Welcoming Talent Ceremony for y2+ students

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Note: If you are a first year in September 2026, please write in another thread. This thread is for second years and older.
With Summer's end a new studying year would begin, yet students would be returning to the school quite differently this year. Surprisingly enough, older students were asked to arrive by 4pm in the small village located within the Pyrenees. From there they were taken by the familiar abraxan carriages and brought to the school.

However, instead of the familiar castle and dorms, students found something new. It was obvious that the school had gone through some significant renovations. Now the dorms had transformed, instead looking like towers, with an entrance through the common room on the fourth floor. There were 4 towers, each one divided with sections for guys, girls and those who identified as gender-neutral. The first tower was decorated with shelves upon shelves of literature of all kinds, for students that had talent in the written arts. The second was adorned in paintings and artistic expression, for those who were talented in visual art. The third tower was decorated with different ballet poses and portraits of famous dancers, for those talented in physical arts. Then finally, the last tower was for those who were talented in music, where all manner of instruments could be found. Each tower represented the skill of its association and each would provide its students with ways in which to hone their talents.

As students arrived, they would notice that there were no first years among them—another surprising detail that would surely cause excitement and eager chatter. Soon the students were met by the Caretaker and brought to the art studios, located on the third floor. There they would be called one by one to the middle of the studio. Inside there were different objects placed on a table with Célestine standing on the right side of the table welcoming them in. Near this table there was a circle on the floor: a place where the students would stand for their sorting. "Welcome back to Beauxbâtons! This year I'd like to introduce something unique. I always enjoyed that we are not separated by houses like Hogwarts; however, I'd love to see more development with the talents that each of us have. Magic is just one aspect of what can be developed. Your talent can help you with a lot of things: focus, relaxation, and simply enjoyment. Perhaps you'll be interested in pursuing it as your work or hobby.

On this table you can see four different objects in front of you: a pair of dancing shoes, a canvas with plentiful art supplies, a leather-bound journal, and a gramophone. Please, step on the circle and wait for a moment so that we may see which talent calls strongest to you!"
As the students waited, the objects began to choose their owners and, unlike the Sorting Hat, there was no inner dialogue between students and objects. It was a simple process to discover what kind of talent they possessed. Once the decision was made, the object would levitate upwards with light shining from it. If musical in talent, a melody would fill the studio, welcoming the student. When physical art was their favoured, the sound of dancing feet will fill the air. Those with gifts for written arts, would hear a captivating line of prose or poetry and the journal would engrave their initials to its spine. Lastly, if a student was talented in visual arts, a beautiful portrait will appear on canvas to welcome them.

Once the sorting was finished, the Caretaker gave each student a small token, representing the group into which they had been sorted. Following this, students were invited to the gardens. In the centre of the breathtaking grounds there were some tables placed together. A vast collection of different food and drinks welcomed the students back so that they could settle in before the first years arrived... until 7pm, when they would be called to the ballroom, located on the first floor, to the left of the entrance hall.

There they would sit down and see the now-familiar objects and circle on the floor moved to be in the middle of the ballroom. Headmistress de la Croix-Valmer was sitting on the other side of the ballroom with other professors and staff. Soon the Caretaker appeared again, walking in with the first years who had just arrived. Older students would now witness as the new students went through their sorting, welcoming them when they got their signs. There was food on the surrounding tables and students could take some while waiting for the sorting ceremony to finish.

Once all the students got sorted Célestine stood up to welcome everyone. She never liked long speeches, so she decided to make it short. "Welcome, everyone, to the French Academy of Magic, Beauxbâtons! I am glad to see our older students return—I hope you all enjoyed your summer and are ready for the new studying year. I am also glad to see so many new students—you will not only learn magic, but also develop your talents here. Over the summer this school went through some renovations, as you will soon notice. Why would I do it? I always dreamed about having more specialty related to the arts. It makes us unique and helps us develop ourselves more. It was something that I wish I had when I was studying here, so I could develop my skills during school. Let's begin our feast, and later our staff will bring you to your new dorms."

She sat down and immersed herself in light chat with the staff; however, if anyone had any questions, they could come closer to ask her.

