The Society will be a series of one-shots that are connected by one thing.
They are all about Beauxbatons Academy of Magic.
They will be written by me and Michelle (runninginair).
It's just something that was requested and a lot of fun.
Each Chapter will be signed by its author.
And look out for the Durmstrang Series that will be coming along as well.
Thanks to the lovely Sylvia (tumblr user: grenadeaugustus) for the prompts.
If you have any requests or prompts just PM them to me.

The Society - Part One: It Started Off With A Kiss
By: alwaysxsaidsnape

The parties at Beauxbatons Academy of Magic were all light, crystal, and champagne. Even the music seemed to be light and crystalline the way it tinkered around the room and hummed off of every champagne flute. Crystal orbs hovered up near the ceiling filled with magic fire to illuminate the dance floor and the many tables that littered the Dining Chamber. Everything was white and light blue, from the table linens to the napkins in their silver rings. Chatter filled the air so that it rode the musical notes delicately, but unless you were in the center of a conversation, it was difficult to discern anything clearly.

Even though the school was all about the cool and light color schemes, most of the dresses in the hall were in stark contrast to the surroundings. No girl wore white or light blue. There was a spectrum of colors on the dance floor as girls were twirled and dipped in time with the music.

Giselle Meraux sat at one of the bigger tables in her bright pink, halter-top dress with her hands in her lap. Her fingers were fidgeting with a small glass vial that felt as heavy as an anvil in her hands. It was a heart-shaped vial – a sick joke by Brigitte – and it was filled with a liquid possessing a mother-of-pearl sheen and the ability to make people fall in love. It was a vile thing, if you asked Giselle, but she held it in her hands like it was her future.

Truth be told, it was.

The vial was her ticket into the social elite, and if you were not elite in Beauxbatons, then you were absolutely no one. The fastest way to becoming one of the elite was to become a member of the Society. They controlled everything in Beauxbatons and so many things out of it. Rumor had it that the Minster of Magic was a member, and he had gotten his post because of it, but that was probably just a rumor. Giselle had no doubt that the Society was just some silly school group that got together to make fun of the other students. Brigitte said the Society got together to make things happen. She made it seem like they controlled who got together and who broke up. The way that Brigitte told it, the Society sounded like a demented puppet master, but Giselle could not deny that she wanted to be one of them.

"You know, the longer you wait the heavier your feet will become," Brigitte said delicately from behind Giselle.

A hand touched Giselle's blond hair, and she nearly jumped out of her seat, but she settled when that same hand fell to her shoulder. Brigitte had the type of voice that made people feel as if they would melt into a puddle of ooze at her feet, because it was sexual in its delicateness. Giselle was so jealous of her, because Brigitte had the entire world at her fingertips; she knew the right people, and she knew the right words to say to them. Her red hair framed her round face perfectly as she turned to look at Claudette with a smirk on her devilish lips. Claudette shot a hopeful look at Giselle, but she merely looked away from her, and Claudette got the message. The girl quickly got up from her seat, and Brigitte took it in a single graceful motion.

"Such a drab this party is," Brigitte complained as she pulled a strawberry from the center table and put it to her lips. Was it possible that her lips were redder than a ripe strawberry and looked just as enticing? It would seem so. "When are you going to do it? I'm in need of some entertainment."

Giselle shot a glance over to the table across from her own where a boy with curly hair down to his shoulders sat with his arm around a girl as he leaned in to whisper something in her ear. The girl looked absolutely taken with him, and he looked absolutely taken with her, but Yves Mercier was going to find himself with someone else tonight if Giselle did her job.

The bottle of Amortentia felt heavy in her hands again, and she fiddled with it, flipping it over and over again till she wasn't sure which side was up. Giselle had yet to figure out how she was going to slip him the potion, and she wasn't comfortable with doing it, not knowing with who it would make the boy fall in love. Of course, the red-head beside her pretended like it didn't matter who it was with, because it only truly mattered that it happened. This was foolish, but fame was just a slip of the wrist away if she could bring herself to do it.

"Don't be droll, Giselle," Brigitte begged as she took a sip of Giselle's pink champagne. "I'll bring him here; have a glass of champagne ready for him. Just make it happen, and watch the chaos unfold."

Brigitte left Giselle with her thoughts then and stood from the table. For a moment, she was happy that the girl was gone, but then she caught sight of her walking over to Yves. The girl was the epitome of beauty in her black dress, the glittering bodice putting all the crystal in the Dining Chamber to shame. Her lily-white skin was perfect and unblemished, and Giselle was annoyed as she watched her own the entire space around her. The boys at Yves' table, including Yves himself, looked up at her in rapt attention, and she offered a delicate hand to the curly-haired target for the evening. He took it without pause and left his lovely date behind, looking as if he'd struck her in the face.

