Matthew stumbled as he was spat out of the fireplace. He leaned against a nearby wall as he tried to regain his balance. He looked over as the fire let out a loud Whoosh and Francis came tumbling out. It was quite amusing to see the normally graceful man dizzily lean forwards and back. Thankfully, he seemed to be clean of any soot. Matthew didn't think he could watch as Francis brushed his hair to 'perfection' for another hour. 

"Ah, Francis? Are you alright?" He called out. The poor Frenchman seemed to be having trouble standing upright. Matthew pushed away from the wall and held onto his arm, trying to steady him.

Francis clutched onto his arm and turned his face away to try and get some air. That was horrible. Why anyone thought that fireplaces were a good source of transportation needed to get their head checked. Honestly. Wizards.

"Excuse me, who are you?" A British accent asked the two blondes. They spun around to see an old man with a long beard and mismatched clothes pointing a wand in their direction.

("Mon dieu, that is the worst outfit I have ever seen in my life!")

("Not now Francis.")

"Excusez-moi? Hasn't Arthur told you that we would be arriving?" Francis said with a frown. He turned to Matthew who looked confused.

"I thought Allistor sent a letter." He said.

The old man - how was he not dead yet? - had a look of realization as he clasped his hands together. "You must be acquaintances of Professor Kirkland and Professor Jones."

"Um, Yeah. We are. Acquaintances, I mean." Matthew replied and he gestured nervously with his hands. The old man - seriously, who was this guy again? - nodded and sent a Patronus to the two Professors to come to his office.

As the Headmaster was occupied, Francis gently grasped Matthew's hands and lowered them, stopping their meaningless flailing.

"Relax, mon cher. There's nothing to be worried about. We're fine." Francis spoke in a soft tone.

Matthew took a deep breath and smiled. He hesitatingly removed his hands from his grasp and nodded.

Suddenly, a loud knock rang out followed by loud voices.

("Are you sure this is the right place?")

("Of course I'm sure. I came here to apply for the job remember?")

("It's kinda weird though. It's a Gryffin. And a door. Oh my gosh Artie, it's a Gryffin-door.")

("...I can't believe you said that.")

The owners of the voices entered the room. Both pairs of eyes immediately met the other. Alfred grinned as he leaped towards his brother. Arthur simply looked the other way with a huff.

("Bloody Frenchie.")

"Hey Matt! Isn't this cool? Magic school is freaking awesome!" Alfred said with a loud boisterous laugh that ricocheted around the room.

Matthew closed his eyes and tried to free himself from Alfred's tight grasp. Even though they had the same strength, Alfred tended to forget and often crushed him.

Matthew didn't think that he'd ever be the same after the one time he had tried to play catch with the American. Never again, that was for sure.

"Alfreddd." He wheezed out. Thankfully, Alfred let go of him and Matthew breathed in and out clearer.

Arthur turned to face Francis. "Why the bloody hell are you here?"

Francis mock-frowned. "Mon ami, didn't you miss me?"

Arthur snorted. "Hell, no."

Professor Dumbledore coughed. They all turned to see him with his hands raised. "Gentlemen, what exactly is your purpose of being here today?"

"Doesn't matter. They're leaving."

Francis replied, ignoring the fuming Englishman. "We were wondering if we could see how Hogwarts taught compared to our schools."

"What schools did you two attend, if I may ask?" Professor Dumbledore asked.

Francis gave a deep bow with a flourish. "Only the best academy of magic, Beauxbatons!"

"Um, I went to Ilvermorny School of Witchcraft and Wizardry." Matthew replied.

Professor Dumbledore nodded. "Alright, you may stay here as Assistant Professors. I'm sure the Professors would appreciate it. However, I must know your names and subject that you'd like to assist in."

("You didn't tell him your names?")

("It slipped our minds, honest!")

Matthew gave a smile. "I'm Matthew Williams, Alfred's older brother. I would like to help the Charms Professor, if you don't mind."

"Francis Bonnefoy at your service. Herbology is my strength, I must admit."

Professor Dumbledore smiled. "Welcome to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. I shall see if we can find rooms for you two. Would you be adverse to sharing a quarters?"

Matthew meekly nodded as Francis waved and a hand off to the side. "We wouldn't want to be a trouble Monsieur. I'm fine with whatever you wish."

With that, the group left the Headmaster's office as they started to converse loudly.

("Mattie, you're only older by a little bit.")

("I'm actually much older than you, probably by a few hundred years. I just stayed physically smaller than you for a long time, that's all.")

("Still not fair.")

