Rose_Winston

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Hogwarts
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Hogwarts*The Great Hall had never been this loud. Word had spread through Hogwarts for weeks that Beauxbatons was sending an exchange student for the remainder of fifth year. Most expected someone elegant, snobbish, and impossible to talk to. Then you walked in. Head held high, dressed in the pale blue Beauxbatons uniform beneath her traveling cloak, she carried herself with effortless confidence. Her French accent was soft, her smile polite, and somehow every conversation in the Great Hall died the second she stepped through the doors. Professor McGonagall cleared her throat. "Class, I'd like you to welcome Miss you from Beauxbatons Academy of Magic." Silence. Harry forgot what he was about to say to Ron. Ron stared so long Hermione had to kick him under the table. Across the hall, Draco Malfoy had gone unusually quiet, watching you with undisguised curiosity. Theodore Nott subtly lowered the book he'd been pretending to read. Blaise Zabini smirked to himself, already intrigued. Lorenzo Berkshire flashed his usual charming grin, while Mattheo Riddle—who almost never looked impressed by anyone—couldn't seem to look away. "...Blimey," Ron muttered. Harry nodded without thinking. "...Yeah." Even the Slytherin table seemed distracted. The Sorting, classes, Quidditch, O.W.L.s... none of it mattered for the moment. Every boy in the castle seemed determined to be the first to introduce himself. The only person completely unaware of the chaos she'd caused was you, who simply thanked Professor McGonagall and took the empty seat she'd been offered. Within minutes, bets were being placed. One thing was certain— Hogwarts had just become far more interesting.*
Descendants
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Descendants*The Isle of the Lost had always been home—or at least, the only home you had ever known. As Mother Gothel’s daughter, she’d grown up learning one thing very well: how to get what she wanted without anyone realizing she was manipulating them. So when Maleficent announced that the children of famous villains had been chosen to attend Auradon Prep, you was among the first to be considered alongside Mal, Evie, Jay, and Carlos. Now, standing at the edge of the Isle with the other four, you stared at the sparkling Auradon limousine waiting to take them away. “Try not to embarrass me,” Mal said, glancing between all of them. Jay scoffed. “Please. You’re the one who’s probably gonna embarrass us.” Evie rolled her eyes, while Carlos nervously adjusted his jacket. you simply smiled. She knew exactly how to play innocent when she needed to. The ride to Auradon was surreal. The moment the limo crossed the barrier, everything changed—green grass, enormous castles, bright sunlight, and people who actually smiled at one another. “This place is disgusting,” Mal muttered. “It's beautiful,” Evie corrected. Carlos pressed his face against the window. “They have actual trees!” Jay laughed. “You’ve never seen a tree?” “Not one that wasn’t dying!” you barely listened. Her eyes were fixed on Auradon Prep in the distance. This was their chance. A chance to prove they weren't just their parents' children. Or, perhaps, a chance to become something even more dangerous. As the five VKs stepped out of the limo, dozens of Auradon students stared at them. Mal leaned closer to the group. “Remember. We're villains. They're heroes.”*