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Charely Potter · #1 (**permalink**) 04-27-2025, 02:25 AM

The summer had drawn to a close with the start of a new term at Beauxbatons. While riding the carriages on the winged horses, the horses eventually land on an open field. The carriage doors open, allowing one to walk through and smell the fresh green of the grass and flowers. Up ahead is a set of pearly gates guarding the castle. This is where the school is ready to admit returning and new students. Before the gates are open, though, why not enjoy the fresh outdoors? The sounds of birds tweeting, majestic music playing on a harp, before the sorting ceremony begins.

New students are called individually to approach the enchanted fountain, which holds crystal clear blue water. They're given a token to flip where they can make a wish or a thought that the token will absorb. Once the token is flipped into the water, the water changes color before an item floats up for the student to take, which will symbolize the house you belong to. For Bellefeuille, a leaf. Papillonlisse, a butterfly. Lastly, Ombrelune will produce a ball that resembles the moon. Rarely, but not impossible, two or all three items will float; this is when the student can select the house of their choice. The item will float out of their hand to embroider itself on the student's robes.

Returning? Your friends and acquaintances have plenty of room to mingle with the marble benches where you can sit and catch up on your summer, and watch the new students and teachers walk by. The pearly gates await until it is time for everyone to enter the school.

Charely Potter · 04-27-2025, 06:35 PM

Serena stepped out of the carriage, hearing the familiar sounds of the water from the fountain. She was back at her second home... for the final time. Her makeup was very light today, looking natural but enhanced in just the right way as her eyelashes batted away the hint of tears. Deep breaths. She looked back to see if her little brother was going to stand by her side... probably not. But that's okay, she had other plans.

Her closed heels met the grass before she parked herself at one of the benches. Then she took a small notepad of parchment and quill to begin writing her thoughts. At least until the new first years arrived. She was looking forward to entertaining the sight of the newly sorted students.

Serge came out of a different carriage. By the time they landed, he recognized the silhouette of Serena walking across the grass before he too walked out with his friend Johnny. At 14, he felt at ease now with the transition leaving home for school now. Beforehand, he often felt like a statue moving about for the entire week before he got comfortable again. This meant he didn't need to drink as much calming teas now, which was a plus.

Serge looked to see what his friend thought. What was nice was knowing that he could be comfortably silent without the pressure to speak. Which made it easier for him to share his thoughts, "So... are you going to show me your piano talents again this year?" He asked.

AlwaysSnapesGirl · 04-28-2025, 11:29 PM

A beautiful day like this was a welcome way to begin a new term. The warm sun and the gentle breeze invigorated Autumn, and so she was eager to step out of the carriage and into the fresh air. She gave one of the winged horses a gentle pat on the neck as she passed by, soaking in the sights despite it being her fifth year at the school. There was just something about coming back on a day like this, when everything looked so gorgeous and so alive, that made returning to school easier.

She would have been content to focus all her attention on all of the winged horses that had led the carriages, but instead she wandered a bit, scanning all the new and familiar faces.

Eventually, Autumn paused beside a bench where a girl was writing in a notepad (Serena). The girl was definitely familiar, and maybe a year or two older than Autumn, but alas, Autumn could not quite recall her name at that moment. It was tragic that she was so frequently bad at remembering names. But that wouldn't stop her from making conversation.

"Beautiful day for journaling," she commented. That was what she assumed the girl was doing, at least.

Zoe · 04-29-2025, 12:15 AM

Étienne descended gracefully from the carriage. The scent of grass and wildflowers mingled with the faint sweetness of late-summer, and for a moment, it reminded him sharply of home. He smoothed the sleeve of his finely tailored robes, every gesture practiced yet inwardly restless.

The harp music floated through the air, a lilting reminder of the ceremony to come. But Étienne's eyes weren't on the fountain or the pearly gates. They lingered instead on the edges of the field, where the grass met a copse of trees, untamed and full of half-secrets. "Would it be so wrong to slip away for a moment?" he mused aloud to anyone who may have been listening, the impulse flickering through him like a moth to flame.

