Ironring 2: Beauxbatons

𝒄𝒐𝒂𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒔

I go down the stairs. There are so many people. I am at the Paris Airport at the moment. Rachelle told me, we would meet here. There are just so many people running to their beloved ones or the ones they see after they went to prison. That's what the signs are telling. I just think that they want to embarrass their best friends or family. Nobody would actually hold up a sign with: "Welcome back to prison" written on it. I look around. No I don't see myself, because Rachelle looks exactly like me. Except her brown her, we look alike. I go to the toilette and hide. I take out my wand and say: "Revelio". I see two Sillouhettes looking for me and I follow the track. I know I am not supposed to use my wand outside of Hogwarts, but it's just so much easier. I see Rachelle and Dad standing by each other. "Hey!", I tell them. "Hey Audrey", they say with their French accent. "I totally forgot about your accents", I said. "You are still not funny", said Rachelle. I laughed a little, even though I really do not like the joke. "So, you have all the things you need I assume?", she said. "Yes I am more ready than ever", I said. "Then we better go now. Our coach is leaving in three hours.", she said. "Coach?", I said. "Yes, the transportation?", she said. "Like the train 9¾?", I asked. "And what's that?", she asked. "Wha-" "Im kidding!", she said. That would have been really weird. Well, I didn't know about the coaches either so... I am probably not better. "If you want to get the coach, we have to start walking. We won't magically transport there", he said. "Dad, you know we are from magic blood", I asked. "Yes, but no. We are in public!", he said. I just looked with a rolling eye at Rachelle. 

We catch the train to the place the coaches are flying away. This is a pretty place. There are so many coaches, wow. "Is it like this every year?", I asked. "Yes, it's normal.", she said. "Well goodbye kids", my father said. "Bye dad", said Rachelle. "Bye Bye", I said. We hugged a little and we enter the coach they gave us. The coach starts moving. I see my father waving from down there. He gets more and more tinier. I wave but also see this wonderful view. All these Clouds... It looks so Beautiful... This blue sky, the floating coaches over Paris. The people in Paris never saw that and hopefully will never see that. "It's the same as last year", she said. "Isn't it still Beautiful?", I asked. "Well yes, but it's not... new", she said. "Does it always have to be new to you?", I asked. "Well yeah. I see the world more boring I guess", she said. "I think, we're pretty different.", I said. Seeing this view never gets old. 

I heared the coach touching the ground. We are already done? I was surprised. Maybe I didn't pay that much attention. "That was fast", I said. "No, we were flying for an hour", she said. "Are you sure? This was- "So beautiful? Yeah you told me in the clouds", she said. Why is she being so weird. I mean yes maybe it gets boring, but no this is so beautiful.