"Who d'you think will get chosen for the Tournament?" Her best friend Susan asked her as they were in the Great Hall.

It was the next day and they were waiting for the results for who was chosen for the Tournament.  The school was filled with excitement and anticipation.  Camille was the same as everyone else.  Who wouldn't be?  This was the highlight of the year and she was happy that she was one of them to be at Hogwarts along with her best friends, Fleur and Gabrielle because not everyone was asked to come.

"No idea," Camille said.  "I'm sure Viktor Krum will be one of them though."

"Well that's a given.  Who wouldn't want Viktor to be one of them?  Plus he's hot."

"Yeah he is," Camille said as both girls giggled.  

Being in the same school as Viktor Krum was what every young witch and wizard dreamed of.  They knew he was the best quidditch player and couldn't even believe that they were going to school with him.  She had never met the young quidditch player before but knew that he had played in the recent Quidditch World Cup which she sadly hadn't been able to attend.  

Camille and George had just gotten done with Potions class as they were walking out and heard a voice calling George's name.

"Oi George," another ginger got the attention of him making the pair turn around.  

"Let me guess, is he your brother?" Camille murmured to George as she leaned into the ginger.

"'Course he is," George said proudly.  "Ron this is my new friend Camille.  Camille this is my younger brother Ron."

"Bonjour," Camille greeted him and he waved awkwardly at her.

"Hi," he said shyly.

"I think we talked the other night?" Camille asked as she furrowed her eyebrows.

"Oh yeah," Ron said with recognition.  "You told Harry and I about the treats to try."

"Oui," she said with a smile.  "So?  Did you try them?"

"Yeah, we tried the crème brûlée.  It was great.  But I don't think we tried the profiteroles."

"Such a shame if you like ice cream," Camille said.

"There's ice cream in them?" Ron asked.

"Yeah," Camille smiled.  "Or they can have whipped cream, a pastry cream, custard or jam.  They melt in your mouth."

"Thanks for the tip," Ron said with a shy smile.

"You know, my père was actually a Triwizard champion.  He actually won," Camille stated proudly.

"Blimey, your father won the Triwizard Tournament?" Ron and George asked the french girl.

"Oui," she said with a smile.  

"Has he told you anything?  Like what they will go through?"

"No," she said with a frown.  "He wouldn't tell me anything.  Said he didn't want to ruin the fun."

"Well, I'm gutted," Ron said as he put a hand to his chest and then walked off without another word.

"Do I scare him that much?" She asked George turning to him.

"I think he's got a crush on you.  Really any of the girls from Beauxbatons," he said with a snicker.

"Really?  Why?"

"Because you're new and you all are hot."

Camille could feel her cheeks blushing as she swatted his shoulder playfully and they began walking off.  George laughed loudly as he didn't really care that he called her hot.  Fred and George liked to live in the moment and not care if he said or did anything that was anything but the truth.  

*

This was technically Camille's last year of school and because it was the Triwizard Tournament at Hogwarts, it still counted toward her education back at Beauxbatons.  She wanted to take as many classes as she could on the subjects they weren't taught at her school.  When they leave Hogwarts, those that are sixth years can graduate along with the rest of the sixth year class.  

Camille wished she could have gone to a school like Hogwarts instead but she will always be grateful for what she learned at Beauxbatons and the friendships she's made.  

The Gryffindor team was practicing for Quidditch and there were very few students watching.  Camille noticed that a few rows down sat a bushy haired girl who was cheering for Harry and Ron and she figured that she was their friend.  Since they were both sitting alone, none of her friends from Beauxbatons were interested in watching Hogwarts students practice Quidditch, she walked up and sat next to younger girl.

"Bonjour," Camille greeted the girl and she looked over at her with wide eyes as she hadn't spoken to any of the Beauxbatons students yet.  "My name is Camille.  And you?"

"H-Hermione," she replied as she gulped.  "A-are you a Veela?" Hermione asked a little nervous and Camille let out a laugh as she shook her head.

"Non, I'm not.  Fleur and her sister Gabrielle are part Veela and so are some other people at the school.  But most of us aren't."

