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"THE FRENCH— REAL BEAUTIES, EH, MATE?" james snickers in response to sirius's entrance. sirius had burst into the grand hall, running to the gryffindor table & slamming his hands down on the table. "the new transfers are here, boys!" both sirius & james lit up from ear to ear like little boys on christmas. it was a holiday to the two of them — the two practically drooled over foreign beauties. sirius had charmed some higher-up at hogwarts to reveal to him that the new transfer student was from beauxbatons this year, which was the transfer student day equivalent of getting a flat-screen tv & two xbox's for christmas. james was the spontaneous type, not committing to one girl or guy — people bored him easily — so a transfer student was perfect. a whirlwind romance with a foreign beauty who would be gone within months, & then he could move onto the next one the next year. a playboy's paradise!

however, they did not expect someone as attractive as you. beauxbatons was known for producing the most posh, well-mannered (& a plus, they were supposed to be beautiful, but james & sirius had met a few at a few matches...) hell, even james' mother euphemia had strongly hinted at one dinner that if he married someone who went to beauxbatons, she would be 'over-the-moon.' they were excited, but nothing could have prepared them for you. at first, no one noticed the transfer student coming in, because they were accompanied by some snobby ravenclaw ranting about the literature at hogwarts or something dumb. but then remus pointed out the pale blue you were wearing, beauxbaton's signature color. & then your face, the way you walked, your aura— it was everything! james, the famous casanova & heartbreaker, literally felt himself fall in love at first sight. if his eyes could cartoonishly turn into hearts, they would be doing that right now, & then probably burst from how bloody enamored he was!