Larissa Greengrass, the second born child of Lord Edgar Greengrass, had always been an unassuming introvert, coaxed out of her silence by her siblings on rare occasions. She would have never expected an entire room of people to be gathered by a godd...
"Study well," Larissa kisses the foreheads of her children, "and write often. I love you."
"We love you too Maman," the three chorus back, before turning to the castle in front of them. The Palace of Beauxbatons was an overwhelmingly beautiful sight. They had already seen the waterfalls as they had ridden their brooms up, but even that couldn't compare to the beauty of the castle itself, which was partially carved into the mountain.
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"Is that Beauxbatons?" people from the British wizarding community gasped. The wizarding schools were very protective, so the location of their schools were kept under extreme lock and key. Many people would only see one school in an entire lifespan. So it wasn't strange for the British witches and wizards to be shocked at the beauty of Beauxbatons.
"That's our school," the Delancy family boasted, reveling in the shocked expressions on the British witches and wizards' faces.
"It's as beautiful as Grandpa said," Layla said as they walked into the entrance. The first years would be dropped of by their parents, and their luggage would be given to the house elves and nymphs. School would be beginning a day earlier for first years, allowing them an extra day to familiarize themselves with the locations of their dorms, their various classrooms, as well as the offices of their teachers.
"Indeed," Victor nodded, clutching his sister and brother's hands, "let's do this."
The two squeezed the hand in Victor's, and walked inside the doors.
The three walked through the corridors for a while, drinking in all the exquisite sights. They saw beautiful paintings on the walls, as well as beautifully embroidered curtains hanging by the windows. They walked a little further, following a golden light that swirled in the air as it led them to their destination.
"How nostalgic," Antiope sighed fondly, "I remember the day I first stepped through those doors."
"It leaves everyone speechless, doesn't it Maman?" Daniel comments to his mother.
"Indeed it does," Antiope laughs.
The dining hall, their final destination, was stunning. Ice sculptures of all shapes and sizes surrounded the room, diamond-clad silver chandeliers glimmered from the ceiling, and the tables had an elaborate set of dishes spread out across them.
"I can't believe we're going to school here," Damian whispered, "it seems inhumanely beautiful."
"I don't know about that," Victor pointed out, "some of Maman and Grandpa's inventions and spells can produce things even more beautiful. Is something of this scale really that shocking?"
"You may have a slight point," Damian agrees with his younger brother, "remember when she produced and entire ice palace for our ninth birthday? Can this really compare?"
"Never have I seen a reaction like this before," Lyra chuckles, "I guess our Rissa is too good. Her kids can't even understand how complicated and immense the sight they are seeing is because of her exceptional abilities."
