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Footsteps thumped down the hall outside. "They're coming!" a voice squealed. Rose Weasley sighed and shut her book. Standing up, she surveyed the empty dormitory. Everyone else had gone down to witness the arrival of the Durmstrang and Beauxbatons students. Rose was the only person who hadn't gone down to have a look yet. "What's the point?" she muttered to herself. "I already read about them. It's existed for over seven hundred years, it's near Cannes, and their Champion during Dad and Mum's time was Aunt Fleur."

As Rose thought more about it, she realized that there were still a couple of reasons why she should be downstairs. "I could learn more about France," she mused. Making up her mind, she picked up the heavy tome and made her way down.



Skye Abbey leaned over the banister, watching the tall blonde girl step off the ship. "Isn't she stunning?" he muttered to himself. "I could get used to all these pretty girls." He leaned over too far and lost his balance, tumbling to the ground below, landing on his face. A few people around him laughed softly, but he ignored them. He was too busy checking out the new arrivals.