Beatrice, having explored every last possible place on the ship that she could have, was now standing at the bow of the large ship transporting the Durmstrang students from their native land to France. France of all places. Beatrice smiled, the humor of the situation was not lost on her. Two wars and the Magical government decided that of course the great Triwizard tournament should be held.

The dark haired girl reached forward and let her fingers brush against the edge of the magical field around the ship. When she drew her hand back the tips of her fingers were wet. She grinned.

“Beatrice!” She heard the voice of one of her younger brothers, the elder of the two. Beatrice sighed and turned to face him, he was only a little over a year younger than her, but for some reason it felt like ages.

“Yes?” She asked, her charismatic smile shining even for her siblings she played everything close to the chest.

“We’re close to Beauxbaton. Everyone is supposed to get below deck for surfacing.” Beatrice nodded and followed her brother. She found the two year mates that she was closest to. In her head she never said friends. That was too cozy. She supposed they were mates, or buddies, or even [i]comrades[/i] when they were being silly. But not friends. Beatrice may be great with people on a less personal level, but intimacy was not something she was strong with. The girls scooted to a side so Beatrice could sit between them. [i]They must consider me a friend[/i]. So she smiled and joined them.

Once the ship had breached Beatrice was one of the first to the deck. The lake was small, at least by standards Beatrice and her classmates were used to. The Durmstrang students watched as a Red Double decker bus drove off. [i]Was that what the Hogwarts students had arrived in?[/i]

“Oh that looks like it must have been a miserable ride.” One of Beatrice’s ‘friends’ said. Beatrice nodded, only half paying attention to her friend. She wondered briefly what sort of spells would have gone into making it. Of course it was possible that they had driven the muggle bus all the way here, but Beatrice doubted that.

The ship docked, and the Durmstrang students filed neatly off of it. Beatrice was the third in line, behind her surprisingly both of her younger brothers. The group marched until they were in front of the awaiting crowd and then all gave a bow in time with each other. Beatrice kept her smile small at one of the Beauxbatons student’s comments.