Vivienne Crestfall comes to Hogwarts with her fellow Beauxbaton students for the Triwizard Tournament. At the welcoming feast she sneaks glances with one particular red-haired twin and what could have been a light teenage romance instead leads to th...
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Part 1 The Arrival
Vivienne felt excitement rush through her veins as she could see from the window of the carriage picturesque landscape of Scotland highlands. Other Beauxbaton students also peered outside, trying to catch a glimpse of beautiful nature. Although most of them would never acknowledge that they were impressed by what they saw, staying fierce patriots of their own country and school.
"I swear it's like every minute we get closer il fait de plus en plus froid", complained Fleur Delacour in French to her friends. They nodded, shivering in their light sky blue uniforms.
Vivienne smirked to herself. Madame Maxime told them to take into account different weather conditions as their own school always felt like warm spring, but most of them didn't listen. As for Vivienne, she knew that English weather could be harsh and unpredictable, so she packed a good supply of warm clothes and managed to snatch some thermal underwear to keep her warm under her Beauxbaton uniform. She convinced her friends Clara and Marcel to grab something warm, they were grumpy about it but eventually complied. Feeling the shiver that crept into their carriage, she saw by their faces, that they didn't regret that decision.
"I'm so excited to see Hogwarts", said Vivienne dreamily, switching to English as madam Maxime encouraged them to practice with each other. Not that the witch needed that. "I remember only the glimpses, but they are such magical memories".
"I can't believe you got to study in 2 schools", mumbled Marcel with a soft accent, playfully tickling her shoulder.
"I wouldn't really count that. It was only for a month and I was eleven. I hardly remember anything", explained Vivienne for the millionth time.
"You're still better than any of us. You already know Hogwarts a bit. English is not a problem for you as well. And I just can't talk in this dreadful language without anyone laughing at me" added Clara in her native tongue and Marcel and Vivienne barely managed to suppress their giggles as she pursed her pouty lips. Clara didn't speak English very well, she had a heavy accent and never quite studied to improve any of that. However much she tried to hide it, it bothered her. Although she could understand English without difficulties.
Vivienne on her part spoke both French and English like native languages. Since an early age, she was torn between her British dad and French mom, who both tried to stuff her with their countries heritage. What a fight they had when they tried to decide which School their daughter would go to as they received acceptance letters from both. Maybe that drove her parents finally to the edge.
Turning 11 in late August she went to Hogwarts as her family was already in shatters. But barely after a month of studying her mother divorced her father and they both moved to France and she entered Beauxbaton Academy. But the weird speck of regret never left her as she imagined the life she could have. Especially when she visited her dad over the holidays and he used to tell funny and adventurous stories he had during his school years.
