The Heads of Houses were ordering their students into lines.
"Weasley, straighten your hat!" McGonagall snapped at Ron, "Miss Patil, take that ridiculous thing out of your hair!"
Parvati had scowled at McGonagall and removed a large ornamental butterfly from the end of her plait.
"Now, follow me please," McGonagall said, "First Years in front... no pushing..."
They filed down the steps and lined up in front of the Castle.
It was a cold, clear evening; dusk was falling and a pale, transparent looking moon was already shining over the Forbidden Forest.
Lucifer was standing on Hermione's left and Harry had been in between Hermione and Ron in the Fourth Row.
Lucifer pulled Hermione closer to himself after seeing her teeth chatter and her arms shake.
She was suddenly enveloped in warmth as Lucifer's lips touched her neck and pulled into her skin.
She couldn't stop herself, turning to face him, standing at her tallest on her toes, and gripping Lucifer's sides with her hands, she pushed her lips onto his.
Lucifer ran a hand through her hair, and had the other on her hip.
They heard Ron's groaning standing beside Harry.
"Nearly six," he had checked his watch, "How do you reckon they're coming? The train?"
"I doubt it," Hermione nibbled at Lucifer's ear before turning around to answer the question.
"How then? Broomstick?" Harry asked her.
"You both have such boring imaginations," Lucifer said, which caused Ron to stare at him.
"Regardless, I doubt they'd fly on Broomsticks from that far away," Hermione gazed at the starry sky as she spoke.
"A portkey?" Ron suggested, "Or they could just Apparate-"
"For the love of all that is Divine, Weasely, please tell me you did not just say that?" Lucifer asked him, looking over Harry and Hermione with ease as he stared at the Red-Head.
"What?" Ron asked defensively.
"You cannot Apparate or Disapparate on the Castle Grounds!" Lucifer said through gritted teeth.
He, as well as Hermione, was tired of repeating themselves about something so trivial.
For some reason, Hermione wanted to fall on her knees, put aside his robes and swallow his prick down her throat to calm him down.
But she reluctantly placed a hand on his upper arm and he closed his eyes, sighed, and his head drooped, his chin connecting against his chest.
Suddenly, Dumbledore spoke up from the back row where he was standing with the teachers.
"Aha! Unless I am very much mistaken, the delegation from Beauxbatons approaches!"
Lucifer opened his eyes, and one quick scan of the sky over the Forbidden Forest told him they were in what looked like a Multi-Horse Drawn Carriage.
Many students had asked 'where' in the sky, but a Sixth Year girl pointed and yelled, "There!"
The gigantic black shape in the sky skimmed over the treetops of the Forest, and when the lights from the Castle illuminated the Horses.
Lucifer could tell that the Horses were gigantic, golden, winged palominos, each the size of an Elephant, drawing a House Sized Powder-Blue Carriage.
The front three rows of students drew backwards, and a Third Year Gryffindor girl ended up backing up into Lucifer.
She must not have realized it because she didn't apologize; the sight and size of the Beauxbatons vehicle of choice caused her to be in awe.
The horses had landed first, their massive hooves made a satisfying clicking sound to Lucifer as they moved along the Cobblestone path.
A second later the Carriage hit the ground with a thud and a bounce, soon coming to a full stop.
The horses tossed their heads around and rolled large, fiery red eyes around, shaking their heads and manes out.
A Coat of Arms had been visible for a moment (two crossed, golden wands, each emitting three stars) before the door opened abruptly.
A boy in pale blue robes jumped down from the Carriage, bent forward, fumbled for a moment with something on the carriage floor, and unfolded a set of golden steps.
"How obnoxious," Lucifer muttered, and Hermione lightly hit his arm.
The boy sprang back respectfully, and then a shining, high-heeled black shoe emerged from the inside of the carriage, and the shoe was about the size of a child's sled.
Then the single tallest woman (human) Lucifer had ever seen stepped out of the Carriage.
At a rough guess, he figured she was the same height as Hagrid was, and Hagrid was an incredibly tall individual himself.
When she stepped into the light, she was revealed to have a handsome, olive-skinned face; large, black liquid-looking eves and a rather beaky nose.
Her hair was drawn back in a shining knob at the base of her neck.
She was dressed from head to foot in black satin, and many magnificent opals gleamed at her throat and on her thick fingers.
Dumbledore started to clap; the students and teachers following his lead, broke into applause too, many of them standing on tiptoe, the better to look at this woman with.
The impressively tall woman's face relaxed into a gracious smile and she walked forward toward Dumbledore, extending a glittering hand.
Dumbledore, though tall himself, barely had to bend forward to kiss it.
"My dear Madame Maxime," he said warmly, "Welcome to Hogwarts!"
"Dumbly-dorr," Maxime said in a deep voice, and Lucifer barely stifled a laugh, "I 'ope I find you well?"
"In excellent form, I thank you," he said, smiling at Maxime.
"My pupils," she said, waving a hand carelessly behind her.
Then, one by one, a procession of stunningly beautiful girls had entered the Hall in graceful synchronization.
They all wore silky blue, skin- clinging robes, which made quite the impression on the boys in the room.

"Spoke too soon about the whole 'dramatic entrance' thing," Hermione muttered under her breath.
"They're veela!" Ron said hoarsely to Harry and Lucifer.
"Of course they aren't!" Hermione said tartly, watching Lucifer's gaze cautiously. "I don't see anyone else gaping at them like an idiot!"
But she wasn't entirely right about that.
As the girl's crossed the Hall, many boys' heads turned, and some of them seemed to have become temporarily speechless, just like Ron.
"I'm telling you, they're not normal girls!" said Ron, leaning sideways so he could keep a clear view of them. "They don't make them like that at Hogwarts!"
"I think they make them better than that at Hogwarts," Lucifer said softly, without thinking.
Hermione had instantly snapped her head towards him, making heat rise in Lucifer's cheeks due to her intense gaze.
Internally, the bushy haired girl was screaming, but she tried her hardest to keep her calm.
The victorious smile playing on her lips, however, was hard to resist.
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