Instead, however, he remained rooted, the picture of poised propriety. For now. His hands clasped lightly behind his back, Étienne drifted toward the marble benches.

Coco's boots hit the ground with a muted thud as he stepped down from the carriage, the crisp smell of fresh-cut grass immediately filling his lungs. Slinging his satchel higher onto his shoulder, he gave the magnificent harp music only a passing glance before casting his gaze upward toward the castle's glittering gates, the towering spires beyond, and the endless blue stretching overhead.

He moved quietly along the edges of the gathering crowd, instinctively steering clear of the larger groups sprawled on the benches. His hand brushed against the items he had tucked into his pocket, an odd comfort. Another year, he thought, another step closer.

Near the outskirts, Coco found an unclaimed bench and sat, fingers idly sketching unseen patterns into the marble. His mind drifted.

Dorothea stood near the grand pearly gates, a statuesque figure in flowing, earth-toned robes that caught the afternoon breeze like sails. Her silver hair was swept into a loose knot, and her sharp, discerning eyes took in the scene with quiet pride.

As the carriages emptied and students spilled into the field, Dorothea's heart tightened—not with nerves, but with the familiar stirrings of hope and nostalgia. She watched the new students approach the enchanted fountain, instantly taken back to her own first steps here so many years ago—awkward, towering above her classmates, unsure where she belonged. How the years have changed her...

A group of returning students passed by on the way to the benches, and she offered them a small but genuine smile, her hand lifting in acknowledgment.

FearlessLeader19 · 04-29-2025, 05:20 AM

Johnny was in a mood. Not his usual happy-go-lucky friendly mood but the surly type. He was so tempted to walk away and leave Serge, and seeing Serena sitting on one of the benches, he was tempted even more to do so, to go sit with her. Serge most likely wouldn’t care anyway, much like he most likely wouldn’t have noticed if Johnny transferred to Hogwarts with his sisters. Yet the moment he felt the other boy’s presence behind him… well, Jon changed his mind. He’d always felt the urge to look out for Serge given the guy’s quiet nature. That didn’t mean that Jon wanted to talk to him though. In anycase, sometimes comfortable silence sometimes lapsed between them. He was silent for a moment longer at the words. Happy-go-lucky Johnny would have burst out in an enthusiastic ‘yes, and you’re going to play a few tunes with me!’. Instead, he shrugged and asked softly, “Does it matter if I'm the one who showed you or not?” Did his presence here even matter to Serge? Perhaps he should have concluded his Beauxbatons education a couple months ago.

Watching another girl {Autumn} discouraged Johnny altogether from joining Serena but it was okay. At least Serena had some company. He instead watched as other students milled about. He instantly recognised a few, Étienne included. “No, it wouldn’t be wrong to slip away,’’ Johnny silently answered the question. Still not feeling quite chatty, he headed for an empty bench, passing a professor {Dorothea} who smiled at him. His response? A simple nod as he moved on to eventually take a seat on a bench not too far from Coco.

Jonathan suddenly didn’t want to be here. He may love speaking French everyday, the French food, Beauxbatons in general but what was the point of being here when the biggest reason he had chosen to stay wouldn't have even missed him if he left?

WhittyBitty · 04-30-2025, 06:27 AM

Smiling, Aimée stepped out of the carriage. It was a beautiful day and she couldn't think of a better start of a new term. She loved being at the school, and couldn't wait for what the new term would bring her. A lot of new adventures, she was sure! And she would learn so much more. There were so many new discoveries for her to make.

As she looked around, she spotted a boy who didn't look like he was happy to be there. "Are you alright?" she asked him kindly, hoping that he wouldn't be put off by her talking to him.

**Narrative Nurse** · 05-11-2025, 12:17 AM

Drip, drip...

The sky was a dashing blue matching the castle and uniformed students. The drip came occasional, to where some would look up but feel as though they imagined it.

Then the drip came steady. The golden harp was playing while the dripping turned into some drizzle and finally with the clouds came rain.

Hope you packed your umbrellas. It doesn't look like the gates are ready to be open, try as you might to run inside from the rain.

