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The trip to Beaxbatons was honestly a refreshing one. There was a noticeable lack of grey, dreary Scotland clouds hanging overhead, and although it was another giant castle in the middle of nowhere, at least it was something different. From the architecture, to the language (French words were very funny sounding), to the presence of Abraxen stables within the school itself.
Aodhan didn't really know what an Abraxen was, but heard of them in passing while exploring the area days prior. They were, he guessed, animals you rode upon, so he figured they would be similar to horses. Or even better? Dragons.
Why would they randomly house dragons in the school? He didn't know, and he truly didn't care. If Hogwarts could have talking paintings and giant squids in the ground's lake, then he was sure the French could actually try doing something useful and entertaining, like raising dragons. He'd love to see one. Unfortunately, that was an expedition to be had on another day. Like tomorrow, actually, if his memory at all chose to cooperate.
For the time being, he was instead preoccupied with joining a baking event made for the international students. Something about spreading French culture and their love for pastries, or whatever the paper had said. To be honest, they caught his attention at the first mention of "pastries." The boy's sweet tooth might as well have possessed him right then and there.
And he was making his way towards the designated location, humming the tune of a random pop song, before he saw it—limbs far longer than his own, black hair reaching past the waist, topped off with a resting bitch face and all. The sight caused a strange phantom pain to wash over him, specifically around his back, as memories of summer came rushing back. A night at the bonfire filled with competition and sugary delights. Was this really the same girl?
Aodhan paused to openly stare at her until a wicked grin appeared on his face. Yes, it was her without a doubt. What a lucky kid he was.
"No way—Queenie! Hey!" he shouted with glee, making sure to quickly jog over lest she started walking away from him. He knew she would be the type to try, but she'd have to do more than that to be rid of him.
There was a second he wondered just how easy he would be to recognize, considering his now blonde hair, but then realized his personality could easily speak volumes. After all, wasn't he someone unforgettable? So, he carried on in excitement, only stopping once he was directly in front of her. And somehow, his cheeky smile found a way to grow even wider.
"Long time no see! Did you miss me? Oh, who am I kidding? I'm sure you did. Your life was probably so depressing without Sir Pipsqueak around... I just can't imagine it," his babbling ended with a lamenting sigh, as if truly distraught over her needless "suffering." However, mirth was also blatantly plastered across his face, to the point he couldn't bother actually selling the act. Rather, he released the playful energy through a few giggles.
"But whatever. What are you even doing here? Trying to find another person to trip?" he asked with a quirk of his brow.
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