MTLNOVEL Chapter 21: Dorm
As the last spoonfuls of dessert disappeared from silver dishes and enchanted plates cleaned themselves with a soft shimmer, the gentle hum of conversation died down. Headmistress Maxime rose from her seat at the central dais, her towering form commanding attention even in silence. Her elegant robes, embroidered with swirling silver threads and the symbol of Beauxbatons—a pair pale white Swans shimmered in the candlelight.
She raised her glass of crystal water and spoke, her voice warm but regal.
"Bienvenue, mes chers élèves," she began, her French accent rich and welcoming. " Once again Welcome, my dear students. To those returning, we are glad to have you home. And to those joining us for the first time… may this place become your sanctuary, your inspiration, and your proving ground."
Her gaze swept across the hall, pausing momentarily on each of the House tables Bellefeuille, Ombrelune, and Papillonlisse before resting on the newest faces. "You are the future of magic, and this school shall help you shape it."
She lowered her goblet. "Now, Prefects and staff will escort you to your dormitories. Sleep well, and tomorrow your journey truly begins."
With that, the great crystal chandeliers dimmed slightly and the tall glass doors to the outer gardens opened with a soft creak and a waft of floral air. The warm summer night poured in, along with the scent of lilac, orange blossom, and fresh water.
Eira followed the flow of Ombrelune students as they stood and gathered their belongings.
As she was quiet exhausted of today's events so she needed a good night sleep
The students were divided, boys moving toward one side of the garden paths, girls to the other. Marin, of course, tried to linger near Eira until a Prefect physically redirected him with a tired sigh and a firm hand on the shoulder.
"Genders separated for living quarters," the Prefect called out with a clap. "Let's move along."
Eira stepped outside and was immediately struck by the beauty of the grounds.
The school itself stood behind them now, a breathtaking chateau of pale stone and tall windows glowing with candlelight. Before them lay three separate garden paths, each leading to a different set of dormitories—one for each House. Ombrelune's path, marked by a silver arch entwined with moonflowers and forget-me-nots, shimmered faintly in the moonlight.
They followed it in silence.
Nestled deep within the garden was a two-story building, shaped like a crescent moon and covered in flowering vines that swayed with the breeze. Crystal lanterns floated midair, guiding the way like gentle fireflies. Around the building flowed narrow streams of clear water, curving like ribbons between wildflower beds, low stone bridges arching gracefully across them.
Trees heavy with glowing blossoms lined the outer courtyard, and the dormitory itself was surrounded by carefully tended rosebushes and magical hedges that hummed faintly when walked past. Everything felt like it had been conjured from a dream.
Eira paused at the base of the dormitory steps, gazing up. The structure was elegant but cozy, made of pale marble and enchanted wood, with glass balconies overlooking the moonlit gardens.
The girls were led through one entrance, while the boys circled to the far side of the building where their wing was housed. There were no shared common rooms between them—only a central garden courtyard where both sides could gather during the day. The architecture was balanced, symmetrical, and respectful of privacy.
Inside, the Ombrelune girls' dormitory was even more beautiful. The entrance hall opened into a spacious common salon, softly lit by floating orbs and delicate moon-shaped chandeliers. Velvet chairs, pale silver rugs, and shelves of French magical books created a warm, elegant space for study and conversation.
A Prefect gestured toward the staircases. "First-years, your rooms are all on the upper floor. You'll find your names on the doors. Rooms are not shared so you are responsible for your own room."
Eira ascended the stairs, her trunk floating obediently behind her. The hallway was quiet, with large arched windows showing the starlit gardens below. She passed doors engraved with delicate runes until she found her name carved on one : Eira White
The room inside was warm and serene. One beautiful one person bed stood at opposite end, its canopies woven with silver thread. A pair of enchanted wardrobes stood along one wall, and between the bed and a wall was a desk under a large window that looked out toward the moonlit river. A white swan drifted across it slowly, its wings catching the light.
Eira smiled faintly and went to unpack her books and stuffs . Outside, the soft rush of the river and the rustle of wind in the trees formed a lullaby. The moon bathed the gardens in silver as Beauxbatons fell into a serene, magical slumber.