"A Trip to Beauxbatons"

A Trip to Beauxbatons

"So, is Boss Stephen leaving for Christmas?" Ron asked, trying to hide his joy at the thought of skipping training while Stephen was away.

Stephen had hunted them down again to continue their training, insisting that looking for information about Nicolas Flamel was no excuse to skip.

"I don't know why you're so happy, Redhead. Even though I'm taking the twins with me, I'll only be gone for two or three days at most, and then I'll be back. In the meantime, one of the older students staying at Hogwarts will be in charge of training you," Stephen said, crushing the trio's dreams. Well, duo, since Hermione would be going home for Christmas.

"Where are you going? Why are the twins allowed to go? Does Mom know about this?" Ron asked, a hint of jealousy in his voice.

"You see, dear Ronny, Fred and I are going as chaperones for our dear Prince Charming. We're off to find the damsel in distress in the land of love and romance," the twins said mockingly, dramatically reenacting the scene.

"You're going to France?" Hermione asked, quickly catching on.

"Correct." "Too bad we can't award you house points," the twins replied.

"Honestly, it's because of you two that we lose so many," Hermione shot back.

"You know, you three are the least qualified to say that. Professor McGonagall asked us to keep an eye on you so Snape wouldn't keep deducting points," Stephen pointed out.

"It's because Snape has it out for us," Harry defended.

"Alright, fine. We're going to Beauxbatons. The twins are going to meet some friends and sell some of their products—turns out they're quite popular at Beauxbatons. And I… I'm going to beg for mercy," Stephen said, feeling the weight of his words at the end.

"Beauxbatons, the magic school? That sounds awesome," Ron said enviously.

"Well, we'd better get ready. Be good, brats, or I'll make you train twice as hard when I get back," Stephen said with a malicious grin, making the two boys shiver.

"The brat should get ready too," Stephen added, referring to Hermione as he started walking away.

"I'm not a brat!" Hermione retorted, then waved goodbye to her two friends before heading to her dorm.

"I wonder what France is like," Ron mused as he watched them leave.

"Yeah, me too," Harry agreed.

Despite saying they were going to pack, Stephen and the twins only took small bags with a couple of changes of clothes and the items they planned to sell. After all, they were only staying for a few days, and they would be traveling through the portal at Stephen's house.

After notifying Professor McGonagall, they headed to Nicolas Flamel's house in Hogsmeade together.

"This is going to be a pain in the ass," Stephen muttered in front of the portal, staring at the other side.

"I don't know, boss, I think it'll be fun." "Yeah, boss, don't worry, we'll record everything for posterity," the twins said behind him.

"I don't even know why I brought you two," Stephen said, giving them a look.

"Come on, boss, the deal was to help promote the joke shop after finishing with your company, remember?" "It was your idea, boss," the twins quickly defended themselves.

When Stephen had started his company, the twins were the first to help him—even Arthur Weasley had pitched in with product ideas. Although Stephen had wanted to give the Weasley family half of the shares, they all refused. It had taken nearly a year for them to accept at least 10%. Even though they had money now, they still lived frugally.

According to Molly Weasley, she didn't want her children growing up like the other purebloods. While that was unlikely for the older siblings, it was very possible for Ron and, especially, Percy. So, everyone knew about their finances—except Ron, Percy, and Ginny.

At least they had stopped buying patched-up clothes, though they still bought second-hand items—at least until they all came of age.

"Stop making such a fuss and just get in already," Perenelle called from the other side, watching the clowns in action.

"You know, I wonder where my loving grandmother went—the one who adored me so much," Stephen said, feigning sadness.

"Cut the act. You know I'm still mad at you. Now, come give me a hug and then go apologize to Fleur. Otherwise, don't bother coming back," Perenelle said, completely unfazed by her grandson's theatrics.

"And you two, make sure he arrives at Beauxbatons on time, understood?" he told the twins.

"Yes, ma'am," they both replied with a military salute.

"By the way, come back quickly. I figured out how to trap a scream in a jar," said Nicolas, who was sitting on the couch, addressing the twins. Ever since he met them, he had quickly grown fond of them and loved their prank ideas, becoming a big fan. This earned him a tired look from his wife.

If only people knew that the greatest alchemist of all time spent his days creating prank objects with two little devils—who knows, alchemists around the world might just lose all hope.

"Go already, and don't be late," said Perenelle, kicking the three idiots out.

