This sounds like so much fun!!!

Name: Antoinette "Ann" Dubois (Dobwa)

Age: 14

Year: 4

 School: Beauxbatons

 Appearance: Silky auburn hair down to her waste, with a pale flawless face and piercing green eyes, tall and graceful.

 Personality: Kind and rather social, but can be self centered by her accent.

Family: Pureblood

Yup, perfect!

Parfait avec moi. When can we start?

Can I be a coach for the Beauxbaton contestant?

Name: Albina

Gender: female

School: Beauxbaton

Year: Teacher

Appearance: boy cut orange hair, pale brown eyes

Personality: Likes to laugh, but very serious about the tournament. Sometimes goes a little hard on students.

@Blue Moon- That sounds cool, but you'll have to be careful when coaching Colette because the champion usually doesn't get a trainer.

-Colette-

The carriage was so full that I felt that it might fall out of the sky, but the horses pulling it were strong. I was so excited. We were going to Hogwarts where the Triwizard Tournament awaited us. Of course I wasn't sure why it had to be held in a castle that was rumored to be so dreary and dark when we could've had it in our bright palace in France. (Not sure about the France part, but we can pretend that they live there.) 

I looked at Leila who was sitting next to Madame Albina with prefect posture, not even a strand of her straight hair was out of place. I felt sure that she would be the Triwizard champion. She got the best grades, was the prettiest and best with charms, spells and curses. But I could still dream. I imagined my name being called out and all the glory of being the winner.

Suddenly Ann, who was sitting next to me, nudged my shoulder. "Look out the window, Colette!"

I leaned to look out and caught my breath. A stone castle sat on a cliff over looking a lake. A forest was behind it and I could already see the faces of students peeping out from a bridge over a cavern.

"We're here!" I squeaked.

Ann bit her lip. "It's bigger than I thought it would be!"

Madame Albina cleared her throat, exchanged some words with our headmistress (unless you want her to be the headmistress, Blue Moon), gave us a look that said we'd better behave and relaxed on the velvety blue seat. 

"Coco," my sister used her nickname for me. "You two had better behave!" She finished. Hadn't Madame Albina already warned us, but Ann and I had done quite a few things at school (blowing up the girls' bathroom for example). 

We landed with a jolt and got out of the carraige. A large man (NOT HAGRID) with blond hair awaited us, a smiled on his face. He kissed Madame Albina's and the Headmistress' hands and turned to the horses.

"Hope you have a lot of whiskey!" Madame Albina spoke in English, then turned to us. "You ready, girls?" 

We nodded politely. I smoothed my curls and skirt before looking up into the curious faces of Hogwarts' students.

"I'm nervous," I told Ann.

"Me too!" And we followed our Headmistress.  

It seemed, to Saya, that all of the Beauxbatons students looked like fairies. She wasn't sure why.

The group strolled in. Everything about them was refined and elegant.

Frenchies, Saya thought, rolling her eyes. Her own mother had tried to put her in, what were they called again? A debutante ball? Then there were the endless ballet and etiquette classes. All in an effort to rid Saya of her, well, cold and not-very-refined-only-refined personality. That hadn't worked out at all. 

The majority of bets had been placed on some Ravenclaw named Erica Foster for Hogwarts champion. Saya didn't know her- only seen her- so she placed her bet on Tony, Slytherin from year Seven, who was probably the most attractive person in the whole world.

Of course, that didn't figure her decision. It was just a coincidence.

Saya stole a glance at Tony, who was sitting further down. She felt someone nudge her in the ribs. She turned and glared at the giant beast that was Finnigan Flaharty, opening her mouth and trying to remember whether Flaharty was sensitive or a rock.

It was then that Durmstrang decided to make an appearance. 

Spara~

I pull my fur coat tighter around me, more out of nervousness than cold. As our small group enters the gigantic Great Hall in Hogwarts, I feel the eyes of Hogwarts and Beauxbatons students upon us. A Hogwarts student at a table far to the right leans over and whispers something into their neighbor's ear. He goes pale and seems to draw further away from us.

Trying to look confident, I look up at the ceiling instead, which looks just like the sky outside. I point this out to my friend Evan.

He glances up, impressed. "That's really advanced magic," he comments. Glancing around to find out where to sit, we decide to sit at the table where they look the most friendly to us. Me and Evan sit down next to a black-haired girl who eyes us critically.

"I'm Evan," my friend says confidently. I look away, examining the plates. I don't like people I don't know much, while Evan makes friends in a matter of minutes. It's something about his personality.

Sure enough, the girl looks up. "I'm Saya," she says. 

Evan smiles encouragingly. "THis is Spara," he replies, gesturing to me.

"I do my own introductions, thank you, Evan."  I hiss.

Saya laughs slightly. "Who do you think's going to be chosen from your school?" she asks conversationally, probably either unsure what else to talk to us about.

"Evan," I say quickly, before he can object. "He's top in everything,"

He blushes lightly. "This isn't an exam, Spara."

As it turns out, he was right.