"Blossom!" The large woman that was Beauxbatons' headmistress called as she knocked on the boy's room door. "Es-tu prêt?"
(Are you ready?)

Blossom zipped up his travel bag that was merely the size of a coin purse, yet he had enchanted it to hold everything he would need for their stay at Hogwarts. He looked in the mirror as he buttoned up his silk blue coat, made sure his cape was tied securely and placed his favourite item, a blue beret, onto his head. "Oui, Madame Maxime!" He called as he rushed out of the room, nearly walking into the woman. 
(Yes, Madame Maxime!)

"Blossom!" The woman called, placing a hand on her heart. "Rappelez-vous de vous comporter quand nous sommes à Hogwarts."
(Blossom! Remember to behave yourself when we're at Hogwarts.)

Blossom simply nodded his head in response as he ignored the snickering of his friends whom were stood nearby. Madame Maxime then walked away, leaving Blossom alone with the idiots he allowed himself to be surrounded by. It wasn't that they were stupid, per say, but they did love to tease him endlessly about his name. Needless to say, Blossom did not enjoy that.

"Bien aller, Fleurir," Pascal teased as he nudged Blossom in his side. They loved to compare him to Fleur, the most beautiful girl in their year as their names were basically the same. 
(Good going, Blossom).

Blossom merely looked the boy up and down, noticing how his uniform wasn't as tidy as Madame Maxime preferred it to be. He was sure Pascal would be getting an earful from their Headmistress before their departure. "Vos cheveux dépassent de votre béret, Pascal."
(Your hair is sticking out of your beret, Pascal.)

Étienne and Augustave laughed at Pascal who scowled at Blossom before the four boys were departing from the beautiful castle in which they lived in most of the year. Outside waiting for them was a carriage attached to many winged horses that would fly them from France to Scotland. The carriage appeared small on the outside, yet just like Blossom's bag, it had been enchanted to be bigger on the inside. Therefore, it would certainly be large enough to carry all of the student body which would be going to Hogwarts for the Triwizard Tournament. 

Eugène, who had been waiting for them outside, sighed once he saw his group of friends. "Je voudrais pouvoir aller avec vous." Eugène hadn't been able to convince his mother to sign the permission slip as she was too worried about sending Eugène to another country with only one adult (and let's just say that she didn't trust Madame Maxime).
(I wish I could go with you.)

"Ne t'inquiète pas, Eugène," Blossom reassured with a soft smile, lips simply twitched up at the corners. "Nous vous enverrons des lettres. Et nous serons de retours in seron de temps."
(Don't worry, Eugène. We'll send you letters. And we'll be back in no time.)

Eugène smiled back at Blossom and his friends sadly. "Merci."
(Thank you.)

After Blossom, Étienne, Augustave, and Pascal had said their goodbyes to Eugène, they climbed into the carriage. They took the row of seats at the very back in what was designated as the boy's section. On the first level there were rows upon rows of upholstered cushioned seats that acted as a sort of common room. The second level would be used for schooling, already set up with desks and chairs. The third level was where the boys would sleep and the fourth, the girls. There already dorms assigned to the students, reflecting the arrangements they had back at Beauxbatons. And the fifth level is where Madame Maxime would be residing. 

"Êtes-vous excité pour le Triwizard Tournament?" Étienne asked as he squirmed in his seat, obviously quite excited himself. Étienne was the only one in their group who was actually eligible for the tournament and therefore he was excited at the prospect of competing. Blossom, Pascal and Augustave all nodded their heads in agreement.
(Are you excited for the Triwizard Tournament?)

"J'espère que je suis choisi," Étienne continued, sighing in content as he most likely daydreamed being crowned a champion. Blossom grinned, happy for his friend's excitement, although he couldn't deny that was nervous of the outcome should Étienne be chosen. 
(I hope I'm chosen.)

"Regardez," Pascal pointed Étienne out with a grin, gaining his friends attention. "Je pense que nous l'avons perdu." And he would be correct as now Étienne was much too in his own world to pay attention to any of those around him.
(Look, I think we lost him.)

Blossom laughed lightly. "Je pense que tu as raison, Pascal."
(I think you're right, Pascal.)

The group was silent for the next few moments as more students piled into the carriage, each getting settled in. Madame Maxime did a quick roll call and after receiving an 'ici' from everyone on her list and no one else, they were set to go. Their takeoff was a bit bumpy but once they were in the air it was smooth sailing. Blossom smiled softly as he looked out of the window, enjoying the beautiful view of a blue sky and fluffy clouds. Their trip would take merely a few hours and Blossom was sure the time would just pass right by.

"D'accord, les amis." Pascal spoke as he got up, looking over at his friends. "Je vais faire une sieste. Réveille-moi quand nous sommes là." And then with a grin the boy was off towards the sleeping floor.
(Okay, friends. I'm going to take a nap. Wake me up when we're there.)

Augustave and Blossom laughed to each other. Pascal was always sleeping. They assumed it was because he always seemed to be awake during the night but the cause was unknown. They were also careful to never bring it up around Pascal as he always got quite sensitive about the topic.

"So what do you think Hogwarts will be like?" Augustave asked in English as that had been his first language, therefore, he was always more comfortable speaking it.

Blossom shrugged as he thought over the question and how he would respond, the language not coming to him as easily. "I think...it will be très intéressant." Was Blossom's finally response, words thickly coated with a French accent and some French accidentally seeping through.
(Very interesting.)

"I hope we can make some friends with some of the students there. I heard they're really nice." Blossom laughed lightly at that, thinking that perhaps it wasn't the fact that they were nice but instead because the French weren't known for their kindness.

"It will be nice to meet some people who are so différent from us." Blossom concluded, Augustave nodding his head in agreement.

"Who knows, maybe you'll even find yourself a petite amie." Augustave teased, jabbing Blossom lightly in the ribs. "Ou un petit ami." He continued with a wink.
(Girlfriend. Or a boyfriend.)

Augustave had been the only person Blossom had told of his bisexuality as he was the most accepting of their group. And he had been accepting alright but that still didn't mean he didn't enjoy teasing Blossom. A light pink hue erupted onto the boy's cheeks, although it wasn't as noticeable as it would've been on someone with paler skin, something Blossom was entirely grateful for.

"Oh, tais-toi, Augustave," Blossom brushed his friend off before returning his gaze towards the window, effectively ending the conversation.
(Oh, shut up, Augustave).

Augustave laughed but agreed, bringing out a book he had packed with him. Blossom continued to stare out at the blue sky as he thought over what it would be like to meet someone at Hogwarts and have a romantic relationship with them. It seemed like a fairytale and so Blossom attempted to brush those thoughts out of his mind. He knew fairytales weren't real and so it wouldn't do to waste time daydreaming. However, a small part of him still longed for it. He couldn't wait to get to Hogwarts.

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first chapter is complete and im actually impressed with how quickly i wrote it! anyway, i added in some stuff concerning Beauxbatons and how they got to Hogwarts so sorry if some things are incorrect.

anyway, hope you guys enjoyed this chapter and let me know what you think!

POSTED: august 12, 2019