"That's good to know," Hermione let out a sigh of relief.

"You aren't scared of Veela's, are you?" Camille thought this was hilarious and couldn't wait to tell Fleur.

"Maybe a little," Hermione said as she shrugged her shoulders with a sheepish smile.

"They're not scary, I promise.  I'll have to introduce you to Fleur and her sister."

"But don't they use their Veela charm to get what they want?"

"Non," Camille let out a laugh.  "What the Veela charm does a person with their beauty.  Sometimes it can get them what they want but it's all about what you do with it.  There can be good and bad with anything."

Unlike Ginny, Hermione liked getting to know the Beauxbatons students as well as the Durmstrang students.  She found that they weren't actually bad or rude.  Whilst Professor Dumbledore asked for them to get to know the other students, she was doing this because she wanted to - not because Professor Dumbledore asked.

"This is so cool," Camille sighed as she watched the practice of the Gryffindor Quidditch team.  "I wish I could fly on a broom," she said and Hermione looked at her with wide eyes and her mouth slightly open.  "What?  Why are you looking at me like that?"

"You don't know how to fly a broom?" Hermione asked shocked.

"Sadly no.  At Beauxbatons we have never learned how to fly a broom, cast spells, or anything of the sort."

"Your school sounds awful," Hermione cried.  "No offense."

"None taken," Camille said with a smirk.  "It's not all bad.  It's more so educational.  Instead of learning how to perform a hex, we would learn how handle the problem."

"So basically anti-magic?"

"It's different.  We take some similar classes like potions, transfiguration which is called Métamorphose, as well as all the others but they are different curriculum."

"Wait until Fred and George hear about this.  They will go mad.  Absolutely bonkers!" Hermione said and both girls laughed, knowing it was true.  "So if you don't use magic really why did you come here in a magical carriage flown by Abraxan's?"

"We still use magic.  But for the first couple years they want us to learn everything on the educational level instead of performing magic.  It isn't until year four that we get to start performing spells and potions.  You think he's cute?" she nudged Hermione's shoulder as she spotted Viktor Krum glancing at Hermione numerous times.

"What?" Hermione asked as she looked in the direction and spotted Viktor as she blushed.  "No, I mean - he couldn't possibly -"

"Couldn't possibly what?" Camille asked.  "Have a crush on you?  Maybe he likes you because you don't fawn over him like all the other girls and boys do.  Besides you have it all.  Beauty and brains, use it."

"I don't really know how," Hermione admitted sheepishly.

"I'll tell you what.  If you can get Fred and George to teach me how to fly a broom - I'll help you learn how to flirt with boys.  Deal?"

"Deal," Hermione said with small, appreciative smile and the two girls continued watching practice as they cheered them on.  

Even though there wouldn't be any Quidditch games this year due to the Tournament, the teams begged Professor Dumbledore to allow them to still practice.  That way come this time next year, they wouldn't be out of practice and their team wouldn't suffer because of it.  It didn't hurt to mention that they had Viktor Krum there who also needed to still practice.  

*

Gryffindor ended up doing really well and Camille was impressed with the team and Harry.  Camille always wondered what he was like as she had heard stories about him.  She had come to realise that he was normal.  But he did seem like he liked the spot light often.

"What?" George asked in shock as Hermione ended up telling the twins afterwards what Camille told her during the match.  "You mean to tell me that you've never flown a broom before?"

"Non," Camille said sadly.  "It looks like fun.  I was 'ery impressed with how you flew."

"Really?" George asked with a smirk on his face.  "Please go on," he said making a motion with his hand for her to continue as she laughed and she swatted his arm.

"Don't let it go to your head," she told him.

"Never," he feigned hurt.  "But it never hurts to hear a compliment."

"So?  Can you teach me?" She felt like she had to ask.

"To fly on the broom?" George asked with his eyes wide.

"Oui."

"I don't know George-"

"Can we Fred?"

"There's school-"

"Then practice-"

"The Tournament-"

"Our inventions-"

"Of course we can," George said as he placed his elbow on Fred's shoulder and the two twins grinned at the blonde.

