How To Be A Heartbreaker | James Potter [COMPLETED]

Chapter One: Introduction

//author: antixheroic on quotev

The Dining Hall was full of chatters and quiet giggles from the students. The Dining Hall comprised the five long wooden tables, where the students sat. At the very end of the room, on a wooden stand, stood a table where the Headmistress of Beauxbatons Academy of Magic, Madame Olympe Maxime, sat, along with the Professors. The dining tables were adorned with bouquets of pink flowers and plates, teacups, and the necessary instruments.

All you could see if you stood at the entrance of the Dining Hall would be heads of blonde and dark hair in ponytails or braids, all perfectly lean, tall, and at the said - acceptable weight. They were all wearing the mandatory uniform: light blue knee-length satin skirt, a jacket also made of satin adorned with purple at the edges, black, slightly transparent black tights, and black and white heels. On the other two tables were the boys, all Veelas, dressed in the same clothes, minus the tights and skirts. Almost every student at Beauxbatons Academy was a Veela, or half - Veelas at the least. They were all perfectly trained, perfectly controlled, perfectly mannered. That was the picture you'd see on the Beauxbatons postcard.

Well, there have been a few updates. Now they weren't only blondes and brunettes. There was no way you could miss the three heads of purple, orange, and pink hair standing out in the Dining Hall.

Sitting in the middle of the third table, Sapphire Gerard was talking animatedly with her two friends, Lena Owain and Melanie Banke. The purple-haired girl was having a particularly good day, having had all her pranks on her fellow students and professors succeed. Her hand flew down to tug slightly at her satin blue dress, her other hand putting strands of her hair behind her ear. She was wearing the uniform of the sixth and seventh year instead of the uniform the fifth years were supposed to wear, but the professors knew not to argue.

Her long, pin-straight purple hair was hanging loosely over her back, a cheerful smile on her soft features, her nails in a fashion French look-- she looked perfect.

In front of her, Lena Owain was laughing her heart off her hands coming in together for a small smack of joy. Her short orange hair was covering her eyes, tears of laughter rolling down her pale cheeks. She was dressed in the normal uniform for the fifth year, unlike Sapphire. On Sapphire's left was Melanie, chuckling at whatever joke Sapphire had cracked, throwing her black and pink hair in a messy ponytail. The three girls were defying almost every rule at Beauxbatons, but they honestly couldn't care less.

"Oh, I should go get a start on my Divination homework," said Lena, finally coming back from her laughing fit. As much as Sapphire and Melanie were against it. Lena was absolutely in love with the subject that is Divination. She had never seen something that didn't come true, which creeped her two friends out at times.

"Not until my goodnight prank you're not," said Sapphire, chugging down the last sip of her juice and smirking at Lena's horrified expression, and Melanie whisper-yelling "yes".

Out of the corner of her eye, Sapphire's dark brown eyes met with mesmerizing blue ones. Her breath hitched in her throat as he smirked down at her, making her shiver. He was Luke Lamens, the boy who had stolen Sapphire's heart from the moment they both threw dung bombs at the same professor back in the first year. That was when she knew they were meant to be. Sapphire and Luke have been dating for two years and needless to say, she was head over heels for the blonde blue-eyed Veela.

Luke was every girl's dream boy. He was tall, 6'4 tall, with blonde hair quiffed to perfection, colored eyes that took Sapphire's breath away. He had a lean figure with broad shoulders and a heart - dropping, cheeky smile. Luke was a gentleman who knew how to have fun. He was a prankster, yet all the professors loved him. He was a Quidditch star, everybody worshiped the ground he walked on. He was a pureblood, originally French, mother was half Veela, and he was a delight to be around. All in all, Luke Lames was the perfect boy.