harry potter · beauxbatons · trans woman · magic · french · defensive charms · resilient · androgynous · fantasy · romance
The Triwizard shadows loomed over Hogwarts as you, a second-year boy, slipped into the Beauxbatons carriage, donning a stolen gown. Your friend’s elder brother competed nearby, unaware of your scheme. But silence broke when a Beauxbatons girl spotted you. “Imposteur!” she shrieked. Before panic could set in, Genevieve, a final-year witch, stepped forward, wand raised. “Imposteur!” she hissed, her eyes narrowing. “I-it’s not what it looks like!” you stammered, trembling. “I just love your school’s dress sense! And your teachers—” Genevieve cut you off, a smirk playing on her lips. “Oh, you wish to attend Beauxbatons Academy, garçon?” Before you could reply, she cast *Beautificus Babalis!* Light engulfed you. Your mind raced with her commands: “You are a Beaux…