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"Sommes-nous prêts?" Are we ready?
The class of 40 were all filing into a large, pegasus drawn carriage, undetectable extension charm making more than enough space. The annual Triwizard Tournament was due to commence the following week, held at Hogwarts this year.
Sirius sat himself next to Charlotte Abreo, a pretty brunette girl who he had spoken to a few times. Despite being a pretty popular guy, none of his 'main' friends had been chosen to participate, after all, winning was everything for beauxbatons.
Visiting Hogwarts was going to be strange, though. The Blacks were originally an England based family, Slytherin enthusiasts, pureblood maniacs, but after an incident involving Sirius' grandmother Melania McMallan, they were forced to relocate. His mother refused to tell him what happened, only that France was the best place for him, like she cared what happened with him.
The carriage took flight a few minutes later, the soft greens and yellows faded away, consumed by a haze, the smells of fresh bread replaced with the salt of the North Atlantic. The ride was no longer than a few hours, not that Sirius knew, he had fallen asleep ten minutes in.
"Se lever!" Charlotte groaned beside him, poking the top of his head. Get up!.
"Hmm?" He blinked around the room, multiple Charlotte's blending back into one, "Sommes-nous là?" Are we there?
"Non tu t'es endormi sur moi," She raised an eyebrow. No you fell asleep on me.
"Quel chanceux étes-vous" He grinned, rubbing his forehead. Lucky you.
"Prick" She said under her breath, looking out the window. She knew he wasn't being legit though, Sirius was as straight as a circle, not that he tried to hide it.
"Je comprends l'anglais aussie, tu sais" Sirius scoffed, holding a hand to his heart. I understand English too, you know.
"Je sais" She got up, walking out the door. I know.
"Donc nous sommes ici!?" He rolled his eyes, grabbing his uniform to change. So we are here!?
Beauxbatons uniform was very blue. Light, to be exact, flowing robes of carolina over a white oxford shirt, navy tie and navy slacks for the boys, girls with a carolina skirt. Sirius could tolerate most of it, but he wouldn't be caught dead in a pair of navy slacks, so he substituted them for a pair of blue jeans. "Still blue" He would say to his teachers, not that they ever dared to write to Orion and Walburga Black.
Exiting the carriage and walking out onto the grounds, Sirius looked around the castle. It was big. Cobblestone towers stretched into the sky and vegetation-filled forests stretched for miles on end. A glossy lake lay still to his left, though he could have sworn he saw a tentacle.
"Madame Maxine, how lovely to see you again!" A strange man spoke from the front of their little huddle, he had awfully long hair. Not that Sirius could say anything, his tied into a little bun on the back of his head.
"Ah, Dumbledore! Thank you for having us!" The headmistress replied, embracing the man in return, despite the immense size difference.
Looking around her towering form, Sirius got a glance at some of the students that were peaking out of castle windows, most wearing yellow. "Scufflepuffs or something" He assumed, not really having payed attention on the flight here.
"If everyone would like to follow me, you have arrived just in time for dinner!" Dumbledore smiled, waving his arms towards the entrance, two huge wooden doors that opened on command.
The castle was made up of stone walls and deep red carpeting, moving portraits, their acrylic eyes following your every movement. There was another set of oak doors to the left, leading into a tremendous hall, four tables lined up in unison; green, yellow, blue and red.
The cluster of Beauxbaton students walked down the centre of the room, a line of girls and a line of boys, heads high and eyes determined, waving occasionally.
When they had reached the front, Dumbledore addressed the school, "Hogwarts, I expect you all to treat our guests with the utmost respect, as I'm sure you will. Gryffindor and Ravenclaw, we are going to be distributing them around your dorms, seeing as you have the most available space and they will be sitting in on our lessons until the tournament has ceased, now please, let's meet our friends! Prefects, please come and direct them to your tables!"
Sirius just looked around in confusion, but he didn't have to wait long until a redheaded girl approached him through the crowd.
"Hiya! I'm Lily Evans" She held her hand out, but being the gentleman he is, Sirius held it up to his face.
"Sirius Black" He replied, accent impending, kissing her knuckles briefly.
