Let the Abraxans Guide You

Anais looked about her students. They were all looking very elegant in their uniformns, but they were decidedly traditional and very European, but her male students did look like perhaps they were a bit out of date and would not be as accepted in the more casual and decidedly masculine Howarts world. She did not, for one moment, want any of her students to be uncomfortable while they were also in a new land. She drew her wand and aimed it at each of her male students, transfiguring their uniforms. Their colors changed to a deep cornflower blue, a darker shade of the baby blue that the girls wore. She made the suits sharply tailored, long and elegant suitcoats, matching vests, with crisp white shirts with wing collars and baby blue Beauxbaton's neckties with blue cabochon tie tacks that matched their new cuff links. The shirts had French cuffs with cuff links with large blue cabochons. Much better. She conjured for each one a matching cornflower blue fedora with a satin hatband and a small Beauxbaton's pin in the band. Their already highly polished black shoes would be fine. She had actually chosen Italian styling, so it kept a European flair for them but was decidely more sophisticated and masculine.

She conjured a full length mirror onto the wall. "Check and see. Is that better?" she asked them. "I see no reason why our men need to wear the same shade of blue that our ladies do. That shade is not in vogue for men these days. I would prefer to have you looking and feeling more confident." She looked at the girls. "Ladies, shall we update your looks a bit as well? We shall keep the color, but we could update the styling a bit if you like. Then I shall tell you my thoughts about how we might want to enter Hogwarts Great Hall with style and panache."

Punctuality wasn’t possible when you were as disorganised as Mathias was. He woke up that morning to find himself behind on packing and had spent a good hour finding out his uniforms and the things he needed for his time at Hogwarts. Then, when he had gotten downstairs, Mathias discovered that his mother had elected to buy him a trunk full of everything he needed and so the older version of what was in the trunk lying at the bottom of the stairs were made redundant. Eventually he managed to leave his home and now he found himself walking towards the carriage that looked as if it had been carved by the most gifted of angels.

Mathias opened the door of the carriage and jumped inside just as the Headmistress was changing the boys’ uniforms. He felt magic shift and change his uniform and he looked down at it, relatively pleased with the changes she’d made to it. “Merci,” he said with a smile. “Bonjour!” He said to the carriage of people before sitting himself down in one of the chairs. “Is everyone looking forward to the tournament?” He asked in English, figuring that he might as well exercise the language.

When Matthieu entered the carriage, Peter greeted him in the same manner he had greeted Adam; with a small-scale tackle. "Matthieu!" He shouted as he flung himself onto him. Once he had released his friend (everyone was Peter's friend to Peter) he realized the change his attire had undergone. He turned to his headmistress and did a sweeping bow. "Much more appropriate for us men, I theenk!"

He grinned widely and answered Matthieu, "Ah but you are behind in ze times, my friend! We 'ave already discussed zis and are now debating on the best way to enter zeh school with good ol' French style." He grinned. "I suggested a pirate theme! Ze lovely Selene theenks a nymph and fog scheme iz in order." He lowered his voice. "I 'ave no intention in acting like a nymph, thank you."

His mind finally caught up to where they had left off, Tifanie questioning wine. "I do not theenk eet would be wise to turn their juice into wine. From what I 'ave 'eard, ze students would be grateful, but not so much ze professors." He grinned and flopped back down into his chair.

Selene smiled when the men's attire was changed. They looked all the more masculine, and for some reason she could not stop a blush at that. Men were perfectly fine in what they had been wearing, it had always made it much easier for her to not have to worry about being distracted by their... masculinity. But now... Selene couldn't help but stare when Mathias came onto the carriage. She looked at the headmistress and smiled lightly at her. "I theenk a change in attire would be fitting, and just." She said with a short smile. She looked the boys over one more time before smiling at the headmistress.

