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“And now the winners of a four weeks study holiday at Beauxbatons,” Dumbledore announced one day of March at lunch.
“For Slytherin, Ms Tracey Davis! For Ravenclaw, Mr Terry Boot! For Hufflepuff, Ms Hannah Abbott! And for Gryffindor, Mr Neville Longbottom!”
Hearing his name, Neville was dumbfounded, he couldn’t believe his luck. He received sonorous claps on his shoulders from Harry, Ron and Dean, and Seamus wolf-whistled, making him blush.
“Don’t forget to pack all your belongings, later,” the Headmaster looked pointedly at Neville, who glanced down, “You’ll leave for Beauxbatons tomorrow morning at breakfast. As for now, bon appetit!”

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A plain looking silver box was set in front of the professors table. It was a Portkey and , as soon as the four chosen students touched it, they were catapulted to France
“Bienvenue au Beauxbatons,” a chorus welcomed the British fellow students. Madame Maxime was standing in all her gigantic height and greeted the pupils.
“Welcome to Beauxbatons, Hogwarts students. I hope you’ll enjoy your stay and deepen your knowledge, all respecting our rules. Monsieur Étienne Aguillard and Mademoiselle Amélie Michaud will show your rooms.”
Neville was enchanted by Amélie, with her chestnut wavy hair and bright green eyes.

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“Néville!”.
“Oh, bonjour, Amélie,” he pinked.
“Bonjour, Néville,” she beamed, “I knew I could find you in the green’ouse. Mind if I join?”
“Course not,” Neville replied while helping Beauxbatons’ Herbology professor.
“You are a natural with plants, c’est magnifique.”
“Thank you,” he blushed in embarrassment, “I, uh, saved this for you,” Neville showed Amélie a round flower on the tones of blue.
“Oh, merci beacoup, Néville! It’s so beautiful !” she kissed his cheek and admired her present.
In the past three weeks he grew really close to the girl, he’s going to miss her. And she’s really cute…

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“Hey Neville, how was your stay at Beauxbatons? Any cute French gal?” Seamus teased the roommate, finally back from his study holiday, causing people to giggle.
“Yeah, tell us everything,” someone shouted from the other end of the Gryffindor common room.
Neville, who had just passed through the Fat Lady’s portrait, was a bit taken aback, but squared his shoulders and replied sincerely, “Yes, actually. Her name is Amélie and we got along really well, we even traded addresses to keep in touch during the summer.”
Satisfied for shutting his House mates up, Neville walked to his dormitory whistling happily.