Gwen didn't want to be doing this.

She didn't want to be going to Hogwarts...the place where her brother died last year. That's right...this was Gwendilyne Bastion. Gregoire Bastion's sister...you know...the one who's stupidity got the best of him. The one who decided to aggravate an already aggravated Acromantula. Not to mention this was a mommy Acromantula...meaning she sent her hundreds of children to attack her sibling.

Eugh.

Just the thought of it disgusted her. She tried to argue with her parents to go back to Beauxbatons...where...you know she'd be sure to live...but nope. They insisted that she would attend Hogwarts...which was rather odd. Uggggghhhhh...well it was no use arguing in public. Not with her parents at least. If this were Gwen's aunt or uncle or cousin on the other hand, then there might have been a chance for her to win in an argument.

Another thing adding to the lose factor was her older siblings were here. Angelique and Leandre. Angelique graduated two years before Gregoire started to attend Beauxbatons, and Leandre graduated Beauxbatons three years ago. They were lucky. Those were the only two Bastion kids that didn't have to attend Hogwarts.

This was going to be a dreadful year for Gwen.

Angelique was feeling...bittersweet of seeing her younger sister off to Hogwarts. After all, her other younger brother...yeah...no need to finish that thought. Shaking her head, Angelique looked over to her sister, Gwen and said "Gwen, here's what your going to do. Look at the wall. And then run-" French accent light and airy. Since she's been here in England about two or three years now, the accent was starting to diminish due to being around people with different accents. The accent was still noticeable, but not like when they first moved. When the Bastion's first moved here, it was extremely obvious they were from France.

"-Like this." With that being said, the eldest Bastion daughter ran towards the wall, and then she was gone! Poof! Ran straight through the wall!

"Now don't be nervous deary." Said Lucile Bastion. It was obvious her daughter was nervous. Well, in her eyes she was. Turning to her husband she told him something in French, then with a nod the husband and her oldest son left.

Turning she noticed a younger boy standing in front of the wall. He too, seemed nervous to run inside. Looking down at Gwen she whispered "There! You can make friends with that boy over there!" Gaze glancing toward him. "Excusez moi! You-" A hand waved at the boy. "You seem nervous. Is this your first year at Hogwarts? It's my daughters first year here too. She'll be a third year though."

She gave Gwen a little shove towards his direction.