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shabthw · 2 years
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[Reup] April Prompts 2022
Prompt #2: How your mc would be like if they studied in another wizarding school?
Host: @stupendousbookworm
Title: Beauxbatons’ sorting ceremony
MC: Leiretta Shanor
Written by @shabthw / @leiretta
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illustration: special thanks to @hphm-jeniferltheman
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“Bienvenue à l'Académie de Magie Beauxbâtons!”
The loud voice of Madame Maxime echoes the whole room. Leiretta, as well as other first-years, is walking down the aisle in the middle of the Hall. The enormous room enchanted with soft colors and butterfly-shaped sparkling decorations make their face lighted up in surprise, excitement and even some fear. It is unblamable, almost every eleven-year-olds have never seen such a magnificent scenario in their entire life.
“Before you join other students in our opening feast, the first-years will be sorted into one of three houses:
Pappilonlisse, searching for who is kind, artistic, mature and idealistic.
Bellefeuille, the house of great bravery, sensitivity, loyalty and love of nature.
Ombrelune, where you’ll find cunning, logic, ambition and curiosity suits you best.
In order to get sorted, you have to shoot an arrow with your name engraved in it across the room. After a few seconds it will burst into your house color: Green for Bellefeuille; purple for Pappilonlisse and navy for Ombrelune.”
A bow set is placed in the center of the Hall. Suddenly the atmosphere becomes so quiet, only hear the gasp of some nervous students.
Madam Maxime breaks the ice: “We shall start before the night sets in and you gonna go to sleep with an empty stomach. Please go ahead,
Mademoiselle Aurélie Dumont!”
The quiet room a few minutes ago is replaced with the cheering and clapping sound of Pappilonlisse when the purple sparkles burst out in the air. Other new students also get more excited, waiting for their names to be called.
“Next, please! Monsieur…
Mademoiselle…
…”
In the middle of the crowd, Leiretta, contrary to everyone, seems to kinda lose interest. That’s actually true. She agrees that her surroundings right now is wonderful, but it feels like nothing can stay in her mind for more than a second. She isn’t even following the ceremony.
Leiretta spent the whole summer preparing to attend Hogwarts. She heard her deceased father tell a lot about his old school and how his childhood passed by with imprinted memories. Her paternal family kept telling her why Hogwarts is the best school for wizards and witches all the time. She just can’t understand why her mother - a Bellefeuille alumni - decided to bring her here, knowing how eager she was to go to Hogwarts.
“You just biased this school because you studied here, mom. I never gonna like this place, Hogwarts is certainly better than this silly French thing.” She thinks.
Cutting off her train of thought, the loud voice of the Headmistress makes her startled:
“Mademoiselle Leiretta Shanor!”
Leiretta steps forward. Looking around, everyone is watching her. She’s standing right where her mother did and raised her bow with great pride twenty-one years ago.
She lifts the bow up, sets the arrow, wondering why everyone seems so nervous for this meaningless thing. She just wanna finish soon and get some rest.
“Veeshhh” The arrow soars in the air.
One, two, three seconds… Nothing happened.
The arrow started to go down. Still nothing.
“So that’s it. This whole ridiculous thing is just wasting my time.” She thinks. But why does it feel like she has missed a heartbeat? “No way. Maybe I’m too hungry so my mind is imagining things. So crazy.”
The Hall went quiet again. The arrow is about to touch the ground. No one has seen this case before, at least in recent years.
“I told you mom. Clearly I don’t belong here. You see it now?” Ignoring the heartbeat getting more and more wildly, she’s pleased to prove her mom was wrong.
But then - beyond her expectation – right the second the arrow is down to floor, the dust that it is dissolving into suddenly turns into navy, like a firework exploding.
So bright.
So bright that the shine remains in her eyes. Not until Madam Maxime exclaims “Ombrelune!” did she regain her senses. The crowd cheers heartily, she can hear some are congratulating her for the new “home”.
She didn’t realize since when a single tear was rolling down her cheek. She didn’t realize how relieved she was to see the navy sparkles.
She walks towards the Ombrelune dining tables unconsciously. She can’t tell whether she’s feeling empty, or so full with chaotic mixed emotions. But she knows, the moment the navy lights burst out, she can understand why her mother was so proud of being a student here. Deep down she knows that this is her home. That from the beginning, she belongs here.
And that’s how Leiretta’s journey, at Beauxbatons, begins.
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themilkshanghai · 2 years
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Hello~ I’ve been working very hard lately. But,wanna draw something about Christmas n Holiday... I think to draw Other people's HPHM Mcs after finished working (1 Mc per day) with BG.
I must nap now, Hope you like it~
Mcs : @samshogwarts (Samantha) / @lisindrw (Joslyn) / @krinkitori (Rin) / @veioviswilliams (Veiovis) / @yoselin-uyu (Joshua) / @liliahri (Liliahri) / @leiretta (Leiretta) / @morningstarinwinter (Danique) / @angellazull (Angelo) / @hillarydegray (Hillary) / @ariparri (Veruca) / @pacificshoulder (Azula) / @rosachaotic (Cereza) / Greta,Julina,Noah,Ira,Sena (On Facebook)
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