The Potter children rushed to the window and let the pecking owl that was there announcing his arrival, ever since Monday they had been expecting each day to be the day that they would be receiving their letters. James Potter was a thinner boy, his round glasses often slid down his nose and his dark hair often got into his hazel eyes. He ripped the window open and let the old barn owl inside. Jane Potter, his twin sister, had the same hazel eyes and bangs that often got in the way. Her hair was long and pulled up on the side in a ribbon that was bewitched to re-tie it's self every time it fell undone—which was very often. The twins' bodies were built virtually the same, though as they grew older Jane's revealed her to be more feminine than James. She eagerly took the letter from the owl and ripped it open, not bothering to read who the Hogwarts letter was to. They assumed the others' was on the way or, in an effort to save time; they would only receive the one letter for the two of them.
"HOGWARTS SCHOOL of WITCHCRAFT and WIZARDRY: Headmaster—" Jane read from the parchment. James, never the patient Potter, ripped the parchment from her hand.
"Albus, blah de blah, brag, A ha! Dear Mr. Potter, We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed—" James read, his smile growing bigger and more conceited.
"Oh, shut up James!" Jane scoffed as another owl landed where the previous owl was. This one was cleaner and didn't look native. Jane took the letter, confused as the smell of some strong flower hit her nose. She opened it, coughing with James when a fresh wave hit them. "Cough, Dear Miss Potter, we are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Beauxbatons! James! I'm not going to Hogwarts! Mum!" She shrieked running to find their mother. James ran, close at her heels. The two skidded to a stop in the kitchen where their mother was cutting up a tomato as part of their lunch. Her dark grey hair was pulled sophisticatedly into its typical bun. One of their house elves smiled, bowing its head to the children as it tended to the fire. "Mum!" Jane screeched again.
"Don't shout dear. Alice? Would you go check on the children's rooms?" She smiled, never stopping her work on the tomato. She enjoyed doing simple tasks without magic; it reminded her she still had purpose in her family's life.
The House Elf, Alice, nodded, bowing to Mrs. Dora Potter. "Of course, Mistress." Alice bowed to Jane and James once more adding a quick little Master, little Mistress to them, before heading to do her assignment upstairs.
"Beauxbatons? Mum, you can't do this to me! Dad said that our names have been on the list for Hogwarts since we were born!" Jane raged.
"And they have been, but as of late, Jane Marie, you've been acting more like your brother than you are a lady. I've tried everything I can think of on my own to teach you how to behave. Madame Maxime was thrilled when I sent my request for you. She struggled to find a place for you. You will go and you'll learn what being a woman in our family means." Dora explained. Her calm voice struggled with the Black's temper that she had.
Dora Potter was once Dora Black. She was the great aunt—or something—of the Black child they'd briefly met three years ago when he fell through their Floo network in an attempt to escape his mother.
"But mum I'm the only one going. James and RJ are going to Hogwarts. I'll have no friends at Beauxbatons! None!" Jane whined.
"Tough." Her mother snapped, slamming the knife onto the cutting board. "You ever think that having the two of them as your only friends is why you have to go Beauxbatons?" She took a few deep breaths before continuing with lunch, never turning around to see how furious she was making her only daughter. "Now wash up—" The sound of the front door slamming closed cut her voice off, for only a moment. "Wash up, James. Lunch will be ready soon."
James nodded; he was always a mummy's boy.
Jane knocked on the Lupin's door, only couple dozen minutes from her own house. A relatively young woman answered, slightly surprised to find Jane on her porch.
"Is RJ here?" She asked, the crumpled letter still in her hand and her eyes burning with the tears she refused to let form.
"Yes, Remus is here. Is something wrong?" She asked, sincerely concerned. Jane was her son's only friend.
"I've been accepted to Beauxbatons." She admitted a few tears slipping out.
"Oh, dear…he's in his room. Down the corridor—" Mrs. Lupin started. Jane smiled slightly.
"And to the left. Right next to the cellar door. I know." She finished, heading for RJ's room. She didn't bother knocking; she'd known Remus J. Lupin since they were both very young. He'd only been bitten a few years before, but the scars were already there and no matter what Jane did he was scared of everyone. Even her at times.
"RJ?" She asked, sitting next to him on the neatly made bed. He looked up from his father's old school book, surprised to see the look in her eyes.
"What's wrong? What's happened?" Remus fretted. He always thought the worst; Jane assumed it was because he was turned so young. He had seen the worst, and was still living with it.
"I'm not going to Hogwarts with you in the fall. I'm going to Beauxbatons." She cried. Remus' book slammed onto the bed and his arms were around her.
"No! You can't! I can't go there by myself. I need you there with me! Your brother'll eat me alive." He hugged her tight. Jane returned it, her face in his neck.
"I don't want to go. My mum thinks it'll turn me into some kind of lady. And James isn't always so bad. As long as his ego's in tact and he doesn't think he has to show off. You'll be fine without me. It's me I'm worried about. I only have you and James here and there I'll have no one."
"Maybe if you show your mum you can act like a lady she'll let you transfer for next term?"
"Wouldn't that just prove that she's right though?"
"Maybe you should let her have this one." Remus shrugged. Jane hugged him. She would miss this.
Jane returned home that night and there was no more mention of school—and no mention of her outburst or that she hadn't returned in time for lunch. James put on a brave face when the two parted as he boarded the Hogwarts Express. They promised to owl the other everyday—though they both knew the other was lying. They knew they would see each other again at Christmas and would be able to try to out brag the other.