"Great," she grinned back.  "Does tomorrow after classes work out?"

"It does," George said and Camille was so happy that she kissed both twins on the cheek and left.

"What did we just get ourselves into, George?" Fred asked with a perplexed look.

"I think we just agreed to teach Camille how to fly, Freddie."

*

It was later that night and everyone was in the Great Hall eating as they were awaiting the news of who would be chosen to be in the Tournament.  Like the twins, Camille was a little jealous that she couldn't enter because her birthday wasn't that too far away either.

Camille had written her parents a letter that she owl'd - thanking them for the Halloween treats and lets them know of all the new friends she's made so far including two twins named Fred and George.

Dumbledore went up to the podium and began to speak.

"Now, for the moment you all have been waiting for," he began.  "The champions in action," he then moved his arm forward at all the lights and had the room go dark as the emphasis was on the Goblet of Fire.  Instead of the goblet being blue flames it then turned red and a piece of paper flew out and into Dumbledore's hand.  

"The Durmstrang champion is Viktor Krum," he announced as the Durmstrang boys cheered and everyone else clapped as he got up and walked toward Professor Dumbledore and shook his hand.

Another paper flies out into Dumbledore's hand as he catches it.

"The champion from Beauxbatons is Fleur Delacour," Dumbledore said and the Beauxbatons table cheered for their classmate as Camille hugged her before she went up to shake Dumbledore's hand.

And then the last paper as Dumbledore caught it.

"The Hogwarts champion - Cedric Diggory," he said more excited as the Hogwarts students cheered.  Camille smiled as he saw him hug a girl who was sitting next to him before he got up and walked towards Dumbledore as well.

"That's it!" Dumbledore exclaimed as he extended his arms wide.  "We now have our Triwizard champions.  In the end we can only have one who will go down in history.  Only one will hoist this challenge of champions," he began to speak as the Minister of Magic brought out the reward.  "This special of victory.  The Triwizard cup," he said then pointing to it as it was now on displace for the students.  

"Wow," Camille exclaimed with a sigh as everyone clapped not realising the look the professors were giving the Goblet of Fire until Professor Dumbledore turned around and other students did as well.  

Professor Dumbledore walked to it with an odd look on his face as the blue flames then turned red.

"I thought there were only supposed to be three," Susan murmured to Camille as she leaned in toward her.

"There are," she replied with furrowed eyebrows as Professor Dumbledore caught what was hopefully the last paper.

"Harry Potter," he said quietly but still those students closest to him were able to hear and were astonished as Dumbledore looked around the tables for him.  "Harry Potter!" He yelled louder and furious.  Camille looked toward the young boy as he gulped.  She saw Hermione push him up and he looked nervous as he slowly got up and made his way over to Professor Dumbledore.

All of the students were staring down at the boy as they were upset that this happened.  How could this have happened?  Camille felt bad for him as he made his way up there with the other champions.

The rest of the students were sent to their dormitories as the champions were supposed to be together and figure out what to do about Harry Potter.  The Beauxbatons students went to their carriage as they had bunks in it for them.

"What d'you suppose will happen with four champions?" Camille asked Susan as they linked arms as they walked out of the castle.

"Not sure.  But it will be a first if it does happen."

Camille knew one thing for certain: she couldn't wait for flying lessons tomorrow.

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I know the school thing might be confusing while reading this and it was for me too when I was looking everything up on what they studied at Beauxbatons.  Sometimes I saw that the students learned the same thing as Hogwarts with different electives and then other times it was that they weren't able to and it was more educational.  The part of them not being able to perform magic until year 4 is made up as well as flying.  

If anyone has info on what they learned in Beauxbatons, please let me know.  It was so confusing lol.  If you are wondering this book has other spin offs the order as follows:

Book 1: Honeydukes (Bill Weasley)

Book 2: Lumos (George Weasley)

Book 3: Fated (Cedric Diggory)

You can read them in no particular order but Book 1 and this book will have spoilers for Book 3.