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"Ok girls, what do you notice from the photos of our entrance?"

" The way you're holding your hand out to Hermione it looks like you're asking her to dance?"

"Non Apolline, but it is a good photo for what you're looking for."

"Grand-mère? Why is Hermione wearing a flower? No one else is?"

"So close Feu, that's exactly what you're looking for. However in the other photos you'll notice Hermione isn't the only one."

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Hermione,

Landing? You said it yourself, we merely crashed with style! Honestly it wasn't fun. But we're here now that's the important thing. Mme Maxine has informed us the final application before the judge will be Saturday, one week tomorrow that is, with the announcement of the Champions after the feast Sunday. I wonder if the acclimatisation period will put anyone off entering.

As for what your friend surmised, a large number of my clan are indeed Veela, you will no doubt hear rumours about us in the coming weeks even supposing one of us isn't selected as champion. I ask that you take such gossip as just that, gossip. You're government don't understand us so I doubt the student population will be any more accurate. If you have any queries about my kind please ask. I can't promise I'll answer as our culture is naturally defensive and secretive but I'll do my best to at least point out any falsehood.

I don't mean to pry, but, a number of the Hogwarts students are wearing flowers on their robes. It isn't everyone and no-one in Slytherin wore one. So I'm guessing it's muggle related? Did we arrive on muggle Valentine's day or similar?

We're confined to the carriage till Monday breakfast as Mme Maxine wants the carriage fully repaired, functional and ready before lessons start. It can't really take 2 days to unpack and organise can it?

Fleur

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"We didn't even finish before lessons Monday, we ended up finishing during our free periods after lunch."

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Hi Fleur

Muggle and Magical Valentine's day are both February 14th. You're correct in thinking it's a Muggle thing. They're poppies. We wear them from the last week of October through to the 11th of November. Dad volunteers with the Royal British Legion, they're a charity that support veterans of the muggle wars. He sends me a box of paper poppies every year and for a small donation I offer them to the muggle students during the period of remembrance. All of the muggles have family that were involved in the muggle world wars and the conflicts since. We remember all those that were affected by the conflicts in the fight for freedom. It also keeps us connected with home. In the muggle Britain and overseas they have a 2 minute silence to mark the moment the guns fell quiet at the end of World War 1 and a service on the closest Sunday both at 11:00. We can't do that because of school and the lack of understanding in the Magical world, So Dumbledore allows us to hold a candlelight service at 23:00 in the great hall. The service is open to all so you're welcome to join us as is the rest of your contingent.

The next thing you're wondering is probably why poppies? John McCrae's poem probably says it best:

In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.

We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders fields.

Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.

 

The teacher's who lost friends and family in the wars with Grindelwald and Voldemort sometimes join us.

If you're finished early send an owl and I'll come introduce myself otherwise I guess I'll see you Saturday after lunch? If that's agreeable?

Hermione

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Hermione

Who designed this staircase? We, the entire flock, got trapped when it suddenly changed. We stayed there until our landing returned as we had no idea what corridor had arrived! It's ridiculous! To make it all worse my feet are sore from being stood so long.

Fleur

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Fleur,

This is a copy of a map Harrys dad and friends made while they were students here. It's not a spelled copy so don't worry about spell decay. I wasn't going to risk using magic on something those "Gentleman" made for my own safety!

Hermione

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"Did you lose the map Grand-mère?"

"Odette, open the silk scarf you're trying to hide"

"Oh wow"

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Hermione

This is wonderful, how did you make it? On silk no less! Just in case the girls want their own.

Fleur

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Fleur

It's quite simple but you're going to need a friendly house elf.

First acquire a large flat tray of jelly and a sheet of grease proof paper. Both should be bigger than the map you want to copy. You should be able to source both from the elves.

Place the grease proof paper over the map and trace all the information you need. Do not use quick drying ink.

Now place your trace onto the jelly, ink side down. Slowly peel back the paper. This should of transferred the trace to the surface of the jelly.

Lay your chosen piece of paper or smooth fabric (such as silk) flat against the jelly. Allow a second for the ink to take then remove your brand new map.

You should be able to make a few more maps from your existing jelly trace just add more silk etc

Once finished, dice up the jelly and dispose of in your nearest human dust bin. I find Ron rather agreeable to this task but he seems to go an interesting shade of maroon in the presence of Beauxbatons blue!?

Hope this helps,

Hermione

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"Gryffindor tower: Balderdash and Quid Agis?"

"They're the first and last password I needed to gain access to Gryffindor tower. The dark smudge under Quid Agis is the result of changing passwords. Hermione wrote the first one in ink not realising the fat lady would change the password.

The different colour denotes the secret passages and any relevant password"

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Fleur,

Sorry for running off like that in the library, I was barely on time for Transfiguration as it was. It occurs to me I may have seemed overly formal calling you "Miss Delacour" I just didn't want to risk causing any offence by calling you Fleur in public. Should I continue calling you Miss Delacour or may I call you Fleur?

Hermione

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Hermione,

I'm related to almost half our delegation, nearly a third of us share the surname Delacour. While you're more than welcome to call me Fleur, the person you met wasn't me...

Fleur

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"When did you actually meet Grand-mère?"

"They unveiled the goblet of fire at dinner on the Friday. Dumbledore repeated his warnings about the peril of entering the tournament and the age restrictions in place that year. We were encouraged to sleep on our intent to enter. Should we be intent on competing we were to enter our name and school on a piece of parchment then drop it into the goblet once the great hall opening for breakfast but before the hall closed after dinner. The announcement would take place after dinner on Sunday.

Mme Maxine allowed us to head to breakfast at our leisure but we were to be ready to enter our names by 11.

As I entered the hall I spotted a poppy lying on the ground, understanding its significance to some of the students I put it in my lapel with the intention of returning it to Hermione should we meet as she had the best chance of knowing to whom it belonged.

I'd finished my breakfast by the time the flock descended for breakfast. Elise noticed the poppy first and positively squealed. She thought I'd accepted it as a favour, a good luck charm for my bid to be champion. You know what our clan is like, especially when you consider I'd given anyone outside our clan the ice queen routine during that first week, they flocked at the first sign of gossip and potential romance. It took a good 10 minutes and me accioing the letter for them to calm down. Once the girls and the rest of the hall settled I spotted a commotion at the Gryffindor table. The red head, Ron, had spotted the flower at my lapel and between turning purple and drooling was trying to get his friends to look. I recognised the bushy haired girl next to him as the girl with a poppy I'd bowed to during our entry, but her poppy was missing now. Assuming it must be hers I headed over."