𝙨𝙪𝙣𝙛𝙡𝙤𝙬𝙚𝙧 🌻 | 𝙃𝙖𝙧𝙧𝙮 𝙋𝙤𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙪𝙣𝙞𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙚 - 𝙛𝙖𝙣𝙛𝙞𝙘

-𝐒𝐨 𝐋𝐨𝐧𝐠-

Trigger warning - Mention of death

THE sound of heels and excited school girls filled the halls of Beauxbaton. A girl with short blonde hair, wearing the blue Beauxbaton uniform hugging her school books to her chest walked quickly through the hallways. She had been called to Madam Olympe Maxime office, the 12-year-old girl didn't know what to think. Had the Headmistress found out about the cockroaches she had enchanted to follow Emily Leah (the mean girl of the second year) around the school? Or maybe the accidental fire her and Gabby had started had been discovered. Her footsteps were fast in her uncomfortable heels she was forced to wear in school hours. As she turned the corner the blonde girl finally arrived at the large doors of Madam Maxime office, she held her fist to the door and knocked loudly. 

"Entrez!" She struggled to push the heavy wooden doors open when inside she was met with her very tall headmaster sitting across a man standing. His face was cover by a long grey beard and hair that almost reached his waist. Glasses laid upon his rocked nose, a red and gold cloak resting on is shoulders. 

"You asked for me?" The 12-year-old mentioned looking up at the giant woman.  

"Oui, Mackenzily this is Headmaster 'Dumblydor', he runs Hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry in Scotland." 'Dumblydor' held out his hand for Mackenzie to shake, giving her an encouraging grin, however, his face held a sort of sombre look. The young schoolgirl nervously took a seat facing Madam Maxime and Dumbledore. "Mackenzie, I have grave news from home." Her accent held great sorrow. Mackenzie's face paled as she grew more anxious by the minute; what could have happened that she had to be called to the Headmistresses office? "There has been an incident with your aunt... she is no longer with us." Madam Maxime confessed sadly.

Mackenzie bit down on her nails, a nervous habit she couldn't seem to break. She didn't know whether to laugh or cry. After years of emotional pain from being ignored and called a fool for simple mistakes, always waiting on her foot and knee for everything; she'd finally hit the bucket. She stared off into space thinking about all her horrible childhood memories. Was this one of Mary-Anne's nasty games? Was she cruel enough to give her hope? Mackenzie felt she had to be grateful for her aunt raising her but her hatred overpowered every positive feeling towards her aunt. 

The young French girl looked up at the adults. Her aunt was the last living relative she knew of. Would they send her away to some horrible orphanage that didn't teach magic? Be deemed unfit to perform magic without an education and left magicless. Would she be put in a foster family? Why was 'Dumblydor' here? A million thoughts rushed through her head. Being late for her class was now the last of her worries (not that she cared about getting detention anyway). Mackenzie looked at the bearded man with blue eyes. 

"What do I do now?" Worry laced in her accented tongue, she hated the feeling of being helpless. Because she'd felt it her whole life, never enough, just past onto another person when they get sick of her.

"Well Miss Nightshade, your headmistress and I looked into it... you have a godfather in England. It would mean you would have to move to Hogwarts as it is closer and more accessible for you." The old professor informed her. It would be better than going to an orphanage. Her father apparently went to Hogwarts, she's always wanted to see it. But she would be staying with a man she's never met, would he be worst than aunt Mary-Anne? Who was she kidding no one was worst than aunt Mary. 

"When should I pack?" 

***

Stuffing everything she could into her bag, she pranced around her shared room. She'd left a trail of clothes behind her as she hurried along. When Mackenzie got stressed she tended to rush around often dropping things or forgetting. She had no idea what was to become of her at Hogwarts but she just hoped there would be no more surprises. 

"Hoping to follow the trail back?" The voice interrupted her strange packing, they drifted into the room looking at the messy. 

"Huh?" Mackenzie only halted for a minute before she began shoving more stuff into a bag that could no longer fit anything. 

"I read that nursery rhyme, Hazel and Gregory, the one Ru told us about." The younger blonde tried to explain. 

"Hazel and Gregory? No, I've never heard of it." Mackenzie pulled a puzzled face as she picked up the trail of her belongings near Gabby's feet. 

"Well yeah, it's a muggle tale, quite horrific if you ask me. Poor representation of the magic community; witch gets burned alive in it." The young Beauxbaton student took a seat on her bed opposite where the other girl was struggling to pack. "I mean apparently she had it coming for her, tried to eat the kids. Should have eaten the gingerbread house she lived in, no need resort to cannibalism." 

"Gingerbread houses?" Mackenzie breathed out concerned and confused. "Maybe stop blabbing on about cannibalism and help a friend out." She suggested trying to pick up a bulky bag that had enough clothes to sink a battle ship. 

"I can't believe you're leaving, you can't, I won't survive, Mackenzie." Gabby dramatically flopped onto the bed bouncing a couple of times. "Who will I ditch school with and gossip too? I'll have to talk to my sister." 

"And what so bad about me?" The two roommates turned to see Gabby's older sister Fleur Delacour standing at the door with her eyebrows raised. Gabby tried to correct herself but Mackenzie spoke first. 

"I'll miss you guys, promise to write to me every week." Mackenzie pulled her overweight bags towards the entrance. "And don't do anything I wouldn't"  

A/N I used google translate so it might be incorrect. (edited) 

Oui - Yes  

Entrez - Come in