The Sun and Her Moon- Remus Lupin

In which our guests arrive

The Hogwarts grounds seemed to be washing over with the familiar mirage of red, oranges and yellows that meant summer was nothing but a memory.

There was a buzz in the air— and it wasn't because classes were winding down for the week— it was because today was the day their guests arrived for the year. It was October 30th, and Hogwarts was practically spilling over with excitements.

Aveline was leaning against a stone pillar, a black wool jacket keeping her warm as she tried to blend in with the shadows. There were students all around her, whispering and giggling as they awaited for the students of Beauxbaton and Durmstrange to arrive.

"Madness this is," a shrill voiced muttered from behind her.

It was the Minvera Mcgonagall, who stood with a pursed expression and crossed arms. Her usual tight bun looked extra tight today.

Aveline snorted in agreement, her eyes flickering to her old Professor.

"You'd think the fact a student dies every year the tournament is held would be enough to get them to stop it," Aveline grumbled, and the woman beside her tutted her lips in agreement. "Say, why did the ministry decide to bring the tournament back this year?"

It was the former auror part of her brain that was spinning. The second the words a student dies left her lips, it was like it sent off a little tick in her head.

"They told us it was for international cooperation and to celebrate peace and unity," Mcgonagall muttered, her tone clearly full of mockery. "They are offering these students up on a platter. It's as if they want them dead."

She had spoken Aveline's exact thoughts out loud. Though while Minvera was thinking of her anger towards the complete disregard for student safety, Aveline was thinking about how while they were sometimes daft, the ministry wasn't dumb.

They faced so much backlash already, they wouldn't host a tournament like this knowing a student was likely to die.

Unless there were other motives.

"Yes," Aveline mummbled, her eyebrows furrowed as her brain wheeled. "It's exactly as if they want someone dead."

Mcgonagall raised an eyebrow in Aveline's direction, "is there something you are implying Miss Grey?"

Aveline wasn't sure what to say, but was luckily saved by the many gasps of the students around her as fingers pointed to the bright blue sky.

Swooping towards them, was perhaps one of the most magnificent scenes Aveline had ever laid her eyes on.

It was a carriage— a breathtaking powder blue color drawn from majestic looking horses with long thick coats that shone in the sun. It was as if the carriage had materialized out of nowhere.
The closer they got, the larger the horses became, until it was evident that these horses were easily twice the size of regular horses.

It was a hard site to removed your eyes from. The horses moving in such a graceful way it was like they were dancing across the air.

With the precision of an airplane, the carriage swooped down, landing on the Hogwarts grounds without ripping up even a single blade of grass.

"Blimey!" A boy gasped from beside Aveline, as the intricately carved doors opened to reveal the largest woman to ever step foot on Hogwarts grounds.