-This time skip is brought to you by weird modes of transportation that wizards and witches use-

Harry was used to weird things popping up all the time. It was just something that he had to deal with, being the Boy-Who-Lived and all that. But when he saw an almost exact copy of Professor Jones with longer wavy hair and purple eyes enter the Great Hall followed by a slightly older - probably 5 years at most - blonde with slightly longer hair and what appeared to be a French accent, he stopped to stare.

"Mathieu, I must insist that you visit Beauxbatons with moi sometime. There's the most beautiful fountain at the entrance that..."

"Francis, I think they're calling us over." The Jones-Copy pointed to where Professor Jones was waving to them rather enthusiastically.

"Hey Mattie, Franny! Come sit with us!" Alfred said with a grin.

The other Professors looked curiously to the two newest members of staff with barely hidden curiosity.

Harry watched as they both walked over to the Head Table and sat down beside the History of Magic Professors.

"The quieter one seems to be Professor Jones' brother. I wonder who the other one is." Hermione spoke.

Ron shrugged. "Why does it matter? Maybe they're here to teach a class or help the other Professors out or something."

Harry pointed to Professor Kirkland. "Professor Kirkland doesn't seem happy to see them. Or at least the shorter one." He amended as the Englishman hit the Frenchman over the head and started glaring at him.

Ron squinted. "Mate, I dunno what you're on about. They all look about the same size to me."

Hermione shook her head. "Honestly Ronald, Professor Kirkland is a little shorter than Professor Jones and the Frenchman looks to be the same size as him. On the other hand, the Professor Jones look-alike seems to be a bit taller than Professor Jones. Which means that he's the tallest, followed by Professor Jones, then Professor Kirkland and the Frenchman."

Harry and Ron stared at her in astonishment. "How- How do you even?"

Hermione blushed under their gaze. "Never mind."

Meanwhile, at the Head Table introductions were being made.

"Bonjour, I am the new Herbology Assistant Professor Francis Bonnefoy. May I ask who the lovely person that I shall be working with is?" Francis asked with a friendly smile.

Professor Sprout smiled at the man. "Hello, I am the Herbology Professor and Head of Hufflepuff House Pompona Sprout. I was not aware that we were getting new Assistant Professors?" She said with confusion.

Matthew spoke up. "Actually, it's a bit of a recent thing. Sorry to be a bother, but do you know who the Charms Professor is? I'm supposed to be their Assistant Professor." He said while he shifted on his feet.

Professor Sprout pointed to Professor Flitwick. He thanked her and turned towards the part-goblin to be acquainted.

Francis smiled softly at the Canadian. He was so polite and kind. Francis didn't know how anyone could forget or ignore such a person. He turned back to Professor Sprout and asked her about the classes and how he would help her. After a few minutes, the peaceful flow of conversation was broken by a shrill shriek. Francis looked over to see Alfred backing away from the table, his robes covered in Pumpkin juice.

"Did you see that?" Alfred pointed a finger towards his plate shakily.

Arthur pushed his chair back after glancing at where he was pointing. "What's wrong?"

"There was a rat! It was freaking huge!"

A sigh. "Alfred, I doubt there was a rat. Someone would have noticed if there was."

"It spilled juice on me Arthur. I'm not lying." Arthur knew he was being serious when Alfred said his name and looked him in the eye. He muttered a quick Scourgify and cleaned the split drink.

"Well, it's gone now. No use worrying about it now. You can clean your plate and finish eating. You're causing a scene." Arthur motioned to where some of the students were watching Alfred confused. Alfred nodded and hesitantly sat back down in his seat.

"Fine. You owe me an ice-cream though Artie." Alfred said with a near-pout.

"What?"

The two started to softly bicker. Anyone could see that neither of them meant any of the slight insults that left their mouths. Francis looked away before they called him out on it.

'Ah, amour. You affect even the most stubborn of us.' He thought with a sly smile.

"Professor Bonnefoy?"

He'd briefly forgotten about the Hufflepuff for a few minutes. "Yes. Désolé. I drifted off for a few minutes."

"They're quite the pair, Jones and Kirkland."

Francis choked on his drink. "Quoi?"

Professor Sprout looked him over with a steely face. "Due to a Potions incident, I have become aware to the fact that they love each other, but are unaware of this fact. You seem to be close to them. Is there any way to help them figure this out?"

Well this was certainly unexpected, but not entirely unwelcome. Working together with someone who knew the castle to get them together would make his job much easier. "I've been trying, but if we work together, I'm sure that we'd be able to figure something out."

And with a handshake, the project to get Arthur and Alfred began.

AN: Yay, Francis and Matthew are here. Time to see what trouble they get into.

-Madsinator (11/17/17)