The Beauxbatons carriage was nearing the Hogwarts grounds where it would be landing. All of the students were excitedly looking out at the new scenery, Blossom and his friends included. Even Pascal, who although had been woken up only a few minutes prior, seemed to be in a fairly good mood.

"C'est très sombre," Étienne spoke up, all the others nodding in agreement. 
(It's so gloomy.)

"Je suppose que c'est l'Ecosse pour vous." Pascal laughed as did the other boys. Madame Maxime then called for the students to be seated as they were about to land. Blossom looked out at the window as the carriage prepared to land, noticing all the students that were standing around waiting for them. He smiled at the prospect of making some new friends. 
(I guess that's Scotland for you.)

"Attention, étudiants," Madame Maxime spoke as she stood to her full height. "Rappelez-vous que nous sommes des invités ici et nous devons donc être respectueux en tout temps." She reminded them, resulting in a chorus of 'oui, madame'.
(Attention students. Remember that we are guests here and so we must be respectful at all times.)

Assured that her students would be setting a good example for the other schools, Madame Maxime stepped out, being greeted by Hogwarts' Headmaster. The rest of the students piled out afterwards, girls first then the boys. 

A bright grin was immediately set in place on Blossom's face as he took in a deep breath of the crisp, Scotland air. He straightened his back, stretching it out slightly as it had gone a bit stiff during the journey. His other friends stood beside him, taking in their new environment. Pascal noticed some girls from Hogwarts staring at them and he couldn't resist standing them a wave and a wink, resulting in them to let out a fit of giggles. Étienne gave his friend a sly smirk while Augustave merely rolled his eyes. Blossom just ignored them altogether. 

As Blossom was surveying his surroundings, his eyes caught onto something interesting. It was a boy, but not just any boy. No, this boy was the absolute cutest boy Blossom had ever seen. He had blonde hair that rested on a round face. It was hard to tell from the distance but he seemed short and slightly chubby. He was wearing black robes adorned with red lining and was holding a toad. His gaze seemed to have caught onto Blossom as well as a bright blush had made its way onto his face. All in all, the boy was simply beautiful. 

"Oh mon Dieu," Blossom whispered in awe, slightly breathless from the beauty that was the boy.
(Oh my god). 

Augustave had been the only one that had heard him and looked over at Blossom curiously. "Qu'est-ce que c'est?" He questioned.
(What is it?)

Blossom finally looked away then, breaking himself away from his daze. He shook his head slightly, a light blush making its way onto his features. "Ce n'est rien." He brushed off.
(It's nothing.)

Augustave obviously didn't believe it yet he didn't press any further. "D'accord. Nous allons à l'intérieur maintenant."
(Okay. We're going inside now.)

Blossom nodded to confirm that he had heard his friend and followed along with the rest of the students as they were led inside by the Headmaster. He looked at the inside, marveling at how it was similar yet so different from their own school. For some reason it seemed a lot colder and darker here, something that Blossom was not used to as Beauxbatons was always so light and airy. It almost made him feel like he was in a dungeon. Yet, he could see how it had a homey feel to it, especially to those that had been attending Hogwarts for years. 

The students were then lead to a hallway were the Durmstrang students were already waiting. "Here is where you'll wait while our students get settled in, then you can make your entrance." Dumbledore clarified before leaving them alone. 

Madame Maxime then began to speak with the Headmaster of Durmstrang while the students began talking amongst one another. Some of the Beauxbatons girls had caught the eyes of some Durmstrang boys and after a few more flirty looks they finally approached each other. This started the mingling of the schools yet Blossom and his friends stayed rooted to their spots as they were all much too shy to interact with anyone outside of their group. Especially those that were as cool as the Durmstrang boys.

However, that didn't stop two Durmstrang boys from approaching them. "Hello," one greeted, a thick eastern European accent coming through. "I am Sandor and this is Dacso."

