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Hogwarts.

That's the school that pops into everyone's mind when they think of the most famous Wizarding School.

It had once taught a large expanse of famous witches and wizards who had graduated there.

It was also the school which had once housed the most dangerous wizard of his time—Voldemort.

But there were also many other wizarding schools that also had a large reputation—Ilvermorny, Durmstrang, Castelbruxo...

Beauxbâton.

[Name] had heard of those names once in a passing conversation. His parents had both graduated from Hogwarts. [Name] figured that one day, he would be the same. He had lived in a small town south of London, near the English Channel.

But it was just... peculiar that one morning, soon after his 8th birthday, he had received a golden pegasus pendant on his nightstand.

"Mama, Papa," [Name] stumbled out into the dining room, where his parents were reading the newsletter. He held out the pendant, "What is this..?"

[Name]'s mother took the pendant gingerly from his tiny hands, perplexed.

"I'm not exactly sure, sweetheart—James, take a look at this?" She asked, pawning it to the man beside her.

[Name]'s father took the pendant, adjusting his glasses. "...well, what do you know? It's a pendant of Beauxbâton."

"Beauxbâton? The wizarding school in France?"

"What?" [Name] mumbled under his breath, still rubbing away the grogginess at his eyes. Just as his mother was about to explain—

A knock came at the door.

Three heads swiveled towards the noise. They rarely had visitors nowadays...

It was [Name]'s father who got up and answered the door.

"Mr. [L. Name], I hope?" A French accented voice came from the porch, as a woman dressed lavishly stood with a cane.

"That's me." The man replied, his brow furrowed. "And who may you be..?"

"Please, call me Professeur D'Ambroise." The woman spoke, a pair of dark green eyes scrutinizing him behind her spectacles. "I believe your son should've received a pendant, no?"

[Name]'s father blinked owlishly. "Uhm, yes, ma'am—I mean, Professor." He replied, stepping back as the strange woman entered.

[Name] was peering from the hallway, (e/c) eyes gazing curiously.

"Bonjour, [Name]." The woman spoke, her wrinkled face unable to express a sign of emotion. "I'm here to inform you that you have been accepted into Beauxbâton's Wizarding School."

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Here's the prologue! First chapter will be longer, I promise.