<div class="floatleft">(https://www.productionparadise.com/newsletters/1238/photos/34141/original/dalemay-elizabethbanks-shot-03-0173-2.jpg)</div><div class="floatright">(https://vignette.wikia.nocookie.net/harrypotter/images/e/ea/BeauxbatonsCrestClearBg.png/revision/latest/scale-to-width-down/350?cb=20160630041801)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>NAME:</strong> Flora Trémaux<br/><strong>OCCUPATION:</strong> Headmistress for Beauxbatons <br/><strong>BLOOD STATUS:</strong> Pureblood <br/><strong>WAND:</strong> 12 inch | Rosewood | Kneazle Whiskers <br/><strong>WEARING:</strong> Hot pink ball gown with flowers on the shoulders and along the hem<br/><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong> Monday, 2 September, 2019 | Evening<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Beauxbatons Grand Hall <br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Welcoming Feast<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Open</td></tr></tbody></table><br/><hr/><br/>The chic walls of Beauxbatons Academy were buzzing with vitality, as yet another school year was upon them. Once the students - both new faces and familiar ones - entered the chateau, they were directed to the Grand Hall. There, elegant chandeliers hung from the ceiling, looking like glittering waterfalls that were suspended in midair. Extraordinarily long tables filled the grandiose space, sleek and bright, adorned with teal cloth napkins and cyan colored china. Gray silverware sat just so and crystal goblets were placed in exactly the proper place. Centerpieces among the tables consisted of several bouquets of flowers, all seemingly plucked from the gardens within the school proper.<br/><br/>It was evening by then, and time for the annual feast to take place, as was part of their tradition. Woodland nymphs lined the tables, humming a tune as the young men and women of Beauxbatons were led inside. They filed in with perfect lines, rows of students all moving in unison. Skirts and britches all swayed in time, until every seat at each table was accounted for. Some of the newer students who didn’t know better started to sit down, but those who were wise and observant would notice that the upperclassmen didn’t lower onto their seats just yet. That was because they knew to wait for their Headmistress.<br/><br/>“Ahhh,” Flora exhaled out the sound in a sing-songy voice, like something from a Disney movie. She appeared through the wide, ornate doors, a vision in pink. She breathed it all in - the atmosphere, the magically prepared food, which magically appeared on the fine china, the freshly cut flowers - and then stepped in. Her tall heels clicked as she walked down the long Hall, her blonde hair fanning out behind her as she went, soft waves framing her face but bouncing as she moved. Her gown reached her knees, beveled at the hips and made her stand out like a red rose in a field of dandelions.<br/><br/>With a beaming smile on her face, Flora reached the podium at the front of the Hall, taking a moment to look at the students before her, and giggle. Her head tilted to the side and one shoulder raised slightly, as if she were posing for a picture. “Good evening ladies and gentleman,” she cooed, the smile never quite leaving her face for any significant length of time. “Welcome to Beauxbatons Academy. I trust that you are all ready for what this school year promises to bring to you all.” Flora’s hands laced against the podium, her head tilting in the other direction.<br/><br/>“Perhaps you have heard about the British Minister of Magic reinstating the Triwizard Tournament, which is said to take place next month. Naturally, Beauxbatons was invited to Hogwarts, and we intend to bring with us our very best candidates.” Some of the students started to whisper, looks of excitement began to fill the room, but the noise died down relatively quickly. Flora giggled once more. “Perhaps you are the Champion we are seeking to bring home the Cup. Perhaps your place is here, perfecting your skills and honing your magic. Either way, we are honored by your presence here at Beauxbatons.”<br/><br/>Flora gave a small curtsy and students knew then to clap. During the eruption of applause, Flora stood straight once more, then waved her arms like a dancer might, and mouthed to them all: “Let us celebrate!” On cue, woodland nymphs began to sing their songs of the enchanted forest, and Flora made her way from the podium, to her own seat at the head of the Hall. She was joined by the many professors and faculty members of Beauxbatons, who were all clapping for her as well, until she finally perched herself on her throne like seat in the middle. Once seated, the clapping ceased and everyone found their own chair. The feast had begun.