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It had been nearly 2 years since Arthur Kirkland became a teacher at Hogwarts, and what a rollercoaster it was. His first year teaching was consumed with Sirius black breaking out of Azkaban and Remus Lupin turned out to be a werewolf. In an even more shocking turn of events Sirius black turned out to be innocent in this whole predicament!
Though nothing would've prepared him for this. The triwizard tournament, an old competition they previously held at the schools, filled with dangerous challenges that could kill any grown man. Yet that wasn’t the worst of it, because it was a competition between schools this meant that Hogwarts would get some visitors.
Visitors from beauxbatons.
…I’ll repeat that. VISITORS FROM BEAUXBATONS.
Just thinking about it made Arthur sigh, he knew that stupid frog loved magic– they always had that in common. Frenchie over there always found magic so flamboyant and beautiful, and his own magic reflected it. Somehow the spells the man casted always turned out beautiful, it really was mesmerising.
He still remembers the day Francis and him were hiding out in a cave waiting for the rain to stop. A young francis with his dress muddy and hair soaked casted a heating spell. Instantly the cave was illuminated with a soft blue light coating every surface, Arthur could still remember the look on the Frenchman's face. Pure awe and wonder in magic, it was beautiful, maybe one of the few times he could actually tolerate the others presence.
Loud cheering snapped him back to reality, he’d been too engrossed in his thoughts to notice Beauxbatons had arrived. Deep breath in, Deep breath out. The man began to mentally prepare himself when he saw the frog in question, deep breath in, deep breath out. deep breath in, deep breath out, DEEP BREATH IN, DEEP BREATH OUT.
If it weren't a courtesy for all teachers to greet the guests he wouldn’t be here! Like hell he wanted to see that frog, just thinking about him made his head ache. Before he knew it he felt a certain man speed walking up to him, stopping just in front.
“ANGLETERRE!” Francis practically squealed, wrapping his arms around the other, squeezing him tightly. ‘Bloody hell’ Arthur thought his face growing hotter by the second, despite all he said of course he missed the frog.
“Arthur dear, you clearly missed me” He winked, HE WINKED. Just from that Arthur felt his face get even more red. “No I didn't frog! Stop implying shite!” Of course he missed him, who wouldn't miss their own husband?
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Harry watched as an unknown french man hopped out of the carriage accompanying the headmistress of Beauxbatons, but instead of first greeting the headmaster he made a b-line straight to.. Professor Kirkland?!
If that wasn't shocking enough he hugged him, and in real time he watched professor Kirkland’s face go red as a tomato and push him off! Even from this far away you could see just how flustered he was.
“Do you see that bloke that hugged Professor Kirkland?” The ginger beside him asked, slightly yelling because of the noise of the crowd. “He must hate the lad! Did you see how he pushed him off, and how red his face is?!” He exclaimed, disbelief filling his voice.
I mean it was quite the shock, the cool, calm and collected professor Kirkland getting angry like this for some random man? No, it was crazy to even think about! Even when confronting Sirius Black the man never ONCE lost his temper! But Harry knew that look. He wasn't mad at the man, so mad his face turned red. No, he could see the smile tugging at his lips, that was a look of love if he's ever seen one.