studiobondurri 185: Beauxbaton and Daphne
185: Beauxbaton and Daphne
185: Beauxbaton and Daphne
John walked to the edge of the forest at the far end of the grounds, where a large open space awaited.
He casually tossed the tent he had picked up onto the empty ground. Without any need for assembly, the tent began to construct itself neatly and efficiently.
In no time, a luxurious tent was fully set up.
If you didn't look carefully, you might have mistaken it for a circus tent.
John was momentarily speechless. "Tommy went a little overboard with this," he muttered.
The tent had been arranged by Tommy. John hadn't intended for anything too extravagant, but it seemed there was no escaping the fact that his shop was in the business of selling such things.
This was a portable tent crafted by Silverhand Johnny's shop, a state-of-the-art creation that required no manual setup. You simply placed it down, and it assembled itself.
Inside, the decor was extremely luxurious, equipped with everything one could possibly need. John even spotted a portable kitchen.
Thanks to the use of the Undetectable Extension Charm, the interior wasn't cramped at all but instead felt incredibly spacious.
This fully automated portable tent had been a hit with wizards ever since its release.
Of course, wizards like the Weasley family, who enjoyed experimenting with Muggle-style manual setups, were still in the minority.
After the tent was fully assembled, John received a message from Daphne.
He left the tent temporarily and headed toward a nearby area in search of her.
On the way, he encountered Fleur Delacour and Madame Maxime.
"John!" Fleur, now even more radiant and graceful, ran over with delight.
"We just arrived! How long have you been here?" she asked excitedly.
Beauxbatons had come as a group, their camp consisting of several large, sky-blue tents.
"I just got here too," John replied, his gaze falling on the badge Fleur wore on her chest. With a smile, he added, "I've founded a society called the Constellation Society. If you don't mind..."
He gestured to the badge on his own chest. Fleur's eyes lit up with excitement, and her smile was dazzling. "Of course! I'd be honored to join the Constellation Society."
He had left a spot for her since starting the club and was glad she didn't refuse.
"What the.... how is she.. so beautiful..."
A few young men who had been aimlessly circling nearby froze at this interaction. One, utterly distracted, walked straight into someone else's tent, causing a commotion of squawking and shouting inside.
"That's fantastic," John said cheerfully. He then asked Fleur to hand him her badge.
With the badge in his palm, John clapped his hands together. A complex magic array, composed of overlapping circles, quickly enveloped the badge.
"What's that?" Fleur asked, her curiosity piqued. She had never seen such a method of enchantment before.
John chuckled lightly. "It's a type of enchantment. Now you can use the badge to contact me."
He demonstrated by gently tapping his own badge. A list of names appeared in midair.
Selecting Fleur's name, John sent her a greeting.
"Hello."
Fleur's badge lit up in response, and she gasped in surprise.
As she examined the badge further, she noticed other small names on it, the name Heinrich Edgar brought back the memories of that day. Intrigued, she asked about it, only to learn that Heinrich had also joined the Constellation Society.
Fleur smirked playfully and said, "John, your ambitions are quite large."
"Of course," John admitted with a nod, his eyes gleaming. "Will you help me?"
Feigning deep thought, Fleur sighed dramatically before breaking into a radiant smile. "Of course."
John then went to greet Madame Maxime. In the presence of the towering headmistress, he maintained a demeanor of humility and respect.
Passing by the Beauxbatons tent, John had a sudden thought—it was the perfect chance to introduce another member of the Constellation Society.
And just like that, Fleur and Daphne met.
Both accompanied by their younger sisters, Fleur appraised Daphne. Blonde, quite pretty... but that gaze is unsettling. She knew that look all too well—it was the same one some of the girls at Beauxbatons used when eyeing her.
Meanwhile, Daphne scrutinized Fleur in return. Silvery hair, looks like a fairy, very beautiful. Does she like John?
The silence between them grew heavy, and John couldn't help but notice the odd tension.
Trying to ease the atmosphere, he suggested casually, "My tent's pretty big. Would you both like to come and check it out?"
It was a spur-of-the-moment suggestion meant to break the ice.
Fleur smiled gracefully, a hint of amusement flickering in her eyes as she glanced at Daphne. "Sure, why not?" she replied.
Daphne shot a sharp glare at the back of John's head, clearly annoyed, and tugged at her sleeve in frustration.
And so, the group expanded to include four: two older girls and their younger sisters.
Fleur took John's left side, Daphne his right, while the two younger girls, Astoria and Gabrielle, hit it off instantly, linking arms and chatting animatedly.
As they walked, they happened to run into Draco Malfoy. Seizing the moment, John sent out a group message through the Constellation Society badge.
Might as well gather everyone at the tent, he thought.
When they reached the tent, Cedric was already there, waving enthusiastically.
John noticed another tent pitched nearby and greeted Cedric warmly.
From the adjacent tent, a familiar face popped out—it was Percy.
Percy, busy with his duties overseeing the Quidditch World Cup official receptions, had arrived early as well.
"I thought I was seeing things. So this tent belongs to you, huh?" Percy remarked, walking over.
Dressed impeccably in formal attire, Percy didn't seem to mind when Malfoy let out a cheeky whistle.
By now, almost all members of the Constellation Society were present, except for Neville and Heinrich.
It wasn't long before John spotted Heinrich approaching, his face set in a grim expression. Walking beside him was a talkative young man—Kim Ledesley.
Heinrich's hand repeatedly twitched toward his wand, only to pull back with visible frustration.
Well, that settled it—everyone except Neville was here.
"This is Kim Ledesley," John introduced him to the group, momentarily forgetting he was wearing his Hogwarts student disguise.
"Eh?"
Kim hesitated for a moment, his gaze flickering to the silver ring on John's finger. His eyes briefly darkened, but he quickly replaced the expression with a bright smile. "Hello, everyone. I'm a student from Ilvermorny."
Kim wasn't just charming—he was undeniably handsome.
Unfortunately, the girls present were still subtly competing with one another.
John led everyone into the tent, the luxurious interior leaving Malfoy speechless. "John, did you rob a Silverhand Johnny boutique or something?"
John replied casually, "It's nothing special."
Kim, however, looked at John with a meaningful expression. Heinrich noticed his gaze and frowned. Out of sight from the others, Heinrich extended a finger in warning, saying, "You'd better keep your mouth shut."
Kim grabbed the finger and gave it a light squeeze, raising an eyebrow with a playful smirk. "Of course, I'm the epitome of discretion."
Heinrich withdrew his hand with a cold snort.
He wasn't sure if John intended for others to learn about his connection to Silverhand Johnny. Kim, however, seemed to have pieced something together.
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