𝙆 𝘿𝙊𝙊𝙍𝙎 𝙊𝙋𝙀𝙉𝙀𝘿 for the french veelas who seemed so full of self-love and proudness. At least their beauty was like one — see it and believe it. Tho their souls shattered by the thoughts of witches hating them without even knowing the full story behind their ethereal magnificency.

Waltzing inside with petite footsteps and brief smiles on their faces, the many students of popular Hogwarts came to sight. As for them, the wizards and witches were yet to be filled with huffs and voids that will hunt veelas beauty.

Perhaps Della was one lucky girl — who didn't had any part in the dance. Not because her curves couldn't move swiftly, but because yet another one of her friends was more eager for it.
Which suited the female just by her liking.

Petite footsteps set on the cold stone underneath them and moved ever so little, to accompany the melody of course — as the jumps were made by other attractive veelas along with Anyse who was rather very found of the dance class in France. If nothing, the brunette's the best one to come and show. For her body was made to move with the tones of music and alight her soul with it, as one.

After the quite elegant introduction and not so welcoming warm greetings, the students moved along the four tables of Gryffindor, Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff and Slytherin.
And all each knew - the veelas were not welcomed here by the students, less by the staff. They were not welcomed by the many criticisms about their beauty and mixed behavior.

Witches, as they were, did not hide their annoyness by the sight of the french's. However, some of them indeed were what they recall normal and did not mind all the plays told about the night monsters sitting amongst them.

That would, as most possibly assume, because the best friends of Beauxbatons took place on the Slytherin table. The evil house.

Or was it evil because the cunningness of most was just failed guidance to success?

A success the ministry along with the Headmaster Dumbledore of Hogwarts, took away.

So maybe there was the little spark that connected the two of them.
And indeed it was quite beautiful to befriend a witch in such times of hatred and soon to become war.

"Why hello there, let me introduce myself, Seraphina, Seraphina Willtamonz of Specul, if you didn't know — which I assume so — Specul is my bloodline name, yes rather strange you would say, but im in a bit of fright with the Specul's right now. And you are?" swiftly and amused told the rather long paragraph that Della and Anyse focused so hard to understand. Therefore they catched the name that was easy to their tongues.

With the blonde here being nudged by her brunette friend, the blush crossed her face as Della prepared her not so professional accent. "Bonjour! Hello, i am Della, Della La Grace et la, pardon, and my friend Anyse Beauxes." it didn't took long for their soon to be friend to realize of the poor english both knew.

The eyes of the black haired girl — Seraphina — immediately transformed into a somehow confused face as the brief of her laugh escaped.
"Oh we got to teach you some english, now you aren't all so bad, but believe me, once the Gryffindor's hear you — which im sure they did — they will bug you for it! But not to worry, me, the greatest Willtamonz, am here to teach you every step of it." positively drifting from her mouth, and surely coming from her heart. A gold she had, carrying with her, and the french's liked that a lot. Its truly rare to find someone as carefree and safe as this girl in dark green robes that shined the proudness of her house. Somehow reminding Della of the moments she would waltz around the rather silver, old fashioned castle in France.

"Thank you Seraphina Willtamonz." almost harmonically said in sync both of the dared girls, Anyse putting her long hand on her heart — to show the gratefulness of them both.

Ser did nothing more but a polite nod with overly loud expressions as slowly her look moved up to the Headmaster Dumbledore.
It wasn't strange for the Beauxbatons Headmistress to dislike Albus, and him to dislike her too, it was rather the strange of competition that made them hate eachother of students.

"Thank you, thank you!" moving his hands wide in the air, little sparkles peaked up, making an iconic entrance. "Welcome students of Durmstrong and Beauxbatons to Hogwarts, as some of you know, this year's Wizarding Tournament will take place in this very corridors of our school," shivers went down Della's spine, clearly showing the girl was rather uncomfortable in this moment and as whats more strange, Seraphina seemed to notice so, yet did nothing due to unknowness of this girl who seemed to shine diamonds from miles away. "now only the students of the age seventeen and up will be able to attend, we shall place the Goblet Of Fire this very moment." with the little move of his extraordinary wand the firely red goblet appeared, sending fiercely flames towards the blonde veela at the Slytherin table.

Memories of Beatrice came to her head flowing like it was just yesterday what happened. Blur of all the cries and however short laughs mixing her thoughts when for a moment everything stopped.

Now, not everything stopped in the literal meaning of the word. Therefore, it stopped for Della La Grace when suddenly her mind fell in peace for perhaps the longest time ever in years. An ease of light and carefree feeling, lovely breezing her thoughts into more delightful one.

Yet the girl could feel the potential of who's doing all that, someone or even something so misterious to her, so unknown and strange. However, the moment her icy blue eyes started to wonder for the sorcer of her light, she met the eyes of the darkness.

A pair of just the similar yet so far, green eyes, filled with such underscrudible coldness and emptyness.
Feeling of agony and not a single sight of emphaty towards anything.
Even for a moment between the eye contact of the two, Tom Riddle knew very well the girl with traumatic minds was his light, the curse he needed to break so badly, to run away from as far as he could.

Yet he could not.

this gif is from the very amazing & talented  -saturnsbabie so go check her profile <3

finally Tom and Della interact a tiny bit, there will be more more more hihi.

also im going through a MAJOR writers block (per usual) so i dedicate this chapter to one of my favorite persons who have been an incredible motivation and inspiration for this book - tommriddleswxfe <3

enjoy this chapter and i will try to update more ofter due to the writers block AND school :)