lumos // fred weasley

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quick tidbit, celestine is french, if you haven't guessed, mostly on her father's side, and he does have an accent and speaks quite a bit of french with celestine at home. french will be in subtitles and the translations in the brackets following the dialogue

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Celestine LeBeau was stressed and nauseous as she navigated through the crowds of Diagon Alley. It was the second of September, she felt weak and tired, and she was glad she had her father carrying around her trunk and suitcase while trying to find the little spot Headmaster Dumbledore told the LeBeau family he would meet them.

The night before had been the first full moon of September, and the Headmaster understood completely as to why the girl had to miss the train to Hogwarts. He'd given them strict instructions as to where and what time to meet him, however the father-daughter duo was running late due to Celestine's lingering side effects from her transformation. Her father insisted that she spend the next couple of days in Madame Pomfrey's hospital wing, but the girl was against missing more days away from schooling.

The LeBeau duo took a breather as they reached The Leaky Cauldron before Dumbledore had requested them to show up, and Celestine leaned against the cool wall in relief. Her body was still sore from the night before, and her head pounded with the ongoing noise from the crowds. There was a small cat near the entrance to the Leaky Cauldron that seemed to be watching the two, but Celestine wrote it off as the cat smelling the werewolf scent from the previous night.

"I'm sure Dumbledore will be here soon," her father told her, accent prominent in his worry, although he mumbled it mostly to himself. He took a look at his daughter, "Your mother and I believe it would be in your best interest to go see Madame Pomfrey, Celestine, you don't look fit for classes."

"I'll be fine, papa," she rolled her eyes.

"I'm afraid I agree with your father, Ms. LeBeau," a voice said to their right, and both heads turned to see Dumbledore with a stern look. "Your Head of House would agree, isn't that right, Minerva?"

The cat that had been watching them moved closer, shifting into Professor McGonagall on the last step, "That's quite right, Ms. LeBeau. I'll be escorting you to Madame Pomfrey's immediately."

"But Professor-"

"I will not hear a word otherwise," she said sternly. "Your body is in serious need of rest, and I will not have you fainting in the hallways."

"Yes, Professor," Celestine hung her head.

"Thank you for bringing her, Mr. LeBeau, I ensure you she will be watched over with the utmost care and responsibility," Headmaster Dumbledore told Celestine's father. "Allons-y, Madamoiselle LeBeau." [Let's go, Ms. Lebeau.]

"Merci beaucoup, Headmaster Dumbledore," her father replied with a small grin. "I best be off, au revior, mon ange." [Thank you.... goodbye, my angel.]

"Je t'aime, papa," Celestine smiled. [I love you, Dad.]

Her father hurried off into the other direction after thanking the Headmaster and Professor McGonagall again, and Celestine turned to see only Professor McGonagall standing there and waiting for the girl.

"Grab my hand, Ms. LeBeau, I've had Dumbledore lower the anti-apparition charms for a small moment to allow us entry back into Hogwarts, so hold tight and close your eyes," the professor instructed, hand held out to the girl.

Celestine did as she ask and gripped it firmly, eyes shut tight. There was a loud crack! and a feeling of nausea passed through the fifteen year old. The professor steadied the girl before letting go, "Can I open my eyes, Professor?" she asked.