Ilya was not impressed. Like, yeah, everything was super clean, shiny and tidy (just the way his grandma liked it) but this was not what he was dreaming of for the past year. He felt like he was in one of his auntie's school stories and he was supposed to write his own.

ANYWAY. Enough with the negativity, he was just sorted into Ravenclaw and can now sit relaxed and happy at the table of... Papillllioninininonon, whatever.

Ilya sat there. Watching. Observing. So many students, so many professors. Where was Gertie?

The dog table was where they were supposed to go, then! Bernie scampered along happily, now that she had be redirected to the Papillon Table. She recognized one person at this table so far, ILyA! The BOY who was NOT an elf!

"Whew!" Bernie sighed happily, sitting down beside him. "We made it! We're here! You're..." she thought for a moment about what the hat had said for him, since he was alphabetically ahead of her, "Ravenclaw?" And, that reminded her of something else the Sorting Hat had said about him. "And why does your hair change color?" She knew she wasn't crazy. She had seen his hair doing that in the carriages, and it had changed a BUNCHA times in front of the WHOLE SCHOOL while the Hat was talking to him.

Fiona made her way to the Papillionlisse table and saw two others sitting down. However, she looked around and saw older students standing up. She scratched her head, unsure as to what to do. She decided to stand since she had spent quite some time sitting down on the journey. She looked at the others and nodded in greeting. Hopefully, she could sit down soon. Fiona didn't want to stand for ages, though and she was quite hungry.

Still processing what the sorting hat had just told her, Faye quizzically made her way towards the table that had a very interesting name to it. Papillonlisse was it? She could recognize it, however French was not her strongest language that she was currently learning. Her first being English, with a even pairing of between Swedish and Hungarian. However, she had been practicing her French a little more than usual over the summer, so hopefully it would get better as the year went on?

As she approached the table, a smile was immediately across her lips as she looked over the other students who had just been sorted as she had. Giving a friendly wave before speaking in a bright tone, "Hi there, I'm Faye.."

It was not too long after she had introduced herself that she had heard music playing in the background and was immediately looking to find the source, until her eyes settled on WOOD NYMPHS being the source of the beautiful music she was hearing! How sweet! This caused her smile to grow more before taking a seat at the table with the other students waiting for the ceremony to end.

....Could she perhaps go over to the nymphs listen to them?

Gemma made her way to the Papillionlisse table. 'Butterfly... something, right?' Gemma knew a little French. Her annoying little sister studied it and went about the house screaming it. She would never admit it but it actually helped her learn a few things before coming here.

There were a few other people at the table, some where sitting and others were standing. 'Oh no... Already a pivotal moment in which group to follow.' Gemma looked around at the other tables and saw that most were standing. She decided to follow their lead.



Gemma looked at the small red-head who was looking off at the nymphs. She seemed too transfixed to interrupt her but Gemma let out a little cough before saying, "Hey! Faye, right? I'm Gemma!" She smiled at the girl and politely waved to everyone else at the table. Most of the people around her seemed to be first-years too which helped relax her nerves.

This was...interesting. They were going to be at school in France? That's fun. Austin stood at the table before the head mistress sat down.

Analiese walked over to the Papillionlisse table and waited for the Headmistress to take her seat. She noticed the house name meant smooth butterfly in French - an interesting name for a house. French was not her strongest language though, so she might have been wrong. Her first language was Scottish Gaelic, followed by Nepali, Filipino and English. Then there was Malaysian, and she was learning French, Spanish and German. She knew it was a lot of languages for a 12-year-old, but she strived to learn as much languages as she could. She politely nodded to everyone at the table already. She calmly gazed at the wood nymphs as they played their tune and waited to be sat down.

Claudine was not impressed by the grand décor of Beauxbatons as she hailed from a wealthy family. This meant that she had seen it all at the Mansion. Smiling faintly at the fact that she had secured a spot in Slytherin House, she moved towards the table designated for first to third years. This wasn’t Hogwarts way and frankly, she would prefer if it had been.

That stupid, inconvenient mist.

Claudine noticed that some students were standing while others were sitting and this confused her. What should she do? There had to be a reason so many were standing... but she? She wanted to sit. And this was what she did, nodding to those closest to her.

Phoebe would have waited by the group that still needed to be sorted, but that apparently was unacceptable behavior. So Phoebe allowed herself to be shooed along toward the table with all the shortest people in the room. Not sitting with all the Gryffindors, then, but sitting with all the other babes.

