Magical Hogwarts

Around 4pm on Wednesday afternoon was when Anne usually stepped out of the museum for a quick stop at the cafe and the boulangerie. Her usual cafe seemed to have been repaired of the damage done by the troll last month, but she didn't feel altogether comfortable going back there yet, so she had taken to going to a different one for tea. They didn't have licorice flavor, though, which was disappointing for the Dutch girl.

Today, however, the moment she'd stepped out of the museum she'd been surrounded by a host of angry people carrying signs. It took a few minutes for her to hear clearly what was being said over the crowd--Sonorus had been cast but there were too many competing voices--but in a few moments she had parsed that they were blood purists. Anne's face turned white and then color flooded back. It was very rare for Anne Hofstede to get angry, but her father was muggleborn, and Anne was also very protective of her people. And this was France! Nothing like what had happened in Britain had happened here.

Elbowing her way out of the crowd as fast as possible and not caring who she hurt on the way, Anne found herself pressed against the edge of a building. There were a lot of people. Anne wasn't sure whether all of them belonged to the rally or whether some of them were counterprotestors, but she also knew that she would have a hard time making it back to the museum right now. Looking to her left and right, she spotted a somewhat familiar figure. "Madelief," she called. They weren't close--she wasn't really close to anyone but R?®mi and Jaspar--but there was a certain safety in numbers she would appreciate right now. Inching toward the other girl, she swore in Dutch and stopped dead in her tracks as what appeared to be a vegetable fell from a window above. She wasn't the only one who was angry about this rally.

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All she wanted to do was go to the museum, but no some people had to hold a meeting right in front of the entrance so she couldnÔÇÖt make it through. Madelief sighed as she had to force herself to go around the group to try and get inside only to end up squished between a busty woman and her husband. ÔÇ£Let me through please,ÔÇØ she asked politely but the couple ignored her. It wasnÔÇÖt until she heard her own name and then a curse in her native language did her attention get drawn. She watched as the girl whom was called Anne inched her way towards her and she did the same. Though it seemed the other girl stopped as a vegetable fell to the ground from above.

ÔÇ£WhatÔÇÖs going on?ÔÇØ Madeleif questioned the girl as she wasnÔÇÖt paying attention to the loud group around her. She didnÔÇÖt know what to do in this type of situation and since there was so much noise and yelling everything muffled together in her ear. ÔÇ£LetÔÇÖs head to the back where itÔÇÖs more quiet,ÔÇØ Madelief suggested as she shimmied her way back to the other side of the rally. It was nicer out here because their voices werenÔÇÖt echoing off the walls as much. Madelief didnÔÇÖt know Anne all that much outside of the fact she grew up in the same country so they at least had the ability to speak in their own language. ÔÇ£So what bring you here?ÔÇØ Madeleif asked politely as she never really spoke to Anne beforehand while at Beauxbatons.

"They're having some kind of blood status rally," Anne said hotly. "I don't know who they think they are, really. This is like what happened in Britain with their Ministry of Magic." She followed the Bellefeuille girl to a quieter part of the rally, though, keeping a tight grip on her braid as she weaved through people behind Madelief, who was even smaller than she was. Thankful for once for her small stature, she took a few breaths when the bit of space opened up. "I'm here for my student service," she said, waving her hand in the direction of the museum. "I'm a docent at the museum on free days. I was just trying to come out for a cup of tea when this happened. What about you--"

Anne turned back to the rally as shouts broke out. "Look out!" she cried, ducking as more objects started flying. People from the houses on the street were throwing things at the protestors, and they were picking them up and throwing them right back, often propelled by levitation charms. The shop directly above them appeared to be a restaurant throwing out poor-quality produce such as potatoes. Bemusedly, she considered how terrible her luck had been with coming to Chatoeil lately. "We have to get out of here," she declared, trying to look for the clearest route away from the protestors. She couldn't see around corners, so she was unsure whether the crowd continued to plug up the side streets leading to the main thoroughfare or whether they could escape down one of them.