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[mitzi allise cruger]

Mitzi was not adjusting well to this new environment. It lacked rules, and structure. Not to mention there was entirely too much filth going to Hogwarts, and Beauxbaton for her very clean self to be safe. She was unsure of how they could see it proper to allow mudbloods into their presence. It was disgusting, and it gave her the creeps. She'd hardly breathed the same air as mudbloods before now, and now she was expected to bunk with them? It was ludicrous, absolute insanity. And, some of her professors here were mudbloods. It was disgusting, how was she supposed to learn from someone who hadn't even been born into a magical family? Not to mention, they were forcing her to take a course called, she shivered just thinking of the name, muggle studies. Muggles were beneath her, and she did not want to learn about them. No, not one bit. Although, she had to admit, she rather liked France itself. And the accommodations Beauxbaton was providing were rather nice. Spacious living space, and comfortable beds. However, she didn't think that made up for the fact that she was breathing the same air as mudbloods... at all. They were dirty, and they would have her infected by the time she left this ruined school.

Another thing she didn't like? Well simply the girls who attended Beauxbaton. Many of them were beautiful, and annoyingly so. She didn't like it. She was used to being one of the most good looking girls in her school. Yet here she was competing with half veela trash, and too tall twits. She hated it. And it wasn't bad enough that that family of half veela Delacours was beautiful. No, she'd heard tall tales that they were very kind, and caring too. The complete opposite of the cold as ice girls from Dumstrang. However, she did pride herself on her pureblood, and her Cruger good looks. So when her friends would mutter bitterly about the half veela scum, she'd just nod her head and laugh. Because of course the well bred boy of Durmstrang couldn't really like half bloods. That would just be insane. More insane then being taught magic by a person born to a known magical family. Which was completely crazy by all Mitzi's concerns. So she worried little about not having a date to some silly Beauxbaton dance. And she worried even less about loosing any of her conquests to Beaubxaton girls. Those girls were too soft, and didn't have the same kind of skills she did.

That morning was a saturday morning. And by rules appointed by the crazy Beauxbaton headmistress, they were free to wander about France as they saw fit. Which was stupid if you asked Mitzi, which you very likely would, because Mitzi would be the first to tell you that something was stupid. For one, there was a war raging outside the overly decorated halls of Beauxbaton. And the headmistress seemed to want to continue to allow her students way too much freedom. The French were all air heads if you asked her. So since that was the case she had decided to go to the beach. She needed to order a dress for this very silly shoeless French ball, which she didn't really want to go to. She would go though, because it was only proper to make the school feel like she actually cared. So she had a book of dresses under her arm, along with a large towel, and she was on her way. When she got there she slipped out of her cover up, and laid out on her stomach. She started flipping through the magazine, and curled her long brown hair up in a clip. Suddenly there was a shadow over her back, and book, and she growled under her breath. ”You're in my sun.” She said with a glare.

[sirius orion black]

Mornings were never nice to Sirius Orion Black and it appeared the sun would not be today either. Peering out the window, Sirius noted the intense sun and clear heat waves as he ruffled through his wardrobe for something fitting to wear. Or something clean at least. He picked the cleanest pair of jeans he could find and a half-clean cardigan with a small stain on the right sleeve. He had planned on meeting James, Remus and Peter at the beach to pick up some girls, a typical day for that specific group of friends but, surprisingly, it seemed his friends had jumped the gun and left while he slept in. It was Saturday, who gets up early on Saturday?! But, dealing with the fact that even James, his supposed best friend, did not stay back to wait for him, he headed out of the dormitory; headed for the beach to find the other Marauders. As he left, he tried his best to remember exactly which way he was supposed to go to exit the school. On this train of thought he remembered back to his first week of Hogwart's and just how many times he had gotten lost in the large castle and Beauxbatons was just déja vu all over again. Everything about France was just strange, but for some reason, Sirius liked it here. Or rather, he liked the girls here. French girls were gorgeous, without knocking the English girls, he thought they really were hot. Sirius assumed there was something in the water here that made everyone better looking, even the boys. After making his way through the school blindly he accidentally ended up in the kitchens and had to find his way to the front entrance in an even more confused manner than when he had first set off from his room, but he did manage to find his way out, after almost twenty-five minutes, and grimaced as the first ray of sun hit the top of his black mass of hair. He regretted his decision of clothing and wanted to go back upstairs and change into something less covering, but finding his way back to his dormitory was not a journey he wanted to take on.