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The first day of my second year had started unlike like the last. We'd, Sasha and I, had received a letter that we were to head to some random village in the Pyrenees. I wasn't sure whether this was normal or not, perhaps all second years always arrive differently from first years. Either way, as the first of September rolled around and the holidays came to an end, we got a portkey to where a carriage awaited us.

My mother and Ana had met us there and we'd taken the carriage the rest of the way to the village. It had been a joyful reunion albeit a short one. I hadn't seen my sister in nearly a month and she talked about everything that had happened to her in the time we'd been gone. It had been nice to hear about the world the way a toddler did, innocent and happy. Ana had sat in my lap, chattering away as I stroked her hair, offering the occasional comment of surprise or agreement.

I'd dressed in the school's baby blue uniform. The well ironed fabric had been altered over the summer to accommodate my growth. A braid of pale hair hung loosely down my back, swaying slightly as we walked through the village to the designated meeting point. I'd meant to cut it but every time I was about to something kept me back. I'd grown it out for so long, to cut it all off would put it all to waste.

As we arrived we were met with a crowd of other students, all of them second year or older, waiting for their ride to arrive. When they did, the familiar abraxan carriages quickly began filling with students. After a quick and not very tearful goodbye to my mother, Sasha entered a carriage with his friends whilst I entered another. The flight seemed to take longer that it had last time, dragged on by a mix of excitement and nervousness.

The very first thing I noticed about the castle was how very different it looked. It must have undergone major renovations over the break. The most noticeable difference was the dorms, their previous buildings now having been replaced by four towers. I wonder what they're for? I hadn't seen an issue with the ones we had before. I hadn't been standing very long before the Caretaker arrived and hurried us into the art studios.

In the studio, a single table stood in the center of the room. On it were four objects, a pair of pointe shoes, a canvas with art supplies, a leather-bound journal, and a gramophone. Next to it, the headmistress welcomed us and explained what the objects were for. I didn't like the idea of having to choose one. Why divide the school? Why make us pick only one? Could I do multiple? I shuffled into place as a line began to form. One by one, students approached the table before picking up one of the objects before them.

The steady rhythm in my chest picked up in pace as I neared the front. What was I supposed to pick? How do I know what I want to do? If I picked one, would I ever get the opportunity to change?

Finally, it was me who stood alone in the circle, facing the objects. Was I supposed to be feeling something specific? I felt just the same as always. I liked art, but is that really what I wanted to do in future? I was mainly torn between the gramophone and pointe shoes. I stepped towards the shoes. I had to do it. I had to choose one. I could always play music in the holidays, right?

The shoes lifted off of the table, floating towards me as the sound of dancing feet filled the air, just the same as those who had picked before me. The Caretaker approached me, handing me a little dancer figurine. Smiling, I left the circle to rejoin crowd.
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Welcoming Talent Ceremony for y2+ students
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After the summer camp at Hogwarts, I had only gone home for a very short period of time, consisting of repacking my trunk, having a meal, and leaving again.
This year, I apparently had to go to a tiny village in the Pyrenees, where I would be taken to Beauxbatons. I arrived there exactly at five minutes to four, so, after a very brief farewell, I climbed into a random Abraxan carriage.
Soon, we were at Beauxbatons, which had changed a lot. There were four new towers where the dormitories were.
When we got in, the Headmistress spoke a few words, saying that we now had different “talents” that we would be separated by. I frowned slightly. Dancing, music, writing or drawing? I didn’t fall under any of them! If there was one for magical creatures, that would definitely be my thing. But these? I didn’t fit into any of them.
I watched as Kira, who I had met over the summer went into the physical arts. After a few more people, it was my turn. I adjusted my coat slightly, and stepped forward.
For a while, not much happened. I was busy thinking.
It was stupid trying to separate people by talents that not everyone fit under.
But after a bit more thinking, I came to a conclusion. One of my greatest idols had been a Magiczoologist. And, he’d still written one of the best books ever.
So, I stepped towards the notebook, before it lifted up.
I got given a token, and I walked away, glowering. Why couldn’t it just stay as it was before. I was by no means a writer.
But, I had been sorted now. The decision was made.

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