"Right, uh f-follow me" She said, slightly put out, walking away from him.
She led him over to end of the red table, sitting by a blonde girl who started smirking at her.
Sirius sat down next to Lily, she was the one who brought him here after all. There was a messy haired boy to his left who looked at him intrigued.
"Eh, bonjour?" The boy said, failing miserably at a french accent, "Mwah James Potter"
"Salut, James" Sirius laughed, at least he was trying. "I am Sirius Black"
Almost immediately after he said this, someone sat opposite him spat his drink all over James' robes.
Sirius looked over at the person and.....damn.
"Merlin, sorry mate" He coughed. His hair was a dirty blonde and had a peculiar scar across his nose. He looked awfully rough, but spoke with a certain dignity that Sirius admired.
"You prick, Moony! I was doing French with Sirius! Completely ruined my flow, you have." James wailed, patting down his chest for his wand.
"And what flow was that, Potter?" Lily chimed in from Sirius' other side.
"Oh you just couldn't help not listening to my French, Evans, turn you on does it? Would you say yes if I asked you out in French?"
"You are repulsive!" She gasped, turning back to her other friends.
"tactiques éstranges" Sirius mumbled to himself, looking at the smiling James. Strange tactics.
Weirdly though, the scarred boy was now full on staring at him, Sirius was about to say something when voice interrupted.
"I'm Peter!" He said, "Is France like, hot and stuff"
"Peter!?" James gasped, mimicking Lily's previous actions, "You can't just ask if someones country is 'hot and stuff'!"
"That's not offensive!" Peter replied.
"It is not" Sirius interrupted, accent noticeably present, looking at Peter, "Et Oui, very- eh- hot"
"See James! Very hot!" Peter said, flinging a green bean across the table.
"I'm not a bloody plate! Can people please stop discarding their meals on me?"
Lily then proceeded to get up and balance a bread roll on his head, as did her blonde friend.
"I'm Marlene by the way" She winked, walking back to her seat.
"Anyways" James said, sighing, "Moony, introduce yourself to our guest"
"Shit, sorry" He looked back at Sirius again, stopping momentarily, "I- uh I'm Remus"
James inhaled sharply, "You should also be sorry for that foul mouth!"
"Bonjour, Remus" Sirius smirked, ignoring James. Remus looked ready to throw up.
"So, was it a nice ride over?" Marlene asked from her spot, having to lean into the table.
"Oui, uhh quel est le mot?" Yes, uh what's the word? "Pardon" Sorry.
He looked around the hall for Charlotte, she was good with English. Spotting her at Ravenclaw table he shouted, "Charlotte, comment dire agréable en anglais!" Charlotte, how do you say pleasant in English!
She turned around angrily, apologising to the boy on her left, then responded fiercely, "Je ne suis pas ton traductuer!" I am not your translator!
"S'il vous plaît!" He whined. Please!
"Pleasant!" She shouted towards James.
"Pleasant!" Sirius smiled triumphantly, looking back at a laughing Marlene.
"I'm glad" She snorted, eyes lingering on Charlotte for a brief second.
"Wait, so you can understand, but not speak English?" James cocked his head.
"I speak some" Sirius pinched his fingers together for scale, "but yes I know what you say"
"Maybe we can get you a translation charm?" Remus said, finding his voice again.
"Yes Moony! This is why we are friends you smart nougat!" James pointed his fork across at him.
"I'm going to take that as a compliment..." Remus flicked the fork away just before Dumbledore started to speak.
"I do hope you enjoyed the meal! Beauxbatons students if you could please follow the house you are sat with up to the dormitories, Prefects will sort your sleeping arrangements!" He then clapped, banishing all the food.
"We've a spare bed in our dorm!" Peter said, standing up.
"Yeah, come stay with us if you want!" James agreed, Remus nodded wearily.
"Thank you" Sirius smiled, also standing up.
"You get to wear jeans as your uniform!?" Lily sighed, tugging down her skirt.
"No" He smirked, pointing at one of the boys across the hall who was wearing slacks, then back at himself, "Comfier"
"I like you already" James put his arm around Sirius' shoulders, directing him out the hall