The group of Beauxbatons boys smiled at them awkwardly, very much intimidated by the Durmstrang boys' height and large stature. Blossom, sensing that his other friends would be too shy to respond and him being one of the most outgoing of the group, decided to take the lead on the conversation.

"Hello," he said softly with a smile, easing the other boys' worries. "I'm Blossom and these are my friends, Augustave, Pascal, and Étienne." Blossom introduced to the, admittedly handsome, Durmstrang boys.

The six boys talked amongst one another for the next ten minutes or so, exchanging pleasantries and learning more about the other. For example, they learned that Sandor was seventeen and therefore intended to enter into the tournament, while Dasco was his younger brother who was fourteen, the same age as Blossom. They weren't able to talk for much longer, however, as their Headmaster and Headmistress each called for their students to return to their lines. Yet the boys did promise to hang out in the next few days.

Pascal had a giddy smile on his face with a light blush after they had talked to the boys, the reason unbeknownst to Blossom. He decided that he would question his friend later.

"Ils sont vraiment gentils," Pascal spoke softly, the other boys nodding in agreement. 
(They're very nice.)

They weren't able to talk more on the subject as it was then that Beauxbatons and Durmstrang were about to make their entrance. Beauxbatons went first as the girls had prepared a special dance which had Pascal gagging, Étienne snickering and Augustave and Blossom rolling their eyes. It wasn't that it wasn't beautiful or entrancing, just the boys found it unfair how the girls were able to perform yet they weren't even though they were just as into the arts. It was also annoying how the Hogwarts boys seemed to melt on the spot.

Next, some Durmstrang boys entered with an intense dance with sticks and fire. Sandor was one of them and he smiled at the boys with a wink when he caught their eye, causing Étienne to blush a bright red. 

Once the performances were finished, the other Beauxbatons and Durmstrang students were able to take their seats, Beauxbatons sitting at what Blossom learned to be the Ravenclaw table. Their colours were also blue and from the brief conversation he had with a student, they were quite creative and open minded. Therefore, Blossom was able to appreciate them.

Headmaster Dumbledore then shared a grand speech, letting the Hogwarts students know more about the tournament that Beauxbatons had been preparing for since before summer. He even brought out the Goblet of Fire and Triwizard cup which simply made Étienne wiggle around in excitement. 

"Pourriez-vous arrêter ça? C'est ennuyant." Pascal snapped, shooting Étienne a harsh look whom merely gave him a guilty look.
(Could you stop that? Its annoying.)

Blossom shot him a glare, not pleased that he had made their friend feel guilty for merely being excited. "Laissez-le tranquille, Pascal. Laissez-le s'amuser."
(Leave him alone, Pascal. Let him have his fun.)

Pascal huffed yet didn't say anything as he returned his gaze towards the front of the Great Hall. Étienne shot him a grateful smile which Blossom returned with a small one of his own. 

Blossom then looked away, allowing his gaze to wander until it caught sight of the table next to them which held students all wearing black robes adorned with red, just like the boy earlier had been wearing. At the thought of the beautiful boy, Blossom's eyes searched the table, hoping he'd be able to catch sight of him again and assure himself that the boy hadn't just been a figment of his imagination. 

The boy kept at it for a few moments with no luck and just when he was about to give up, his eyes latched onto a familiar chubby looking boy with rose dusted cheeks. He was laughing at something, his slightly shaggy blonde hair shaking as he did so. Blossom's breath hitched at the sheer beauty that he was witnessing. And it was then that he vowed to get to know the boy who he was sure would be occupying his dreams.

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i had half of this written for a couple weeks but i was so stuck and then all of a sudden today i got a burst of inspiration and wrote 600 words! so im gonna take it. sorry if this chapter seems slow or weird, this will be quite a fast paced and fluffy story so im thinking maybe Neville and Blossom will meet next chapter??

anyway, let me know your guys' thoughts on the story so far and the characters and what you would like to see more of! also feel free to give me some scenarios that could take place between blossom and neville

POSTED: august 29, 2019