𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒

「new faces 」

chapter one

「new faces」

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   "FATHER?" HER SWEET voice interrupted the patters of rain that glossed the rural scenery. Henry was quick to drop his troubled expression when he saw Eleanor.
   "What is it, Ellie?" He replied with a huff, packing the last few objects into a trunk.
   "Of course I have no objections to moving, especially because we'll be close to Nana Holmes, but you never told me why we must move all of a sudden." She spoke, her hands resting behind her back as she stood with perfect posture.
   "Did I not." His eyes quickly flickered around the room before clearing his throat. "Well, it's because we invested in a bakery down there. Plus we'll be closer to your mother." He smiled, grabbing the bag and exiting the room.
   However, Ellie knew when someone was lying, she knew when someone was withholding information. This always caused a spike in her interest and she would do anything to retrieve the rest of the information. What would a pureblooded wizard with both a muggle and wizard job want with a bakery?
   You see Eleanor Westbrook was a wise girl, smart, sophisticated and potentially more bright than those of age. Yet she was so underestimated because of her sweet looks and soft-spoken tone, what a time to be alive...

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   As the gigantic black shape skimmed over the treetops of the Forbidden Forest and the lights shining from the castle windows hit it, all that was saw was a gigantic, powder blue, horse-drawn carriage, the size of a large house, soaring toward them, pulled through the air by a dozen winged horses, all palominos, and each the size of an elephant.

   So unusual, it wasn't even supposed to be a grand entrance but due to them setting off later than expected, the carriage came hurling across the grounds at about 7 am. So some students roamed the corridors, some watched out their dorm windows and the others kept sleeping. For the small minority that was awake, maybe 10 witnessed the elegant carriage, the group waited patiently for whoever was inside. They stared intensely, just eagerly waiting. Who could it be? Why were they here? What was going to happen this year?

   Soon a blonde-haired girl and a mini carbon copy, with dark brown hair, hopped out of the house-sized carriage, escorted by the groundskeeper. The blonde girl yawned softly and stretched her arms up after the long journey. Trekking up multiple flights of stairs was quite common for the two girls so they had no problem getting up to the castle. A small group of 5 or 6 students had gathered to see the girls, jaws instantly dropped as they marvelled at their beauty. Even at Beauxbatons -the school known for its very gorgeous students- the girls stood out. Probably due to their mother.

   "C'est comme s'ils n'avaient jamais vu de femme auparavant ...[It's like they've never seen a woman before...]" The blonde spoke out loud, this only spiked the curiosity in the surrounding students, Adelaide just giggled softly before linking arms with her older sister. Walking away their hips swayed in sync, Ada pulled down her skirt slightly that matched in style with her sister's but not in colour. Unfortunately with fame came strict rules, they had to act a certain way, look a certain way, talk a certain way, in both communities. At the minute they both wore an overcoat, El's was fastened but Ada's wasn't.

   Hogwarts was grand, however, it had nothing on the school they had practically grown up in -especially El- but this she could get used to!

   Long, Espresso shaded hair swung in its usual straight state.  Her eyes reflected the sapphire oceans, they shined brightly in the dull dawn. She was as irresistible as diamonds, with her delicate rosy lips and luscious long lashes. Her only flaw was her broad nose but she seemed to suit it. Unlike her mother, her skin was a light olive shade in the summer and had a light dusting of freckles across her nose and cheeks. Apart from that, she was still her double. She only differed from her sister in eye colour and hair. Eleanor had received the traditional green eyes and blonde curls of the Westbrook family.