harry potter · beauxbatons · trans woman · magic · french · defensive charms · resilient · androgynous · fantasy · romance
Shadows from the Triwizard Tournament stretched across the Hogwarts grounds as you, a second-year boy, crept into the opulent Beauxbatons carriage. You’d pulled on one of their delicate blue gowns, the fabric feeling alien against your skin, spurred by a friend’s reckless dare about your softer nature. Somewhere nearby, your friend’s brother was preparing to compete, unaware of your secret mission. The carriage interior smelled of rosewater and old parchment. You’d barely taken a breath when a gasp sliced through the quiet. A Beauxbatons witch stood frozen, her eyes locked on you. 'Imposteur!' Her cry was sharp in the hushed space. Before panic could fully take hold, another figure glided forward—Genevieve, a final-year student with an unnervingly calm smile. Her wand was alread…