He set off down the beautiful path that led away from the school, the front garden was immense, much more eloquent and far more grand than that of the Hogwart's grounds. Sirius was never one to really care much for how things were presented but damn, this entire school just looked amazing. There were three or so gardens, a beautiful river and so much more. Even the air was just so fresh and clear. He passed through the gate the left the school grounds, feeling extremely energized as he found his way to the emaculate and very long beach that stretched across most of the town. He took a long glance at the length of the beach, as far as his eyes could see, he would hopefully find his friends waiting for him, or at least just hanging out like they had planned. He cursed under his breath when they were no where in sight and headed off on his own down the beach. As he spotted numerous young women in bikinis a grin lit up on his face. The guys had no idea what they were missing. Trying to act aloof, Sirius began to stroll down the beach line, his feet grazing the water. It was a good idea wearing sandals today, but no such a smart idea wearing a long sleeve cardigan with such warm weather. So to better suit himself, he pulled it off and continued his walk down the beach.

Thinking himself as god's gift to women he continued off in a proud strut, smirking and sharing fleeting glances with most of the females that caught his eye. He decided he would talk to the one that really stood out to him, maybe the one who came up to him first, which he was sure would happen. His egotistical attitude actually made him believe the other males on the beach were full of envy, and it was no secret that this was how he thought. Sirius stopped in his tracks again to look back down the beach, half-hoping to find his friends heading towards him so he wouldn't look like such a loner, but they still had not arrived so he assumed they had simply gotten lost as he had or in detention, save Remus. They seemed to be the only two explanations that he could think were possible. Just as he was about to start walking again he heard a voice, an angry one at that. He looked around to see where it came from and realized he was standing above and barely two feet away from a good-looking girl he had not even noticed, but from her comment Sirius assumed someone was a bit touchy. "Sorry beautiful, didn't know you owned it." He checked out her form, as he did most women and decided to start a conversation, "What are you doing here all alone?"

[mitzi allise cruger]

Mitzi hated arrogant young men. Especially arrogant young men who hit on her. She didn't like being hit on. She didn't like being hit on by people who were dirty rotten sleeze balls either. And she knew just by the sound of this young man's voice that he was a sleeze ball. Just the sound of his voice irked her nerves, and so she was more than ready to give him a piece of her mind. Mitzi Cruger was not a girl to be trifled with. All of the Durmstrang boys knew it. And some of the Beauxbaton boys could already tell that she wasn't to be messed with. For years people had known that the Cruger kids were not to be screwed with. For centuries the Cruger family had been the best wizarding assassins in the business. Of course the Cruger blood ran right to Mitzi's heart and so she was one of the coldest people at Durmstrang. Of course it didn't help that her home life hadn't been the best. Her father had been an abusive drunken asshole. Her mother was hardly ever home. It wasn't the best environment for two children to grow up in.

However, Ballard, and Mitzi had managed. That was right up until their mother Sophie had found out about their father's drinking and beating. You see, the Cruger family had always been abusive. And as such Sophie's mother and father had beaten her, and trained her until she was the perfect little assassin. As such Sophie did not want that for her children, she wanted her Mitzi, and Ballard to have a chance. She wanted her children to be half way normal. Even if Mitzi had been an accident, and the one reason Sophie had married her dead beat husband. It didn't matter. What did matter was Mitzi and Ballard were her children, and that bastard had been beating them behind her back for years. So what did Sophie Cruger do? Well what any mother would do. She killed the piece of filth, and covered her tracks. The family moved to Berlin, and never looked back. Sophie changed her name back to Cruger, and the children's names were changed as well. From then on the Cruger family relied on the Cruger fortune, and didn't ever speak of that man again.

As this was all the case, Mitzi Cruger was not your average young woman. Hell, she wasn't even your average Durmstrang student. So people generally didn't approach her as such. Unless of course they didn't know better. She felt his eyes roam over her frame and she rolled her eyes. She rolled over to look up at him, and smirked slightly. From the sounds of him he was English. Which meant he was one of the Hogwarts boy. Which meant she'd be seeing him the rest of the year. She groaned inwardly, just great. She had a bad feeling about this whole scenario. But she meant to make the best of it. She could be civil, even playful until she learned he was anything other than acceptable. "Well next time perhaps you should check for a name on it." She smirked lightly. "I'm getting sun and looking for a ball gown, what does it look like?" She asked quirking a brown brow, her accent thick.