Charely Potter · 05-11-2025, 11:07 PM

Serena thought it was such a beautiful day, the birds chirping over the harp music during the sorting. It was poetic almost.

Days begins low, now above
White as snow, but with love

Okay, her writing could be better. But she had plans for her writing once the editing came through. "Hmm?" A younger lady commented, "It is. There's just so much to-" A drop fell into her eye, which had her squinting, "Mm.. there's so much to see, so little time to write." That was when the rain began to pour. "Oh no!" She closed her book immediately, her work could not be ruined at a time like this as she stuffed it into her little purse. Somewhere in her purse with the extendable charm was her little umbrella.. aha! She pulled it out. "Quick, before your beautiful hair gets ruined!" Since the younger girl was nice enough to acknowledge her, she offered her some solice before they could head inside... wait, why isn't the gate open?!

Serge blinked at the question Johnny asked him, "..What do you mean?" It was just the two of them. He was confused on the context as if someone else was in their circle. But whether he heard him or not, Johnny already walked away. Leading Serge to walk behind them.. he stopped though at the sight of a girl who then approached Johnny.

Serge froze. He wasn't used to the sudden change. Not that he was afraid of her, but he didn't expect this to happen so he stopped walking, only his eyes looking at the two with a blank expression. His head was the only thing to move as he looked up at the sky to watch and feel the rain fall on himself.

WhittyBitty · 05-13-2025, 04:28 AM

As she waited to see if the boy would answer her, Aimée felt a raindrop land on her head. Frowning, she reached into her bag and pulled out the umbrella she had packed. She didn't mind rain, but she wasn't a big fan of being caught in it. She much preferred to be inside when it happened.

Glancing at the gates, she wondered when they would be allowed inside. Didn't seem like it would be happening just yet. She wondered what the hold up was.

FearlessLeader19 · 05-15-2025, 03:42 AM

Johnny heard the question but he didn’t bother answering. It wasn’t that he was mad at Serge, just disappointed. He wasn’t so sure why he was this upset that his friend hadn't taken the news of his staying at Beauxbatons more…. What? Joyously? With enthusiasm? Jon knew he would eventually calm down and return to Serge - how could he not when the other guy was so important to him? - but right now he just wanted to be caught up in all of his feelings.

Aimée would be correct in deducing that he was not happy to be here. But the feeling too would pass eventually. Jon hated being sad and would do what he could to not hang on to the emotion longer than necessary. “I’m not,’’ he replied honestly. “But I will be.” Jonathan was about to say more, to change the subject but he too felt it. The raindrop landed neatly on the tip of his nose and before he knew it, rain was pouring down on everyone and everything. His curly hair was soon soaked, as was the rest of him. His hair hung flat but he forgot about himself, hurriedly looking towards Serge. Why was he just looking up at the sky and not at least make an attempt to find some form of cover? Did he want to catch a cold?

Jon cupped his hands around his mouth and tried to make himself be heard over the downpour. “Serge!’’

Sahil now made his presence known, passing the students as he made his way in Dorothea’s direction. He was humming to himself - when he wasn’t stopping to randomly greet students, this is. It was marvelous to see so many chattering young ones. The professor certainly was in high anticipation of teaching them all at some point. What lessons he had planned! They were certain to leave each student eager for the next!

The sudden drops on his dark head of hair and him squinting up at the skies. Really? It was going to rain now? When all the students were gathered out here? “Perfect timing,’’ he muttered to himself, his tone quite sarcastic. The words hardly exited his mouth when the heavy shower started. His only concern was the students, quite certain that many of them had not brought umbrellas. Quick thinking saw him conjuring up some of all shapes and sizes. In no time, Sahil was magicking them towards as many students possible, the things hovering within reach so those in need could grab them and take shelter.

**Narrative Nurse** · 05-18-2025, 03:14 AM

The sky darkened with clouds, and the rain continued to fall without pause.

Next came the rumble of the approaching storm, which occasionally drowned out the sound of the golden harp. The vibrations from the thunder echoed off the golden gates, causing them to emit a loud squeal before they opened.

Was that a flash of lightning you just saw? Better hurry and step inside the castle...

