A Trip To France

Charlotte entered La Petit Dragon  feeling slightly nervous being the first person in her Family to attend Beauxtons. She looked around in awe at all the different things they had inside such as Exquisite tables that shined in the dim light they had , the glasses which cleaned themselves after someone had drunk them.
"Wooow" she exclaimed as she continued to look around
As she kept looking around many people looked at her and whispered in French she felt embarrassed slightly had she done something wrong ? was it obvious she wasn't from France?
"Mum why are they looking at me as if i am a freak?" she whispered her mother just shrugged
"Just keep walking" her mother replied Charlotte nodded and continued to walk and followed her mother to the back of La Petit Dragon and out-side the back of the pub. Charlotte Raised an eyebrow questioning why they where out-here.
       Here mother got her wand out and started pressing random bricks on the wall , Charlotte wandered why she was doing that? although her question was soon answered when the brick wall parted "Welcome to Amythest Alley..." Her mother exclaimed Charlotte stood there speech less.

Galen was not a master of coordination. He was very uncoordinated in fact. He had the amazing talent to trip on flat surfaces. And that's exactly what he did. He was walking and not watching where he was going his foot nicked a piece of the cobblestone street that was broken off and he went flying. He landed right on his bum and his glasses had glided all the way across the cobblestone to at a girl and her mother's feet. Galen's ears went scarlet with embarrassment. This was completely embarrassing. He awkwardly stood up and walked over to them so he could pick up his glasses.

Charlotte Felt something hit her foot she looked down to see a pair of glasses on the floor I wonder who's these could be? she thought she picked them up and looked around.
"Mum do you know who's these are? she asked her mother with confusion on her face her mother merely shrugged
"I don't know maybe his" she said pointing to a by who had looked embarrassed
Charlotte thought about it 'Maybe...' she said quietly she walked over to him
"Are these your by any-chance? I sort of found them by my foot" she said a little awkwardly hoping he could understand her knowing she was in France