Closed flying visits

[Félix Boneheart]

Félix hadn’t been back at Beauxbatons for months, longer even since he’d graduated years ago by now, well, two or three, he’d lost count. But he’d been asked back to help with some preparations for a new flying professor and he was happy to help. He wasn’t sure why him exactly, but he’d always gotten on quite well with the Head of the school, so he wasn’t all that surprised, they knew he was reliable and good at what he did. The school looked almost exactly the same as when he’d last been here, and the polished stones of the corridors, reflected the light really well. He had always adored how the school looked in the day time, it looked nice at night too, how could it not in the open French countryside, but it looked particularly good in the day, he thought.

He adjusted his broom slung over one shoulder and scanned the gathered crowd for a familiar face. The students were all likely wondering why there was a famous quidditch player in the school, but they would find out soon enough. He spotted his sister immediately - Zoe, with her unmistakable half up half down slightly messy hair and the exasperated “you’re embarrassing me” look on her face. He laughed, and then grinned, because somethings definitely don’t change. “Salut, petite sœur,” he called out, waving lazily with two fingers. “Miss me yet?”

*Hello little sister​

 

[Zoe Boneheart]

When her fellow students had started fawning that there was a famous Quidditch player in the school, Zoé really should have known better than to expect anything good. Because when she was faced with her older brother, broom slung over his shoulder as he walked the halls of Beauxbatons as if he owned the place, all she had felt was bitter, bitter disappointment. Ew. Why people would fawn over him, she would never understand. He was ugly. And barely any good on a broom. She was convinced that he only got in because nobody else tried for the position. Yep. Classic sibling basically. "S'en aller Félix," she said with as much exasperation as her tone could convey. Why was he even here? She was supposed to have a solid three years without his presence in the school, and it had been going quite well. She preferred using her brother's unfortunate fame without the addition of his tiresome presence, thank you very much. And it had been effective. "Does maman know you're here?" It would be so annoying if they did because that meant they didn't even bother to warn her that a global calamity would be approaching.

*Go away Félix​

 

[Félix Boneheart]

Félix just laughed, full, loud, in that way that only Félix could, the way that annoyed her the most, that always seemed way too loud in the beautifully curated halls of Beauxbatons. A couple of the younger students nearby seemed a little shocked, but they immediately started to whisper to each other when they realised who he was. This was the part of fame he really enjoyed, people recognising him, he didn’t think he would ever get over the feeling of just walking down the street (or the halls of his old school) and people whispering his name excitedly. He leaned against the nearest column, grinning widely at his sister and dropping his broom down to his side so it didn’t touch the column. “T’es jalouse, Zoé,” he reached out to bop her on the nose, something he knew she’d be annoyed by. It was a tone and movement he’d perfected just for her over the years. “They love me here. It’s tragic for you, really.”

At the mention of their mother, he just shrugged, he wasn’t bothered by it at all, it didn’t matter whether she knew or not because he was an adult, and she couldn’t control his whereabouts, not when he’d been invited. “Pfft. She knows. Probably sent me to check if you’re behaving.” He paused then, assessing her. “Spoiler: you’re not. Anyway, you’re welcome, I’m here to make your life so much more interesting.”

T’es jalouse - you’re just jealous​

 

[Zoe Boneheart]

Zoé scrunched her nose and stepped away from her as much as she hated to admit brother. "Please Félix," she said with a roll of her eyes. As if she could ever be jealous of him. "If they knew how much concealer and lip gloss - news flash, a lot more than most girls really - you put on the daily just to try and look decent, I'm sure everyone will start running away." There were a lot of reasons to run away from Félix anyway - stinky socks, underwear everywhere, and if they only knew just how awful and disgusting he actually was... let's just say there would hardly be any fans here in the Courtyard. "Maman would never," she said in obvious offense. "I bet it was Papa's idea," she grumbled before throwing another disgusting look at her brother's presence. How was she not rid of him yet? He'd already graduated. "It was a lot more interesting before you touched down, believe me."​

 

[Félix Boneheart]

Félix clutched at his chest like she’d wounded him fatally, gasping exaggeratedly. “Oof. You wound me, ma sœur cruelle.” He looked down at his nails, dropping his hand when the game was over. “I’ll have you know, this gloss is imported. From London. The good stuff. Some of us care about appearances.” He shot her a pointed look, as if that said everything he needed it to, given she was the one in a school uniform and he looked hot and stylish and probably all of her friends wanted to date him, not that he cared, since he liked older women. “You might want to try it sometime.” He gave her a conspiratorial wink then and leaned in like he was about to tell her a secret. “Don’t worry, Zoé. I won’t be here long. Just long enough to ruin your social life and maybe steal some pastries.” He winked. “Just like old times.”

ma sœur cruelle - my cruel sister​