The Beauxbatons Girl

~2~

Ophelia Emory Grey

As I assumed, Madame Maxine gave us a long-drawn speech about the Triwizard Tournament after dinner. Surprisingly she spoke English, probably so everyone could understand.

I could feel my heart rate increase as Madame Maxine told everyone to go to sleep. I still couldn't believe I was going to Hogwarts for the rest of the year. Actually, for some reason, we would have to wait until October 30th to go.

Chaisee and I walked over to our dormitories, full of excitement. I could sense she was looking forward to the year, although she didn't loath Beauxbatons as much as me. We entered our overly huge dorm, painted with an aggressive blue color. 

"Ah, it feels like home," Chaisee said sarcastically. We both giggled while sitting down on the floor.

"How's Malcolm doing?" she asked me interestingly. I laughed at her question. Ever since 2nd-year Chaisee became very obsessed with Malcolm. She has a crush on him, but she doesn't want to admit it.

"Fine, but I bet he'd do better with you," I said while making a kissing face. Chaisee immediately blushed and stood up.

"I don't like him will you just stop it!" she argued while opening up her trunk. I rolled my eyes and slid out of the uniform. I put on my comfortable pajamas and laid down on my bed.

My head was crowded with so many thoughts, that I fell asleep about an hour later. I had dreams after dreams of me walking into Hogwarts, waving around at everyone, who were all beaming up at me. 

The reason I didn't get to go to Hogwarts, was because of my fearful parents.  Although everybody thought that Voldemort was gone forever, I knew my parents doubted that. They informed me and Malcolm we moved to France for "work-related activities". But I know them well enough to say that was a lie.

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I woke up bright and early and got ready for the shitty day ahead. I put on the uniform, trying to pull down the skirt. Because for whatever reason Madame Maxime thinks it's fashionable for the uniforms to cut off right under your ass. I brushed out my hair and swished my wand at my face to apply some makeup.

I noticed Chaisee was still sleeping, letting out loud snores now and then. So I shook her until her eyes fluttered open.

"Are we late?" she asked while rubbing her eyes.

"No," I looked down at my watch "we have 40 more minutes until classes start. Let's go eat breakfast." I replied. Chaisee nodded and slowly got out of bed, still rubbing her eyes.

"Actually can I just go? I don't want to wait for your lazy ass." I told her. Chaisee rolled her eyes and started to change. I took that as an "okay" and headed out of our dorm into the freezing hallway. Almost instantly I was shoved over by some random girl. She looked at me with revulsion filled in her snake-like eyes.

"Éloigne-toi de moi!" she shrieked and speed-walked away. I only understood two words, which were from and me. So I assumed she told me to get away from her. I shook my head, trying not to let my anger get to me, and walked out of the hall of dorms. 

The halls to the Dining Chamber were full of crowded students. When I finally pushed my way into the Chamber, I cringed at the sight. Malcolm was sitting at a table on the far left, snogging Fleur Delacour. Delacour was sitting on his lap, her arms over Malcolm's neck. 

I had seen Malcolm kiss many girls before, but something about him kissing Delecour made me somewhat bitter. Something about her was off. Everywhere she went all of the boys would drool in the sight of her silvery blonde hair and perfect face. There was no possibility that a part of her was not veela.

I took my eyes off the nasty sight and sat down at the other end of the Chamber. I stuffed my mouth with some eggs and toast. Not daring to look Malcolm's way again. I might make fun of Chaisee for liking my brother, but I would much rather it be Chaisee who'd be snogging Malcolm than Delcour.

After 10 minutes Chaisee walked into the Dining Chamber. I could see her eyes were starting to pool with tears as she sat down next to me. Her eyes were planted in the direction of Malcolm and Delacour.

"Malcolm doesn't know what he's doing," I reassured her while squeezing her hand. She squeezed it back and started to eat her food.

After breakfast, Chaisee and I walked to our classes. We didn't need a schedule, as we already had to memorize it before starting the year. Both of us had Etiquette first. It was this class where you learn how to be a proper lady or gentlemen. I found it as my least favorite class, as they separated girls and boys, and taught us the dumbest things. Last year the teacher gave us an essay to fill out about why girls shouldn't lose their virginity before getting married. I tried to tell my teacher that it's our choice, and it doesn't matter if we're married or not. But she just gave me a fucking detention after class.

This year we had a different teacher, who's name is Madame Leanne. I had a little hope in me that she's maybe a little nicer than last year's teacher. But as Chaisee and I entered the room, my hope completely dissolved.

Madame Leanne was standing behind her desk, watching over at everyone. She had a devilish sort of smirk on her face as she glanced over at us. Her blonde hair was in a bob, and she had cat-eye glasses over her black eyes, stung with a little red in them.

"Goodmorning ladies, Welcome to English Etiquette class." she told us with a hoarse voice. Chaisee and I sat in the farthest desk from Madame Leanne. I looked around the room, only now noticing what was written on the board. The key to becoming more attractive. 

What the fuck was she going to tell us? Pull your skirt up as high as you can? I felt my blood start to boil as I looked at who came into the classroom; Fluer Delacour. Why was she taking an English class? She greeted the teacher, with her noticibly fake grin, and sat down next to her English friends.

"Now that all of you are here, I would like to introduce you to our topic for today." Madame Leanne said with her raspy voice. "The key to becoming more attractive. Now, I know many of you probably ask yourself on a daily basis, 'How could I become more attractive?'"

I let out a loud sigh. This was going to be one disturbing lesson.