She was a babe, so that was fine. Phoebe pulled up next to the boy with color changing hair and immediately knocked her napkin off the table. More like a kitten being naughty than a girl being clumsy. "This place is too posh. I feel like I have to whisper and learn to curtsy. And I don't want to learn to curtsy."

This was not good. This was not good at all.

How was she expected to focus on school when her school wasn’t even her school anymore?She went to Hogwarts! She had just started getting the hang of the castle after a year there and now she had to start all over again!

Plus, she didn’t speak French!

As she entered the Great Hall Dining Chamber, Anna was very clearly in distress. A frown was crinkling up her forehead and her arms were folded. She sat at the butterfly table hardly even caring who was near her. It didn’t matter. She’d never be able to find anyone again anyway.

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Ravenclaw. He was a Ravenclaw. Just like his mum, his dad, his gran, his uncle. He was like them.

Teddy was still buzzing from his sorting when he reached the Papillionlisse table and wiggled into the empty seat beside his sister. There was conflict stirring inside him now; he wanted to congratulate her, he wanted to cheer for himself, he wanted to mourn their separation, he wanted to analyze how this happened and reel off all the reasons why this was not how it was supposed to go. But she looked unbothered, he was happy with his own sorting... and, before he knew it, he had pulled her into a sideways hug.

"We did it," he whispered. It wasn't the "it" he had anticipated, but... there they were. Hogwarts students. Well, Hogwarts-slash-Beauxbatons students. They had houses. Different ones, but good ones. Gryffindor was a respectable house. Phoebe was the brave one, the adventurous one, the carefree one... and maybe they weren't in the same house, but maybe Yoyo, Tavie, Cecelia, or Flynn would join either of them so they wouldn't be all alone in their houses. Maybe.

He was late. An unbecoming trait to be certain and he would surely receive an earful from his headmistress when he finally made his way to the staff table. He was also certain that once he explained the situation that had resulted in his tardiness that she would be more forgiving. It had been as necessary as the entire altercation with the gargoyle had been unsettling.

But first.

Thick Hebridean Black dragonhide boots shuffling against the immaculate marble floor, Mathys de Nostredame's hand was clutched against his neck. It was nothing but a flesh wound, hardly bled at all but would still need tended to, and curious in its execution seeing how uncharacteristic it was for the gargoyles to be this ornery this time of term. They always held their positions with pride about the castle's exterior. Pulling his hand away to examine it, he clicked his tongue and muttered a few choice words in French before his dusted in crimson palm returned to covering the slash going right across his neck from base of his jaw to collarbone. His chest had been spared thanks to his golden King of the Serpent skin jacket.

His feet came to an unceremonious stop right behind one of their Hogwarts guests [Cassirin] who had just purposefully knocked her napkin to the ground. "A curtsy would hardly be ze wahrst of sings for you to learn. Could perhaps help polish your movements. Zey appear to be .......lacking a certain grace." Coiling his fingers coolly to his palm, the Head of House beckoned the fallen serviette to his hand and they straightened his fingers and turned his palm to the table so that it draped itself back into its proper position.

"Bienvenue à L'Académie de Magie Beauxbâtons."

He was now speaking to the table at large and tilted his head a bit into his hand, pulse calming, before continuing.

"I am Professor de Nostredame, ze head of house to ze house of Papillionlisse, whose table you currently occupy, and your Care of Magical Creatures professor for ze term. A remindair zat napkins belong on laps or ze table, do not scratch ze silverware, and mouths are closed while one chews." He would have tipped them off about the color changing doilies under their plates, but he was certain those had been collected at the conclusion of the feast the night before. It was important that their Hogwarts guests not be distracted by too much splendor their first night. His piercing icy blue eyes scrutinized the long table. "Our headmistress has already been seated. Ze rest of you should do ze same."

Austin glared in his mind. He knew how to have manors. But he didn't glare outloud, silently standing there with respect and waited silently. He was having to go to another school in a different country with new people that he didn't know. It scared him a lot. Was it him or was he having trouble breathing right now?

Fiona had now sat down, determined not to make a sarcastic remark. She was trying to do the right thing. She sat up and her eyes fell upon a slightly older Slytherin boy who seemed to be hyperventilating a bit. She whispered at him,"Are ya okay?"

Austin could vaguely hear who ever was talking to him. He shook his head and thumbed at his neck. He couldn't breathe. He couldn't breathe.

"Try to take deep breaths. Are you feeling panicky due to us not being at Hogwarts castle? Ipso facto, panic attacks happen in such situations," Fiona answered.

After a few moments pause, Fiona continued. "Maybe you can talk to someone like a teacher after the Beauxbatons Headmistress/Hogwarts Headmaster have given their speeches."

