A girl's first steps to popularity Open

From the day Violette had received the Abraxan feather, decorated by golden letters spelling out 'Beauxbatons', she knew her fate had changed. No longer did she have to stay at home and fight her parents all day. She could now go to a prestigious French academy, surrounded by other elegant people, and live out the life of her dreams.

The girl had one goal: to be the most popular girl in all of Beauxbatons. The blondine was not delusional however. Goals took time to reach. For now, her sub-goal was to be the most popular girl in her year. Piece of cake.

She was well prepared. While she would never admit this, she had done a ton of research about the academy beforehand. She had bought all necessary supplies, and mostly knew what to expect. As an example, young Violette knew beforehand that she would enroll in music classes to practice piano. Even this she had prepared for. The past few weekends, she had been going over to her friend's house to practice piano there, while her friend had Bijou rights. Bijou got cuddled, and Violette got to practice. Win-win.

The castle, Violette knew, was supposed to be absolutely breahtaking and regal. It was only fitting for Violette to match these looks. Therefore, the girl had gotten up early in the morning to prepare. Her magical suitcases were packed, but she still had a lot to do. After a hour-long shower, Violette spent another hour doing her hair. Her blonde hair was curled in loose curls looking effortless and perfect. She had put on some light make-up: she brushed up her eyebrows, wore concealer, curled her lashes before putting on mascara, and put on some plumping semi-clear lip gloss. Her ears were decorated with simple medium-sized golden hoops. Lastly, her uniform was ironed and proper. She had cleverly rolled up the pleated skirt at the top, so her alterations looked invisible yet it fell just above her knees rather than below them. When asked about it, the young seer planned to shrug and blame it on the fact that she was probably just tall. Her second-hand dark brown leather shoes were oiled, now looking brand new.

"I look perfect.", she said after taking one last look in the mirror. Her family was still resting but Violette left anyway, taking her trunk and her cat, Bijou, with her.

After she had used the Abraxan feather to access the meeting place, Violette finally made it to the castle. It looked beautiful, seemingly built into the mountains. It took a lot of mental effort to not gawk at the place. She must look indifferent, as she trained herself to.

"Regal and chique. I wouldn't settle for less.", she said aloud, hoping that students surrounding her would hear her and be impressed by the casual way she addressed the mesmerizing castle. It was time for her to take the first step towards her goal: popularity.