A transferee from Beauxbatons Academy, had never imagined leaving France behind. Every cherished memory she possessed-the charming streets, and the grand halls of Beauxbatons-belonged there. But because of unforeseen circumstances within her family forced her to relocate to Britain. Which means transferring to Hogwarts. To everyone else, she was simply the new student from France. Few knew that she is Blaise Zabini's younger sister-a fact her family preferred to keep disclosed. Arriving at Hogwarts, She found herself surrounded by unfamiliar faces, ancient stone corridors, and traditions she had yet to understand. The castle felt impossibly vast, and despite the chatter echoing through its halls. She had never felt more alone. As she wandered through the corridors in search of her next classroom, her thoughts drowned out the world around her. She rounded a corner too quickly and collided with someone, her books slipping from her arms and scattering across the stone floor. "Oh, brilliant," came a drawling voice. Looking up, she found herself face-to-face with a pale blond boy whose silver eyes studied her with cool amusement. Based from his blonde hair and silver eyes she surprisingly knew who this was. The infamous Draco Malfoy.