Was Selene the only one here who actually cared about winning? The other people on the carriage seemed to think it was all about getting women, and she was sure that was what was on Mathias's mind too. He was definitely the only guy Selene had looked at in any way shape or form other then friendly. So she was rather... jealous of the girl that managed to capture his attention. Selene was pretty, but foreign girls always attracted the guys. Selene felt a blush creep onto her cheeks, and she looked away from them all, pretending to be affronted by Peter's talk of her right in front of her. "Monsieur Peter, Not all of us would be nymphs of course." She said with a slight smile. "But you have to admeet, ze women of our school are much more... more.." She searched for the right English word, but gave up. "raffiné" She shook her head.

She smiled at them, and her eye found Mathias, who's robes were absolutely dashing on him. She bit her lower lip, and then found her hand twirling a strand of her hair. Shaking out of her revere she smiled at them all again. "Matthieu, do you have any ideas on how we can... impress our hosts?" She asked softly. She may be a stern person to most, but Mathias was one of her only friends, and she felt the need to include him. Sure Peter insisted he was everyone's friend, and he was rather entertaining, but Selene had known Mathias for as long as she could remember.

If you are going to arrive, you may as well arrive in style. That way they can’t help but notice you.

At least that is what Claire Prideux was thinking as she ascended the steps to the oversized carriage that would serve as her ticket to Hogwarts, a school that had barely registered on her radar until she had found it out to be the potential source of glory, fame, and fortune for her this year, which she was sure she would achieve after being chosen as the Beauxbatons champion, which naturally, she would be.

Claire was dressed in her uniform, which had been steam pressed that morning, with her long blonde hair falling in waves around her face. The dress itself was a bit behind the times, but it fit her form well and if every girl wore the same thing, it would be that much more apparent how much more naturally beautiful she was than the others. Her things had already been brought aboard the carriage, save for a few essentials she held in a designer purse slung over her shoulder: Chanel No. 9, lip gloss, a pocket mirror, and breath mints.

Because she had entered the carriage late, Claire came upon many of the other students of Beauxbatons, along with the Headmistress herself. They seemed to be well into a conversation about how they would be entering Hogwarts, and Claire was immediately pleased with the topic of choice. Although she had nothing to contribute at the moment, she was interested at the idea of discussing how best to garner the attention of the foreign students; attention was sort of her thing.

“Bonjour,” Claire greeted the company at large, looking specifically to the headmistress and then to the others in the compartment, knowing with utter certainty that they would be elated by her presence – or at least she believed they would be. Claire’s sense of self-worth did not necessarily mirror in her classmates, but only because they were jealous. And why wouldn’t they be?

Her grand entrance made, Claire swept over to where Adam was standing and set her bag down. Adam had always been one of the more interesting of her classmates, mostly because she would look that much better if she was arm in arm with him. Also, he belonged to the same Beauxbaton’s elite of popular students, which meant he would be permissible to date. Considering her interest, it was not surprising when she took the seat next to him, crossing her legs and leaning slightly toward him.

“Eezn’t zis exciting?” the blonde girl asked Adam, knowing her English could use some work and taking this as an opportunity to practice. The language sounded absurd on her tongue, but if she wanted to be in the world of fashion, it was necessary for her to speak many languages. American fashion was not of much interest to her, but there was something to be said for their ability to produce quality items.

Adam nodded to Mathias as he walked in. He was slightly jealouse of Mathias, he always seemed to catch Selene's eyes. It made it harder for Adam, but competition was always welcome. "Bonjout," he said to him. He looked at the new uniform he was wearing, it was much better now. They should make this colour permanant. He grinned as he looked up and down his arms, "Merci Headmisterss," he told her. "I mean, thank you." he said. He could only tell the hell Hogwarts might be if they couldn't speak french at all. Athough he was pretty good at faking a british accent. Hell he was good at faking any accent. "Peter, pleeze stop with ze pirates." Adam laughed. He smiled at him, "Eet eesn't terrible but eet'z not something wee'd like to be known for at Hogvarts." he then began to use a british accent. "Blimey did you hear about them Beauxbaton smucks who showed up dressed as pirates. And them women who were all Nymphish?" he couldn't help but laugh.

