Victoire Weasley

5. Aamor

Notice: yes, me again, and sorry to bother you!  I just want to apologize in advance for my lame attempts at copying all the accents.  If my writing doesn't match the accent that would be normal or expected, please let me know so I can edit it.  I read the Harry Potter books in a different language, so I might understand the accents completely wrong.

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A great ship burst out from the water, sending waves crashing to the shores. Water splashed in every direction as the ship emerged. It had come from within the very lake itself. There were murmurs of excitement, but most students starred wide-eyed with awe. Everyone had expected them to come by train in the similar fashion as the Hogwarts students themselves every year.  Had we been wrong or what?

     After they had cast their anchor, the twenty-or-so students trailed behind a tall man as they hurried up towards the castle.  McGonagall greeted the man with open arms and they shook hands before discussing something.  We were in the back, so whatever was said was out of earshot.  The Durmstrang students, clad in what looked to be super warm, maroon jackets admired the castle, seemingly unfazed by the cold winds.  They were all dry, obviously having been protected by some charm.  There were mostly boys--or men--in the crowd, but I caught sight of a few girls.  They all seemed to either have dark hair and bushy eyebrows, or light blonde hair and thin eyebrows.  Either way, they all towered over McGonagall, looking grown-up and dangerous.

     After exchanging quick pecks on each other's cheeks, McGonagall pointed up the path we had come from, and the man nodded with a smile before gesturing to his students to follow him.  The man--no doubt their Headmaster--had dark hair that just reached his shoulders with a thick moustache on his upper lip.  Under a pair of bushy eyebrows sat a pair of friendly eyes.

     As everyone talked excitedly among each other about what had just happened, McGonagall interrupted them sternly, "Could you all please settle down, here comes Beauxbatons."  The reaction was immediate, and everyone quieted down aside from someone in the back, "Where?!" he yelled.

     "Over there!" Someone else yelled, pointing towards the horizon.  Something dark was moving towards us quickly, it's silhouette contrasting with the setting sun.  "What is that?" Someone else asked and everyone immediately gave their ideas.

     "What if they really are flying on broomsticks?!" Someone asked loudly.

     "No, that wouldn't be possible!  It's more likely a giant, flying train!"

     "Don't be stupid!  It's probably a giant dragon!"

     The ideas were endless, and still continued on after McGonagall yelled, 'That's enough!!"

     Whatever it was, it was now flying lowly over the treetops of the Forbidden forest.  Something golden glimmered in the sun, and soon, twelve giant, golden horses were seen, dragging a giant carriage behind them.  The carriage resembled a blue house in every way, and gasps could be heard from the crowd of Hogwarts students.  It descended quickly, landing with unexpected ease on the green field of grass.

     The door to the carriage opened and a female student jumped out, holding the door open to what must have been the largest woman I'd ever seen.  She mas massive compared to the now little student waiting for her to step down.  She smiled broadly at our castle before turning her smile to McGonagall.  She stepped out and gracefully--to my surprise--walked up to a tiny McGonagall who strained to return the hug she was now receiving.  A trail of students followed, all dressed in thin, blue uniforms.  Their shivering could be seen even from where I was standing.  There was an equal mixture of males and females in this crowd, compared to Durmstrang.