"It was indeed," Professor Bastien smiled. "Our magical government asked if we would host the ball, and, of course, the various ministers of magic were invited."
"And Beauxbatons was a phenomenal host," Marcus said, following. They walked through the halls, up the stairs and down more hallways and finally into an outer office. A pert young secretary, dressed in a light blue, finely crochetted sweater dress was sitting at the desk, attending to a stack of paperwork with a white quill.
"Have a seat," the professor said to them.
"Bonjour, Perle," Professor Bastien addressed her. "This is Mr. Donohue and his family. They are here for their appointment with Madame Maxime."
"Bonjour," Perle said to them. "I'll let Madame know you are here. One moment." She got up and went into the interior office. She was gone for a moment. While she was gone, Angus resized the gift tin while Marcus cast some touch up spells to make sure everyone's appearances were perfect, and then Perle came out and looked at them. "Madame will see you now. If you all would follow me, please." Angus followed her, with the girls following, and Marcus bringing up the rear. He now carried the large tin of cinnamon rolls.
The office was done in soft shades of ivory. It was formal, but, at the same time, Angus thought it clearly had been planned to have some warmth. A good thought for working with children and families. There was a sitting area with a sofa and some chairs, and then, not far from that, was a round table where a formal tea was being laid by what Angus firmly believed were a pair of veela women, dressed in almost dazzling white.
Madame Maxine stood up, and Angus' best estimates were that she was probably close to twelve foot tall. It immediately reminded him of how much taller she was than Hagrid had been. And Hagrid had towered over them as it was. She came around the desk, and, smiling, she offered Angus her hand in greeting, and then shook hands with everyone else, one at a time, as Angus introduced them all to her.
"I have heard so much about you already that I feel like I know you all," she smiled. "Welcome to Beauxbatons. Come sit and tell me about your unique situation, and let us see if there is anything we can do to help you. Our tea will be ready in a moment, so until then, please make yourselves comfortable." She motioned to the sitting area. She selected an armchair for herself, and Angus suggested that the girls and Ruby take the sofa, and he and Marcus would sit in the other armchairs.
"Oh, Madame Maxine, we brought you just a small token gift," Angus said. Marcus handed her the large tin.
"For me? How kind of you," she seemed surprised. She felt the warmth of the tin and seemed mystified for a moment. Then she opened the tin and saw layers of warm, freshly baked gigantic cinnamon rolls. "Mon dieu! They're the biggest cinnamon rolls I have seen since I left my childhood home. They smell wonderful. This takes me back to my mother and my grandmother. Merci. Did I hear correctly that one of you is a chef?"
"That would be me," Angus said.
"Now, wait. I heard you were a fighter and you were basically Robert Lupin's chief of staff," she said.
"Yes, that would be me too," he laughed.
"A man of many talents, then?"
"We all have many talents," he smiled. She closed the tin and put it on the coffee table.
"Well, sit, and let us discuss things. I understand your daughters would like to enroll in Beauxbatons, yes?"