He spotted Claire as she walked in and Adam immediatley straightened up and crossed his legs. Claire was one of those women who...excited a boy ever so slightly. Although she was one that he could be relatively cool around she was one of the prettiest in all of Beauxbatons. She sat down next to him and began talking to him. "Yes, it is rather exciting." he said forgetting to stop using his British accent. "I mean, yes eet eez rather exciting." returning to his normal tone. "Mistress, when are wee to depart?" he asked her.

Selene sat up a bit straighter when Claire walked in. Not because of the reason the boys did, actually the exact opposite. There was something about Claire that rubbed her the wrong way. Selene considered herself someone pretty, but this girl... she made every guy's head turn when she passed. Selene could do that if she tried, but Claire happened to have something Selene was lacking somewhat. And that was a chest. Selene could feel herself sinking back into her seat. Her eyes found Mathias, and she was happy that Claire had gone over to Adam. Leaving Mathias alone. Seeing as Adam was normally in that group of popular students.

Selene was sort of a loner, seeing as she was a 'downer' to a lot of people. She looked at Mathias and rolled her eyes behind Claire's back, before sinking lower into her seat. Wondering when they could set off and finally get to a place where Selene wouldn't have to see Claire. Selene knew what Claire wanted in this competition, and that was guys, and probably fame. Selene needed to win. Not only was Selene rather... unimpressive to her school mates, she needed to win this tournament for more personal reasons.

Her mom and dad had just recently come into.. financial problems. They still had enough for a while, but the prize money would help them get back onto their feet. Claire didn't need this contest, not by a long shot. If Selene was chosen.. she'd work her butt off night and day to prepare herself for the tasks.. if Claire won instead of her.. Selene might just shoot herself from the misery of having to watch "Perfect little Claire" have to go through dangerous tasks, and she would be rooting for a different school.

Annalise walked up to the elegant carriage and bowed to her headmistress. "Hello, directrice, Désolé, je suis en retard."said Annalise as she climbed into the elegant carriage and took her seat. "Bonjour how iet everyone?"Annalise asked trying to talk english. Although it was very hard for her seeing hoe she spoke all the time around school and her family. "We better get use to zis English, we going to be using eet."said Annalise sighing. "École de Goodby, nous uniquement être absent pour alittle tout en !"said Annalise softly looking at her lovely school.

Peter was usually a very good judge of character. A very goofy person himself, he was surprisingly good at gaging the feelings of those around him and seeing through the defenses people put up, usually because he could break through them with a silly joke and one of his award-winning smiles. Well, one of his smiles he thought that he most definitely deserved an award for...

On the other hand, he was also terribly distractable, and his mind was in overdrive at the moment because of the prospect of going to Hogwarts. What with the tournament to distract him, all of the new friend potential, the fact that he was as popular as ever, the girls, and the chance that they would be flaunting what they got... It was all rather exciting to him.

So he did not hear the things that had been said in his his mind's absence, nor did he notice the slightest changes he would have usually picked up on. Waves of nervousness from Adam, bitterness from Selene. It all went past him and he blurted, "So we weell not be doing anything particularly pirate-y zen?" He looked up. "Oh, hello Claire." He gave her a twisted, playful smile. Annalise enter. "And, Annalise." He sent her a grin.

"Hello Peter."said Annalise softly but shyly as she looked at the window and looked at her school one last time before she left. She heard Hogwarts was a pretty big school and they had to wear uniform like they had to. "Eezn’t Hogwarts just like here Mistress?'Annalise asked her headmsitress as she looked at her and only her. Annalise kept to herself for she was to shy to talk to anyone, she didn't have many friends for she was to shy to talk to anyone. As she gotten out a book she started reading so she kept herself some company when they started leaving.

Annalise looked up from her book and then looked back at it waiting for the carriage to leave so they could get to Hogwarts. Annalise wondered what will happen at Hogwarts, would she make any friends there or be as shy as she is now? Many questions ran through Annalise's head a thousands mile an hour causing her to have an headache. Shaking her head she continued reading her book and keeping to herself for that what she usually did. Annalise was very much of a lone wolf and she roamed on her own alotfor her shyness gotten to her alot.