Gertie was always this... he didn't know the adjective best fit for her. It was a cross between rushed and clumsy. What was it? "Yep. You're a Gryffindor." He grinned, he watched evvvvvvveryone getting sorted. It was a once in a lifetime experience, and he was going to witness it every single year. "It's weird being in different houses but sitting at the same table." He noted, being pretentious since he never was in a house before ten minutes ago.

"Why?" He repeated her question with a slight knot to his brow. "I'm metamorphmagus, my grandma said. It started only this summer when I got my wand, though." So who knew why. Probably because he was awesome?

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She politely nodded to everyone at the table already. She calmly gazed at the wood nymphs as they played their tune and waited to be sat down.

Ilya gave her a wide smile in return. He liked meeting his yearmates! They were going to be stuck together for the next, like, seven years!

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Phoebe would have waited by the group that still needed to be sorted, but that apparently was unacceptable behavior. So Phoebe allowed herself to be shooed along toward the table with all the shortest people in the room. Not sitting with all the Gryffindors, then, but sitting with all the other babes.

She was a babe, so that was fine. Phoebe pulled up next to the boy with color changing hair and immediately knocked her napkin off the table. More like a kitten being naughty than a girl being clumsy. "This place is too posh. I feel like I have to whisper and learn to curtsy. And I don't want to learn to curtsy."

Another girl sat on the other side of him. Why was it that he was always surrounded by girls at home and now in school? Ilya attempted to catch the napkin and failed to. The girl didn't even seem fazed that she was knocking things over left and right. "It is too posh. I feel like I can't fart." He agreed in a whisper, but one that Gertie could hear if she was paying attention.

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He was late. An unbecoming trait to be certain and he would surely receive an earful from his headmistress when he finally made his way to the staff table. He was also certain that once he explained the situation that had resulted in his tardiness that she would be more forgiving. It had been as necessary as the entire altercation with the gargoyle had been unsettling.

But first.

Thick Hebridean Black dragonhide boots shuffling against the immaculate marble floor, Mathys de Nostredame's hand was clutched against his neck. It was nothing but a flesh wound, hardly bled at all but would still need tended to, and curious in its execution seeing how uncharacteristic it was for the gargoyles to be this ornery this time of term. They always held their positions with pride about the castle's exterior. Pulling his hand away to examine it, he clicked his tongue and muttered a few choice words in French before his dusted in crimson palm returned to covering the slash going right across his neck from base of his jaw to collarbone. His chest had been spared thanks to his golden King of the Serpent skin jacket.

His feet came to an unceremonious stop right behind one of their Hogwarts guests [Cassirin] who had just purposefully knocked her napkin to the ground. "A curtsy would hardly be ze wahrst of sings for you to learn. Could perhaps help polish your movements. Zey appear to be .......lacking a certain grace." Coiling his fingers coolly to his palm, the Head of House beckoned the fallen serviette to his hand and they straightened his fingers and turned his palm to the table so that it draped itself back into its proper position.

"Bienvenue à L'Académie de Magie Beauxbâtons."

He was now speaking to the table at large and tilted his head a bit into his hand, pulse calming, before continuing.

"I am Professor de Nostredame, ze head of house to ze house of Papillionlisse, whose table you currently occupy, and your Care of Magical Creatures professor for ze term. A remindair zat napkins belong on laps or ze table, do not scratch ze silverware, and mouths are closed while one chews." He would have tipped them off about the color changing doilies under their plates, but he was certain those had been collected at the conclusion of the feast the night before. It was important that their Hogwarts guests not be distracted by too much splendor their first night. His piercing icy blue eyes scrutinized the long table. "Our headmistress has already been seated. Ze rest of you should do ze same."

Ilya's small hairs on his neck stood up at the sound of the footsteps and then the warning his neighbor got for the napkin incident (that was obviously how this man saw it). Good thing he didn't hear his comment!!!!@11!

Apparently this was their head of house? They were a house? No. He was in Ravenclaw, okay? RAVENCLAW. Ugh. This sucks already. His expectations were shattering the further this night went. Ilya's shoulders slumped a little as the man gave them instructions on how to eat. Mkaaaay. Not going to follow those instructions, he had 10000% freedom at home to do whatever he liked to. Soooo...

It took Balthamos a while to realise he had to sit by the Papillionlisse Table. He wasn’t fond of these seating arrangements. He would’ve preferred it as it was meant to be. A table for each house. Nevertheless, he had to unfortunately cope with the current matter of things. At least he would meet the rest of his classmates.

