Outside Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, night was steadily falling, and a chilly wind swept across the grounds. The sky still held the last traces of sunset, with crimson clouds drifting lazily beneath a full moon that glowed high above the Forbidden Forest.
Beneath the fading sky, the occupants of the castle gathered on the broad field before it, waiting to welco the delegations. At the very front stood Albus Dumbledore, the Headmaster, with his staff flanking him on both sides to form a composed front line, while the students gathered behind.
The prefects of each house paced the rows of gathered students, quietly urging the witches and wizards of their respective houses into orderly lines, though the constant hum of chatter and restless movent suggested otherwise.
The enthusiasm filling the air was simply too much to contain, and at so point, even the stern Deputy Headmistress appeared to concede defeat, leaving the students behind to stand with her colleagues instead.
The wait wasn’t long, and just minutes after the assembly had settled, everyone’s attention was drawn toward the horizon. Those most sensitive to magic lifted their heads first, as if reacting to an unseen signal in the air. The professors followed suit soon after, and monts later the assembled students caught on and did the sa. Before long, the gaze of the entire assembly had turned skyward, where they finally glimpsed the source of their shared focus.
High above the ancient Forbidden Forest, where towering pines swayed gently in the autumn breeze, a mysterious black speck had appeared against the vast sky.
The gathered students watched in shared astonishnt as the object moved with astonishing speed, its size doubling and redoubling with each passing mont. What began as a distant dot beca a blur, then a growing shadow that cut through the air with surprising grace despite its increasing mass.
"What in rlin’s na is that?" voices cried out from the crowd, excitent coloring every word as students speculated wildly with wide eyes and flushed faces.
"I think it’s a flying carpet..."
Imaginations ran rampant, with so agreeing eagerly while others argued just as passionately. Hermione, standing among the Gryffindors, struggled to restrain herself as several particularly outrageous guesses were voiced right beside her.
Under normal circumstances, she would have launched into a thorough explanation of the illegality of flying carpets in British magical airspace, complete with precise Ministry regulations. The sheer spectacle of the mont, however, suppressed even her usual impulses, leaving her uncharacteristically silent.
All eyes tracked the enormous object as it carved through the deepening blue sky, its approach marked by an increasingly audible whistle. Low murmurs spread through the crowd as the mysterious shape gradually revealed itself while soaring over Hagrid’s hut, and a wave of astonishnt rippled through the onlookers.
Suspended high in the air drifted a massive powder blue carriage, drawn by a dozen magnificent winged horses. Each was a pure Abraxan, pale-coated like palominos, though each stood almost as large as an elephant.
The landing was no less spectacular. To counter the trendous montum built up during its flight, the colossal carriage struck the ground with a thunderous impact that sent tremors rippling through the earth beneath their feet.
Monts after it settled, the carriage door swung open and a boy dressed in light blue robes leapt down. Soon after, a spiral staircase unfolded from the carriage’s side in a precise sequence of enchanted movents, drawing another wave of awe from the assembled crowd.
With deliberate steps, the next figure to erge was an exaggeratedly tall woman whose elegance carried quiet authority. She wore a modern, tailored pale blue dress with a long matching coat draped over her shoulders. A dozen witches and wizards followed in matching light blue uniforms, descending in disciplined order and forming up behind her.
Their grace imdiately drew another chorus of astonished murmurs, filling the air around them. There was not a single soul in the magical world who would not recognize the tall woman, and still it was perhaps her height, or her striking appearance, undeniably a feast for the eyes, that managed to capture everyone’s attention.
"I’d give it five... out of ten... our entrance back then was a lot cooler, don’t you think, Professor?"
"This is not a competition over who has the most flamboyant entrance, Maverick," McGonagall whispered back to him, inclining her head slightly toward him, although the faint smirk forming on her lips suggested otherwise. Indeed, when Hogwarts had made their presence known in front of the French school, it had been, as Maverick said, cooler.
anwhile, Albus Dumbledore stepped forward to greet his counterpart, the dean of Beauxbatons School of Magic, offering a slight bow before pressing a courteous kiss to her hand and drawing her into a brief hug. To the onlookers, the gesture appeared faintly comical, as he did not even reach her shoulders and looked almost like a child embracing an adult.
Polite but enthusiastic applause then followed from the Hogwarts side, led by the professors. The tall woman’s expression softened into a gracious smile, and she stepped forward to greet the rest of the professors, then briefly introduced her students to the Hogwarts side.
A number of Beauxbatons students clearly recognized faces among the Hogwarts crowd and quickly fell into conversation, smiles and quiet exchanges spreading between the two groups as the adults spoke among themselves.
"You are the first school to arrive. Would you care to wait here for Karkaroff, or would you prefer to step inside the castle and warm yourselves first?" Dumbledore asked Maxi once the formalities had concluded.
"No rush," she said with a smile, then glanced toward the large lake as a faint smile played on her lips. "They’re already here."
Following her gaze, Dumbledore and Maverick also looked toward the lake, though they had yet to detect anything. Goes to show that, at least in magical sense, she outpaced them, even among equals. But the wait wasn’t long, and just a few heartbeats later, they also caught the disturbance she was referring to.
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The arrival of the Durmstrang delegation was just as spectacular as that of Beauxbatons, though in an entirely different way.
"How in rlin’s na did it survive underwater?" students exclaid in open amazent as an enormous, magnificent ship rose from the depths of the Black Lake. Bathed in moonlight, it looked almost ethereal, like a ghost ship pulled straight from old mariti legends. Its polished wooden hull glead with moisture, while dozens of portholes cast a warm, golden glow across the rippling surface of the lake.