"Why does it look like the boss is preparing to fight a dragon?"

"It's the same look Charlie had before telling Mom he was going to Romania to train dragons."

"No, it's the same look Dad had when Mom found his modified car," said the twins, enjoying someone else's suffering and earning Stephen's wrath.

"(Now that I think about it, it's been six days since I sent the supposed curse message to the twins)," Stephen thought, giving them an evil look. Meanwhile, the twins were happily unaware of the horror that awaited their famous red hair.

"Come on, you fools, let's be on time and make this quick," Stephen said as he urged the twins forward, pulling out his phone to make a call.

As they traveled in a magical carriage, the twins watched Stephen attempt to contact someone multiple times, but it seemed the other person kept rejecting his calls. Seeing Stephen's growing fury, they decided to keep their comments to themselves. When they looked outside the carriage, they saw they had arrived at a beautiful castle, decorated with flowers and meadows, nestled in a mountainous landscape.

"Boss, we're here."

"Let's get off quickly," the twins said, waiting for the carriage to stop before hopping off.

Just as they reached the entrance, they saw Beauxbatons students leaving the school. It seemed they had arrived just in time for dismissal.

After waiting a few moments, they spotted a large group of boys and girls approaching. Among them were Fleur, Ricky, Isabel, and the former chubby Samuel, who was now a handsome, muscular young man. Behind them, several other groups of boys and girls, seemingly their classmates, followed.

"Hey guys, we've been waiting for you all day."

"I was starting to wonder if we had the wrong magical school," the twins joked upon seeing them.

"Fred, George, great to see you," Samuel said happily.

"Hey guys, long time no see," said Ricky, who had lost his shy demeanor—at least around his friends.

"You again? What are you doing here?" asked Isabel, now much more feminine, though her way of speaking hadn't changed much. While she was happy to see them again, she didn't show it.

"We came to see something interesting."

"We brought popcorn, get in line," the twins said as they approached their friends.

"Interesting, huh? Oh, I see…" Everyone quickly understood when they noticed the tension thick enough to cut with a knife between Stephen and Fleur.

They all gathered to the side, munching on popcorn as they waited for the show to unfold.

"Why aren't you answering your phone?" Stephen asked, as he had been trying to call her all month, only for her to reject every attempt.

"Why should I answer you?" Fleur responded, arms crossed and brows furrowed.

Meanwhile, the Beauxbatons students had gathered behind the spectators, curious. Seeing their goddess angry, many girls seemed on the verge of fainting.

"Alright, can we talk?" Stephen asked, showing signs of surrender.

"No, thanks. Now step aside, my parents are coming for me," Fleur replied indifferently.

"I see. Then I'll be a bit more direct," Stephen said. Without another word, he picked Fleur up and threw her over his shoulder. She was too stunned to react at first, but when she realized what had happened, she began struggling to break free.

"Put me down, you idiot!" Fleur screamed, kicking and hitting Stephen's back.

"Stay still, or I'll give you a spanking," Stephen warned, already growing impatient.

"You wouldn't dare!" Fleur snapped angrily—earning a smack. Smack

"Y-you damn pervert!" she tried to protest—only to receive another smack. Smack

As Stephen started walking toward the village near the school, everyone watched as the two continued their battle along the path.

"I see. Now this is interesting," said Isabel.

"Hey, I think your princess is being kidnapped,"

"Shouldn't we help her?" the twins asked between laughs.

"She didn't ask for help and… why does she look so happy?" Samuel noted, pointing out Fleur's strangely pleased expression.

"Oh, I'm so jealous," sighed one of the girls in the back, causing everyone to turn and stare at her in shock, taking a step away.

"What? You all thought the same thing, don't pretend you didn't!" the girl shouted, making several girls around her quickly look away as if she hadn't just spoken for them all.

Meanwhile, a little further away, a couple watched the scene unfold.

"Dear, this looks interesting. Want to try it?" the woman joked to her husband, earning a tired look from him. He then turned to Stephen, unsure whether to be angry at him for 'kidnapping' his daughter or to pity him for what awaited—because she was just like her mother.

Yes, they were Fleur's parents, the Delacours, who had come to pick her up.

"Sigh Let's go on a date since I have the day off. I'm sure they'll be back later. Let's go," said Mr. Delacour, starting to walk toward their carriage. But he stopped for a second when his wife spoke.

"Yes, Daddy," Mrs. Delacour teased, taking his arm as they left together.

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