Oh Dear Spirits...

[Drake Kuya]

Drake wondered the halls of Beauxbatons. He was hating his life right now, by a very large margin. It wasn't that Beauxbatons was a down right horrible place, it was just that it wasn't the same school Justin was attending, which was what made Drake automatically hate it. Now, because of his stupid mother, who had magically decided that she wanted to be a part of his and Justin's lives, he had to be taken from his fathers and brother and was sent here. To Beauxbatons. A French school, where French people attended, French people that spoke French, suprise suprise. It wasn't that Drake couldn't speak French, it was just that he couldn't speak it well, at all. He frowned as he past a mirror. Justin. He regretted the desicion to go with his mother, he regretted it so much, but he had to, or his fathers would have lost both his brother and himself, and Justin was far too stubborn to leave the country to live with their mother, Drake wasn't entirely sure why Justin hated her as much as he did, though he had to admit, he wasn't fan of the woman either, she made Drake want to throw her off a building sometimes, she was so clungy with him and was always going on about what a horrible person his father was. To Drake's knowledge, his father was a damn good father, she was the horrible parent, the only reason why she got custody of him was because his father wasn't married and she was, and Drake had volunteered to go if it would settle the ungoing feud that was his parents. It sucked being the good son, it sucked being the more responsible twin, it sucked being him, full stop.

Drake sighed as he passed another surface that reflected his appearence perfectly. Justin. Damn it! Why was this school so reflective? It was so stupid. He needed to find Daniel, he was the only person he knew here, even if Daniel had the ability to step on every nerve that resided in Drake's body, he was the only family he had here, and Drake wanted him by his side, even if he was probably going to be a mexican jumping bean, he didn't care, he wanted family, he wanted someone to speak proper English with, or even Native American, he had been picking that up again after he realised that his mother hated everything about his father, that included his Native American heritage, which made Drake suddenly fall in love with the whole idea, he was even fully embracing his spirit animal and always 'prayed' to it, though he knew that you couldn't pray to your spirit animal, his mother didn't know that.

Drake continued to grumble along the halls of the bright school he found himself in, he didn't like it, not at all, he wanted Hogwarts back. He wanted his old life back, the one that did not include his mother, that was a nice one. He would give anything to go back to Hogwarts New Zealand, absolutely anything, except maybe having to send Justin here, because he would probably end up blowing up the school or something out of hatred, he had always had a short temper, and could be considered dangerous when angry. He sighed and crossed his arms across his chest stubbornly. He was going to stand right here until the end of the year, he wasn't going to move. He was going to go on a hunger strike. It was done. He was not going to leave this spot until his stupid mother decided to end the stupid feud and ship him back to New Zealand, to Hogwarts, to his real family.​

 

[Alana Torelli]

Alana Torelli was tired. Honestly she was sick and tired of all the bickering that her parents went through every single day of their miserable lives. Honestly she would be happier if they would just hurry up and break up. She groanded inwardly as she thought about it. That was never going to happen, they pretty much relied on eachothers money. Sometimes she had even seen her parents going through the others banking details to access their vaults. Honestly! They were like goddamn vultures, Lana couldn't believe them. It was like they only really got married in order to annoy eachother, like they didn't really love eachother. But they had too right? They had to love eachother, they had brought her into this world after all. That meant that they loved eachother right? She slammed her fists down on the table and walked out of her classroom. Enchantments, it was kind of boring at this time anyway. She knew in Hogwarts that now is the time when they would be starting to work on their OWLs, but for the Beauxbatons Academy students, their OWLs did not start until in sixth year. It was probably one of the reasons alot of students transferred here. She was almost positive that had she been in Hogwarts, she would have transferred too. Besides, it wasn't like she partcularly cared that much anyway. She wasn't really a study bug like some of the other students here. She found it odd, because it was basically drummed into her since she was a baby, yet she has no love of studying or wanting to study. Was there a reason for that? Maybe it was because they drummed it into her that she wished it away as she did. It was probably also the reason she didn't like to be anywhere near small children. Could become a problem if she ever wanted kids, which right now was way out of the picture. She was only fourteen, she wasn't completely nutts. Just slightly off normal. She smirked at the self-proclaimed joke and continued along the corridor.

Things weren't as bad as they used to be. Now she just tried to avoid her parents by returning to school and not going home for the holidays. She much preferred to be here with her friends anyways. Now that the Pretty Little Liars had lost their leader, they had pretty much disbanded. Which was fine, Lana didn't really care to much for them anyway, she didn't see why it mattered to have a group of people who tried to run the school, only to have their leader leave. It sort of defeated the purpose, didn't it? Atleast it definately seemed like it did anyway. She sighed and continued up the hallway towards her dorm. This castle was really big. It was about the same size as Hogwarts, so she had heard, but it was more modern. Atleast it looked like it on the outside. On the inside of course, they didn't have any technology because it was interfered with by magic. To be honest, Lana thought it was quite funny to have technology interfered with by magic. Her parents used to use it as an excuse to not by her a computer or and ipod or any other muggle device. However, it only ever made Lane more angry at them. They never even cared about her anyway. Sometimes they would just leave her alone and do other things. She sighed, she didn't want to think about this anymore.

As she turned the corner, she suddenly saw a boy jut standing in the corner. Normally she wouldn't have worried about it because it was a very good place to get a tan, but, a) this boy was already fairly tan and b) She was sure she had never seen him around before. Either he was a transfer or he was not supposed to be in the school. She bit her lip and wondered if she really should talk to this boy. Sure she was in Bellefeuille, but what if this boy was in Ombrelune? Then he might be rude and arrogent and she wasn't entirely sure if she was ready to be bothered with that kind of attitude. The sorting cloak may have known alot of things, but she was sure it sometimes got things wrong, besides, it couldn't be right all the time now could it? She took a deep breath before cautiously moving towards the boy and tapping him on the shoulder. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad. Maybe he was in Papillonlisse? They would be nice, her bestfriend was in that house. She smiled slightly at the boy before leaning against the wall next to him. "Hey, are you okay?" She asked in french as she looked at him. He looked kind of weird. She wondered if her was okay. "Do you need some help with something? Are you a transfer?" Considering he was in a french school, it was safe to say he spoke french... right?

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