Rosie’s court at Beauxbatons · Y/n story by @grace

The first chill of autumn had settled over Beauxbatons, turning the enchanted rose gardens silver with morning dew. Inside the Observatory — the East Wing’s most coveted salon — the air was thick with cigarette smoke and the scent of old books.

Rosalie Malfoy

exhaling a slow stream of smoke, her gaze fixed on the courtyard below They’re late.

Sylvia Delacour

not looking up from her translation of Dante Of course they are. It’s a theatrical entrance. Very Slytherin.

Killian Lenoir

leaning against the marble fireplace, a smirk playing on his lips Do you think they’ll recognize you, Rosie? Or will dear Draco still be looking for his little sister in pigtails?

Asher Peyronnet

flicking ash into a crystal tray He’ll shit himself when he sees the court you built.

Sébastien Chalamet

calmly stirring his tea Let’s at least attempt civility. For the Headmistress’s sake.

Down in the carriage courtyard, a gleaming black Hogwarts carriage pulled by two massive Thestrals came to a silent halt. The doors opened, and four figures emerged into the pale morning light — sharp, polished, and unmistakably out of place against Beauxbatons’ pastel elegance.

Rosalie Malfoy

stubbing out her cigarette Well. Shall we go greet my brother and his… entourage?