Les filles françaises embrassent mieux
James x Beauxbatons!Reader
A/N: Full part 1! If you like it I’ll continue it, please let me know! This part is mostly set up, translations are at the end, (or you could google translate idk)
Edit: Title and images are going to be/are updated cause of a translation error, oop
Sending love from the moon
The sorting ceremony is nerve racking enough, let alone being much taller than the 1st years making you stand out like a sore thumb. You’re a transfer from Beauxbatons, in your 6th year. You lived up to the stereotypes of Beauxbatons girls, you were smart, kind and beautiful.
Professor McGonagall went down the list of new students, the room going between almost silence to a cluster of cheers from one of the long tables in the room.
“Y/n Y/l/n?” she called, you walked up to the stool sitting looking at the room. So many eyes looking at you, people whispering and giggling. You hold your arms in your lap, back sitting straight. Like you were taught at Beauxbatons.
“Oh what do we have here? Smart and witty, have half the mind to put you in Ravenclaw, yet I know you’re a bit of a trouble maker aren’t you? Surprising from a Beauxbatons girl, you seem full of surprises. Better be...Gryffindor!”
The third table erupts in cheers as you go over to it, sitting in the closest empty spot.
“Hi! My name's Lily” The red haired girl sitting next to you smiles, reaching out to shake your hand “Bonjour, je m'a- oh uh sorry. Hi I’m Y/n” You shake her hand, mentally cursing yourself for almost slipping into French.
After the rest of the new students get sorted, Professor Dumbledore says a welcome and a brief introduction before the tables are filled with food. The sudden change startled you slightly.
Everyone starts eating, you only place a small amount on your plate, a bit overwhelmed by everything going on. Four boys move to sit around you. Pretty much shoving the people there out of the way.
One of the boys had wavy black hair and grey eyes, he was smirking at you. Sat next to him, also smirking, but not at you, at Lily next to you. He had very messy brown hair and round glasses.
Sat next to you was a kid with dusty blonde hair curly hair, he had a long scar across his face.
The last was timidly sitting on the over side of Lily, you couldn’t see him well.
They all greeted you with various hellos
“I’m Sirius, the prat next to me is James, the git next to you, he’s Remus” he nodded towards him, getting a glare “And that tosser is Peter” He points to the other boy.
“Aka, the dumbasses of the school” Lily smirks at you, making you let out a small laugh
“It’s nice to meet you all” You let out a small smile.
“You’re from whatever that french school, right?” The boy with the glasses finally looks at you smiling.
“Beauxbatons, yeah”
“Are the rumors true? Is every girl there as beautiful as you? Although I can tell you’d be the most stunning of all” Sirius winks at you, you could already tell what kind of guy he is, constant flirting and full of himself.
“Is every guy as charming as you” You smirk at him leaning forward slightly
“No one is more charming than me” He leans in as well
“Shame, I was hoping at least one boy at this school était attrayant” You lean back winking at him, popping a grape in your mouth, Lily burst out laughing next to you
“Wait, Evan’s, you know what she said?” Sirius turned his attention to Lily.
“Yeah, I know a bit of French, had to learn it in my old muggle school”
“Well what did she say!” Sirius flicks his hair out of his face.
“She said ‘At least one boy at this school was attractive’ ” Lily couldn’t stop smiling, the other three boys started laughing at him.
“Wow, not only did you get shot down, but in French, I reckon that’s an achievement” James smirked at Sirius.
“Sod off James. How many times has Lily shot you down” James glares at Sirius.
The rest of the meal went down relatively smoothly, the boys quarilling a bit and you and Lily laughed at James’s attempts at flirting with her.
Once the dinner was over the prefects lead the firsts years to their house dorms, while James and Lily walked with you to the Gryffindor dorm a different way from the 1st years, Sirius was chasing after Peter, Remus going after them, presumably to make sure they don’t kill each other.
Once in the common room, you three sat on the couches by the fireplace, waiting for the other three to burst through the portrait (You also found it very strange that to get into your common room you had to go through a painting)
While you were waiting, James was asking...no...interrogating you on French things. Mostly asking how to say things.
“Oh! How do you say my name? James Potter?”
“You would just say James Potter” You say “Not every name has a french translation”
“What about Prongs?”
“Huh?” You tilt your head.
Lily sighs “James, Remus, Sirius and Peter call themselves ‘the marauders’ and they gave each other nicknames, that are really weird by the way” she frowns at James.
Before the conversation can continue the portrait bursts open and the other three boys stumble in, all red faced and panting, Peter looking like he’s about to pass out.
You giggle slightly, “Are you three alright?”
“We’re- all good- darling” Sirius says breathless, he plops down next to you on the couch, putting his arm around you
“Yeah, no” You say getting up and sitting next to James on the floor making James smirk and Sirius pout.
“What were you guys doing before we got back?” Remus breathes, sitting next to Sirius
“I was asking her about France!” James says excitedly, beaming at you
“He was asking how to say things, mostly names, and getting sad cause he doesn’t have a special french name” you coo at him
“What’s my name!” Sirius and Peter yell at the same time
“Ok calm down mes amis, you’re names are the same”
“What does ‘me am is’ mean?” Sirius asks, badly mispronouncing it
You let out a chuckle “mes amis” You say a bit slower, correcting his misponuniation “Means my friends”
“Aw! We’re your friends!” James says hugging you, well more crushing you
“I mean- I guess- If that’s ok?” You stutter,
“yes you’re our friend!”
“Ok Prongs stop crushing her” Sirius says laughing
“What about our ‘weird’ nicknames” James glares at Lily, and she pokes her tongue out at him
“Oo! Yeah!” Peter adds in “Prongs, Moony, Wormtail and Padfoot!”
“Ok, Lily is right, those are weird nicknames” You giggle as the boys glare at you jokingly
“Ok, Padfoot, hm, probably Patmol, Moony maybe Lune.” You look to the roof thinking “Why do you have these nicknames”
“Prongs could be ramure. It means antler, but that’s all I can think of. And I’m sorry but I’m not even going to try ‘wormtail’”
“And Snuffles!” James quickly adds, Sirius throwing a couch pillow at him
“What about Snivellus?” Sirius chuckles before Lily whacks him in the back off the head with a book. “Ok, ok sorry!”
The conversation between the six of you flows so smoothly, like you’ve been at the school since first year. Sirius was telling stories about all the times James tried (and failed) to ask Lily out.
Maybe this won't be as bad.
Les filles françaises embrassent mieux = French Girls Kiss Better
Bonjour je m'a- = Hello, my nam- (Bonjour je m'appelle / Hello my name is)
était attrayant = was attractive
mes amis = my friends
I had to take some creative liberty with their nicknames, I tired
Patmol = Padfoot
Lune = Moon
Ramure = Antlers
Please excuse some mistakes, but let me know of them!
