Hello witches or wizards,
Today I wrote a short story for you guys and it’s Beauxbatons related. I hope you like it.
Here it is:
Once upon a time there was a girl named Chloé Clarckeiken. On the 15thof February she was at home reading. That evening her father was making pasta with pesto and parmesan. Her mother was getting some bread at the bakery.
‘I’m done with cooking.’ said her father, ‘Can you help me set the table?’
‘Yes,’ answered Chloé, ‘I think it will be hard to wait for mom, it smells so delicious.’
She got into the kitchen and helped her father putting the plates on the table. Then, just like that, she didn’t feel well. She got to the sink and threw up.
‘Are you all right?’ asked her father.
‘No, not really,’ she answered, ‘I don’t know why I feel sick.’
‘Should I call mom?’ He asked.
When he said the word ‘mom’ she threw up again.
‘Mom.’ she said quietly.
‘What’s wrong?’ he asked, ‘Is there something wrong with mom?’
‘We need to go to the bakery.’ She said without answering his question.
‘Okay,’ he said. You could hear in his voice that he was worried, even if he tried to hide it.
They went to the car, got in and drove to the bakery. The door at the bakery was half open. Chloé jumped out of the car, ran into the bakery and saw her mom lying on the floor.
‘Mom!’ she screamed, ‘Mom, wake up!’
Her father came running in after her when he heard Chloé. You could see the tears running from his eyes while he tried to reanimate her.
‘Please, mom, wake up.’ whispered Chloé one last time with a broken voice. A tear drop rolled down on her cheek.
But she didn’t wake up.
When the ambulance arrived later that night, it was hard for Chloé. The police said her mother had had a heart attack. Chloé thought it wasn’t right, but she didn’t really think about it that much.
The next two weeks were hard. She spent most of the days of the first week in her bed with her dog Scotty crying or listening to the favorite French song of her mom Mistral Gagnant – ‘M’assoir sur un banc 5 minutes avec toi…‘ – she sang.
Then came the funeral. It was a beautiful funeral, and Chloé finally said goodbye to her mom.
‘Chloé,’ said her father after the funeral, ‘I need to talk to you. It’s time you know.’
‘Know what?’ asked Chloé. Her father took her into the car, everybody already left.
‘We’re not a normal family.’ He said, ‘We’re not muggles.’
‘Muggles?’ said Chloé not understanding the word.
‘We’re wizards,’ said her father, ‘And we lived in the wizarding world in France. But Mom had an enemy there, she threatened to kill us. So we came here a year ago, hoping she wouldn’t find us. But we were wrong.’
‘If we only came here one year ago, how come I don’t remember anything?’ asked Chloé.
‘We made you forget everything.’ He answered.
‘There is a wizarding world in France?’
‘Yes. And a school, Beauxbatons it’s called.’
‘So, my mom died two weeks ago. I’m devastated. And you are saying we’re wizards from France with an enemy threatening to kill us.’
‘I know it’s hard, and it will take some time to realize it all. But I thought you needed to know.’
‘Yeah, it’s normal. Of course, I get it,…’ she said sarcastically.
‘Chloé, you can talk to me, you know that?’
‘I need to be alone.’ She said and she got out of the car.
She thought about what her father just said: ‘A witch?’ she said to herself. ‘I knew mom didn’t die from a heart attack.’ She continued.
‘I need to fight this enemy, I need to learn to fight this enemy.’
She went back to the car, her father was waiting for her. She made a choice but didn’t say a word to her father in the car ride. When they got home she began to talk.
‘Now it’s time I talk to you.’ She said.
‘What do you need to tell me?’ asked her father.
‘It’s actually about what you need to tell me. Who is this enemy?’
‘Linda Leempunt – a very powerful witch.’ He answered.
‘Why does she hate mom?’
‘Your mom was a reporter and had found out who was behind all the fake news in the world today. It was Linda. Linda used magic to convince ordinary people that fake news was true with the objective to allow powerful wizards to control muggles. About a year ago your mom was about to publish it when Linda came and threatened to kill us. So we decided hide. Your mom was contacted by people from the wizarding world about a month ago. They also were reporters. I think Linda knew your mom was contacted, so she had her killed.’
‘Did mom say anything to these reporters?’ asked Chloé.
‘No, because Linda threatened us too. Mom wanted to keep us safe.’
‘I need to learn how to beat Linda.’ Said Chloé finally.
‘Chloé, you can’t. You’re too young.’
‘I need to learn to defend myself if she attacks me.’
‘That’s a good point,’ said her father, ‘I’ll learn you how to defend yourself.’
‘But, what about that school. Bobatonss, I think it’s called?’
‘Beauxbatons,’ corrected her father, ‘You can only go to that school if you get an acceptance letter. First we need to go back to the wizarding world in France.’
Three weeks later they were in France. Chloé learned Magic History from her father and some spells. Her father needed to ask permission to the ministry so that Chloé could cast those spells.
First she learned from her father and in September she learned from Beauxbatons. Linda could come now and do anything she wants. Chloé was ready and could defend herself.
Or not … ?
I dedicate this story to my mother who helped me set up my blog.
That was my short story. I hope you liked it. This was my last HARPs post, it was a really fun contest 😉 😀
HARPs points: 19 points (posted on Sunday, what’s blue is a LC)
PS: The photos were taken from the real French magazine called “le un”.