The ship drifted slowly toward the shore before coming to a halt. With a low, solid thud, a wide wooden plank extended from the deck to the lakeside. Unlike Beauxbatons, whose arrival had been marked by grace and elegance, the Durmstrang students disembarked with a rigid, almost military precision.
Leading them was Igor Karkaroff, the headmaster of Durmstrang. He was thin, with short white hair, a stern face, a small curly goatee on his lean chin, and cold eyes that carried a sharp glint.
Behind him stood the students of his school, so of them old acquaintances of Hogwarts, like Viktor Krum, who stood at the center leading the group. Each Durmstrang student was wrapped in thick, heavy cloaks made from rough, matted fur, garnts that looked both warm and faintly wild in nature.
"Albus, Olympe..." the man called out with exaggerated warmth, his voice carrying clearly across the grounds as he approached the steps where Dumbledore and Maxi waited.
"I hope I didn’t make you wait long..."
"You’re just on ti, Headmaster Karkaroff," Dumbledore replied with warmth, his bright blue eyes twinkling behind his half-moon spectacles as he offered a welcoming smile. Though the man was magically a full rank below him, he was still the headmaster of one of the most prestigious magical schools in the world, and proper formalities had to be observed, especially with students watching.
Just like the French school before them, the students of Durmstrang were not strangers to the Hogwarts side either, and it did not take long before familiar faces were spotted and quiet exchanges began to pass between the groups. Old acquaintances resurfaced easily, brief nods turning into murmured greetings as the tension of arrival gradually gave way to a more relaxed curiosity.
Soon enough, the migration into the Great Hall began, unfolding in a state of controlled chaos as the heads of house moved among the students, guiding them inside while keeping so semblance of order.
The two visiting delegations followed closely, and once within the hall, it quickly beca clear that the seating arrangents had not been divided by school. Instead, Beauxbatons and Durmstrang students filtered naturally into the four long House tables, conversations pausing and resuming as chairs were shifted and places adjusted, until at last everyone settled.
The two deans also settled in at the teachers’ table, each taking a place beside the Hogwarts headmaster. Maverick found himself seated next to Olympe Maxi, while McGonagall took the seat beside Igor Karkaroff on the other side, the remaining professors spreading themselves evenly along the length of the table.
As the final benches scraped into place, the Great Hall filled with a low, constant buzz, voices overlapping in excited murmurs that echoed softly off the enchanted ceiling above.
"I heard you caused quite a stir at the World Cup finals, little raven." Olympe Maxi did not look at Maverick as she spoke, her gaze resting instead on the sea of students ahead of her. A faint smile touched her lips as she leaned back slightly in her chair. "I paid a visit to the woman a few days later. You left quite the impression on her, I must say."
Maverick’s fingers paused against the stem of his goblet before he glanced sideways at her. "You an Vinda Rosier?"
The tall woman humd softly in confirmation, her head dipping a fraction. After a mont, she tilted it again, studying him from the corner of her eye. "What thod did you use to break her so thoroughly?" she asked, her tone curious rather than accusatory.
"Don’t talk nonsense. I did not torture her," Maverick replied quietly. "She broke simply because she realized, like anyone would, that her little plan was dood to fail."
"Hmm, speaking of..." the tall woman said lightly. "Care to share with what you found out? You know, Rosier is known for her calculating nature... and is certainly not the sort to turn into a mindless fanatic terrorising people without reason."
"Is it possible your assessnt of her is wrong?" Maverick asked in return, but the woman answered only with a raised brow and a faint smirk, clearly unconvinced.
Maverick exhaled in resignation. "Fine," he said quietly. "It’s a long story though..."
Sooner or later, he would have to share everything with her as well. Leaving her out of the loop would only turn her into a variable, and she was not just so random mage he could ignore and assu it would make no difference. Anyways, if there was one thing he was confident about with this woman, it was that she would not oppose his plan.
"I’ll explain everything later," he continued, lowering his voice. "With the Headmaster present. There is more tied to this than you might think. But first, let’s get through the ceremony."
"Oh?" Maxi’s smile sharpened as she finally turned her head to look at him fully. "So mysterious," she added teasingly.
anwhile, amid the noise of the Great Hall, Dumbledore stepped to the front of the professors’ table where a podium awaited him, and his voice soon carried to every corner despite its gentle tone. Maverick and Maxi also let their conversation drop and turned their attention to the old wizard.
"Good evening, ladies and gentlen, and most particularly our distinguished guests," he announced, his face alight with genuine pleasure as his gaze swept across the hall, lingering warmly on the visiting students. "I have great pleasure in welcoming you all to Hogwarts. I hope and trust that your stay here will be both comfortable and enjoyable."
He paused briefly, the corners of his eyes crinkling with amusent. "Please, eat and drink to your heart’s content, just as you would in your own ho."
With that, Dumbledore declared the dinner officially begun, and at once the long tables of the four Houses filled with an astonishing spread of food. Hogwarts’ house elves had clearly spared no effort, preparing a lavish assortnt of dishes drawn from across the magical world to welco witches and wizards from two very different communities.
French onion soup and rich fish stews, unmistakably Beauxbatons in character, eased the expressions of the French students as familiar scents reached them. Across the tables, pickled herring, Finnish atballs, and creamy potatoes from the north brought a welco taste of ho to the Durmstrang delegation, who regarded the dishes with quiet approval.
As plates were filled and conversations resud, the warmth of the hall and the abundance of food slowly worked their magic. The lingering tension that had clung to the newly arrived students lted away seamlessly, replaced by laughter, shared glances, and the simple pleasure of a al enjoyed together.
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