‘Another dinner party, darling?’ William said, obivously a bit bored. ‘Don’t worry dear, you don’t have to come. Unless you want to meet the Alaries.’ William sat up in his chair, ‘Very well then darling, have fun.’ Mariam stepped onto the stairs, ‘Cyn dear, are you ready?’ ‘Almost!’ Cynthia said.

Then, she came bounding down the steps, a happy expression on her face. ‘Are we gonna meet Cassie? Can I play with her?’ Mariam smiled, though it was a bit pained, Cynthia wasn’t sure why, ‘I think you mean Castor, dearie, but yes, we will and you can. Come on now, you know how to use Floo Powder.’ Cynthia stepped into the fireplace excitedly. ‘Just say “the Alarie Residence”!’ Mariam supplied helpfully.

‘The Alarie Residence!’ Cynthia repeated after her mother. She was so excited. She was wearing a little white dress that fell to her knees. Her hair was all done up. It was also longer than the hair she would wear to Hogwarts, falling almost to mid-back. Her hair was in a tight bun and it looked perfect. She was wearing makeup, albeit light. On her feet was a pair of little leather shoes. She looked so cute! Suddenly, she was in France. Mariam appeared next to her. ‘Come now, let’s meet some old friends.’ Cynthia regarded the residence. It was similar to the Beaufort residence in size and architecture.

Mariam strode over to the house and knocked with the knocker. ‘Bonsoir? Good evening?’ Mariam said. Cynthia knew French because her mother was French. In fact, the people they were about to meet were her friends from Beauxbatons. Mariam always told her that Cynthia would go to Beauxbatons someday, too. But William would interject that she should go to Hogwarts.

@Edme Achillian