CLAP

Charely Potter · 05-23-2025, 08:10 PM

The thunder caused Serge to jump and shake. Too loud. His ears were ringing, before he covered his ears with his hands. He looked over to see Jon shouting in his direction. He couldn't see his sister with this crowd in the way. So he did his best pushing through, though the crowd was pushing him in the direction of the gate instead.

Help... No. I won't stay here.

Serge keeping his ears covered, ran in the direction of where he thought he last saw Jon and the other girl. He could head in with them.

At the sight of rain and thunder, Serena's instincts to remain beautiful and untouched at all times were set aside. Her brother hated anything loud to the point of being a statue. Ordinarily she'd see him with his friend and trust they would guide him but there was no sign of them with Serge. Oh wait, there he was running with the others. "Excuse me, my younger brother I have to check on him." She acknowledged the girl nearby and.. oh what the heck. Here, have a free umbrella. She'll fix herself later.

"Serge!" Serena tripped onto the ground. Sigh. She refused to go barefoot and have more dirt on her toes. But now her robes would need to be charmed and pressed clean. This is horrible! Serena thought, as she pushed her wet hair back.

"When RAINDROPS fell..... down from the skyyy.." Serena sang as she placed her heels back on and attempted to stand and follow the others.

This was strange.. the area was usually charmed to disguise any sign of weather. Yet the gate didn't open early enough. Emidio's arms were crossed as he frowned, not wincing at the raindrops pouring on his head. He dealt with far worse weather on the pitch in his Quidditch playing days. Imagine flying on a tree with thunder occasionally striking the branches and you couldn't use a wand to extinguish it.

Finally, the gates were geared to open.

"Everybody, inside quickly!" Looking in the direction of somebody singing, "Miss Eris-Foster, on your feet and stop singing! Everyone will be accounted for before the gates close." No need for any students risking illness on his watch.

FearlessLeader19 · 06-08-2025, 01:21 PM

Johnny was not at all afraid of storms but the way the place had gotten dark and the roar of thunder… he just wanted to be safely within the confines of his school’s walls. And he wanted Serge with him. Jon winced as another clap of thunder rang through the air, not for himself but for Serge whom he knew would be affected. He jumped when something brushed his right temple. Looking around, he saw it was an umbrella and only then did he actually grasp that Professor Nadeem had taken the initiative to hand out umbrellas. What was equally great was that the gates were opening. ”Finally! All it took was a little rain,’’ he thought in annoyance. Jon grabbed the umbrella and quickly shook it open over his head. “You’d better head inside,’’ he told pretty, blond Aimée beside him. ”I’m just going to go get my friend.” Maybe later he’d catch up with her, thank her for inquiring about his well being.

Jonathan spotted Serge trying to make his way towards him in the crowd. Without thinking, he joined in the fray. He eventually reached the other boy, thankfully. Jon reached for Serge’s hand, wrapping his fingers comfortingly around the other’s. “You going to be okay?” At least there wasn’t rain pouring down on Serge anymore since the umbrella was covering them both. Jon’s soaked no-longer-curls hung along his face sending tiny streams of water down his neck. “We should head inside, maybe we’ll find Serena’s already there.” If Serge preferred his sister’s company.

Umbrellas distributed, Sahil began shepherding the students towards the gates. Luckily, not much effort was needed on his part as the onslaught of sky juice had seen to that. He continued humming to himself as the crowd continued to make a break for it. Eventually he made it closer to the gate where he recognised Emidio’s voice, chiding a singing student. “There’s never a bad time to sing,’’ Sahil remarked good naturedly as he approached the two. “But Monsieur Patterson is quite right, Ms. Eris-Foster. Off you go.” Sahil came to a stop beside Emidio, feeling incredibly dwarfed by his colleague’s tall stature. Hello, up there, Emidio! “It must be awfully annoying getting hit with the rain before any of us.’’ Smiling slightly, Sahil magicked one of the spare umbrellas open then made it hover over Emidio’s head, the handle within reach if he wanted to hold it. “It would be unwise to get sick, especially at the very start of the new school year.”

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