The newly sorted Ravenclaw sat by the table, near a group of first years he recognised from the sorting ceremony. He placed his elbow on the table and smudged his face on the palm of his hand, tugging the tablecloth… oh well, never mind.

He looked to one side and noticed someone having some sort of panic attack. Balthamos raised his eyebrow. Seriously?! What on earth caused him to have a panic-attack? The butterfly patterns?! “Wha’ever,” Balthamos mumbled to himself and turned his head to a different direction. He recognized a boy from the sorting. Balthamos remembered something odd about him but couldn’t add up what it was exactly. He twitched his nose briefly, let out a hefty sigh, and yet again he turned his head to another direction. Merlin, were these the people he would study with for the next several years?!

By the way, was there food? He was feeling a bit peckish.

Alexandre was having some mixed feelings about this. On the one hand, being at this school was pretty exciting. He liked new placed to explore. AND it was cool being in France. He was born in France, did you know? He even spoke French (mostly). But something about this castle intimidated him. It was probably the fanciness of it all. Of all the words that could be used to describe Alexandre, fancy was not really one of them. So there was that. He was a little afraid he was going to get in trouble just by being there.

He was also feeling some kind of way about where he was being forced to sit. Why couldn't they sit by house? He wanted to sit by his sister. He also didn't like that he was being grouped with first years. He was NOT a first year. He was a TEENAGER and he wanted to sit with older students. The only good thing was that at least he got to sit with his friends. But where were they? Where were Noah and Cillian and Sawyer? Or even Ronan or Lucas or Eli? Anyone who wasn't a first year?

Austin started taking deep breaths. One...two...three...he eventually sat down. Talk? Austin shook his head. He was too scared to talk right now.

She continued to watch the Nymphs for a while, not realizing right away the arrival of other students as they began to sit around her. Faye however did quickly snap back into reality when she heard someone say her name. She turned back towards the table to see a girl around her age was the one speaking to her. The redhead smiled brightly before waving back to her in a friendly manner, "Hello there! I'm Faye." She nodded quickly, "It's a pleasure to meet you Gemma.." That was when she took the opportunity to take a glance around the table at the arrival of more students at the table, just taking in the faces.

After doing this for a few moments she was preparing to ask Gemma something but her attention was quickly drawn to a very tall man with piercing eyes who was leering over their table...holding his neck it seemed for some reason? Wait, was that blood!? His name was Professor de Nostredame and he was their Head of their House AND their Care of Magical Creatures Professor while they would be attending Beauxbatons.

Her eyes were completely fixated on his neck as he spoke to everyone in a stern manner, of course paying attention to what he was saying...but unable to not feel curious to ask the Professor what happened to his neck. However, did find it best not to ask such a question and felt she was being rude for staring....but Merlin it was hard not to...

Gemma smiled at Faye. 'Make a friend, check.' Gemma quickly looked around the table noticing more people had showed up. 'Can this sorting hurry up so I can eat please?'

She quickly snapped out of her thoughts when their bleeding professor yelled at them. 'We have to deal with him all term...? He already seems to hate us so that'll be interesting.' Gemma rolled her eyes as she took her seat. She picked up her napkin and gracefully placed it in her lap.

Who else was at this table? A metamorphmagus, a chatty little Gryffindor, someone having a panic attack... 'Isn't he a Slytherin? Oh dear...' Gemma looked away seeming that another Slytherin was helping him. Her eyes fixed on a disgruntled Ravenclaw (Balthamos.) 'Did the Sorting Hat make the right choice in placing him there?' She laughed a little to herself at that thought. His personality right now seemed to fit her house better.

When Austin finally calmed down after a while (seemingly,) he glanced around and noticed others putting napkins on their lap. He looked near his table and took the napkin. He placed it carefully on his lap. Okay. Now what? He took another breath and let it out. How was this year going to go?

*Making his way to the table after being sorted he almost sat down but remembered what his mother had told him. She had gone to this school until her seventh year. For her seventh year she went to Hogwarts and met his dad there who had also transferred from Durmstrang for his seventh year. Jacen stood up and waited for the headmistress to take her seat. Once she had he sat down and finally got a good look at the place. It reminded him of his Grand-mère‘s home. She was part French after all but acted and sounded British unlike granddad who was fully Irish.

Looking around he saw his sister Abbigail at a table next to his but she was as far away from him as she could get. When she caught him starring he smiled and waved. She glared and mouthed the words Remember what I said! Jacen’s smile fell a little and he turned back to his table. Not far off he saw that girl he spoke to on the carriages. He tried to remember her name... Faith? No that wasn’t it. Faye! He smiled and gave her a little wave.*