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Chapter 1: A Blue in the Sea of Black

Sateen de Fleur's black eyes glared up at the entrance of Hogwarts, her blue Beauxbaton school uniform standing out amongst the sea of black robes. The girls, Hufflepuffs if she was correct – which she always was – in her carriage were whispering and looking at her, sending her strange looks. Not that she could really blame them. The Tri Wizard Tournament had been two years ago, and here a random Beauxbaton student was riding to Hogwarts with actual Hogwarts students. Upon arriving at the school she delicately stepped out of the carriage and stood on the old cobble stone ground, her hands laced behind her back, and her chin up and p

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Chapter 1: A Blue in the Sea of Black

Sateen de Fleur's black eyes glared up at the entrance of Hogwarts, her blue Beauxbaton school uniform standing out amongst the sea of black robes. The girls, Hufflepuffs if she was correct – which she always was – in her carriage were whispering and looking at her, sending her strange looks. Not that she could really blame them. The Tri Wizard Tournament had been two years ago, and here a random Beauxbaton student was riding to Hogwarts with actual Hogwarts students. Upon arriving at the school she delicately stepped out of the carriage and stood on the old cobble stone ground, her hands laced behind her back, and her chin up and p

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Wings of a butterfly Chapter 1

  Discovering the Wings     Chapter 1 There it stood, 3 stories tall. The Victorian structure looked quite homey in the mid after noon light. Although I looked on, the maid had kept the garden nice. It was full of tulips, fruit, and vegetables. The stable containing the horses looked well kept, and the horses looked very good, fat almost. I continued on inside the gates, walking to the garden. Just as I was about to bend down to smell one of the red tulips someone called my name. I hobbled around on my crutches to see who had called me. There running to me was my old nursemaid, Janice. When she reached me, she embraced me in one of her fam

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