The two of them were lost in the sea of bodies on the dance floor, Yves was just another black blur among the boys in their fancy suits, and Brigitte blended in with the other girls despite her usual overpowering nature. Giselle took the moment to breathe and pull three glasses from one of the floating trays as the empty glasses floated off the table. She looked around quickly and hoped that no one was looking at her, but she shouldn't have been worried; no one ever really noticed her. The vial was tiny and easy enough to conceal in one hand. So, she pulled the cork out of it and poured the contents into one of the glasses before swirling the champagne a few times to distribute it evenly.

The moment the potion was uncorked, she could smell fresh celery, clean linen, and nail polish. Giselle didn't have too much time to think on it, because the scent left before long, and she merely capped the vial once more and slipped it into the front of her dress. No one would notice it there.

It seemed like the song had gone on for hours when it finally ended, and Brigitte led Yves by the hand back to her table. Giselle was not surprised that he didn't even acknowledge her existence till he sat down next to her and had to reach over her to get a glass of champagne. He took the one closest to him - the one that was spiked, thank Merlin.

"Oh, hello, pet," Yves greeted with a grin on his lips that made Giselle's stomach flip. "What's your name?"

"Uhm, Giselle."

"Such a pretty name; it matches your face."

Giselle blushed, but she nearly choked on her response as he downed the rest of his flute of champagne. She was waiting for something to happen, but he merely continued looking at her waiting on an answer. Maybe the spell was a dud and Brigitte had given her something that didn't work just to see if she would do it. Giselle was about to start breathing easier when someone slid into the open seat next to Yves.

It was a boy that she barely knew, but he had the kind of face that no one could forget. His features were devious in the shape of his eyes and the straightness of his nose that brought attention to the cupid-bow shape of his full lips. Blond hair swept carelessly over his forehead, but it was styled away from his eyes, which was a blessing. Those blue eyes of his were so icy they resembled the exact shade of the sky before a snow storm. The boy was prettier than Brigitte, and he looked so handsome in his finely-made suit and his thin blue tie – the color of which only brought out the intensity of his eyes even further.

"Etienne!" Brigitte exclaimed in an excited manner as she reached over the table to grab his hand.

The two of them were far too pretty to be friends, but it seemed like they had an understanding of one another. Brigitte was smiling so wide Giselle wondered if her face hurt at all because of it, while Etienne offered her a sly smirk in return. Something about the way he smiled made Giselle think of the devil that her grandmother feared. Her grandmother had told her plenty of times that the devil didn't come with horns, hooved feet, and red skin; he came with a smirk that can make your knees weak and a voice that could easily lead you into hell.

"Brigitte, my sweet," Etienne greeted her with a voice that was like silk to the ears. "I haven't seen much of you tonight."

"Oh, you know me, I like to mingle."

"Yes, I know."

Giselle had been too busy staring at Etienne herself to realize that Yves was staring at him, too. Yves had a look of love on his face as he took in Etienne, his eyes shining with affection and his lips slightly parted as if he had something resting on the tip of his tongue that needed to be said. With horror, Giselle realized that the potion she had slipped into the champagne was not a dud at all, and the creator of the potion was now sitting next to Yves.

"Hello, love," he offered to Yves.

"You are the most ravishing thing I have ever seen," Yves stammered as he sidled up closer to Etienne's seat.

"Why, thank you, I hear that a lot."

"I have no doubt, and I pray that you can forgive me for being so forward."

"Oh, I'm sure you'll find that I am quite a forgiving man."

Yves was supposed to be the epitome of the perfect man at Beauxbatons, because he was a ladies man and he broke hearts everywhere he went, but here he was sitting next to Giselle with his eyes completely glued to Etienne's face as if he was the only person in the entire room. It was unsettling, but it was made even worse due to how Etienne visibly basked in the attention. He was a preening peacock, and he knew that he had Yves' undivided attention, because he even winked at Giselle when he looked at her. She could only imagine how obvious her discomfort was on her face, and that wink made her stomach roll, but Brigitte was laughing next to her.

"Don't be so hard on yourself, Giselle darling," Brigitte said as she tucked some of Giselle's blond hair behind her ear. "It will only last a little while, and he will get over the embarrassment. Plus, Etienne hasn't had any fun yet."

Perhaps she should have been a bit more scared for Yves, but Giselle found herself smiling at Brigitte. It wasn't like they were going to do anything worse to him, and her job with the whole thing was done. She had poured Yves a glass full of that potion, and now he was riding it out. Maybe it wouldn't be that bad.

Giselle thought that too soon, because the moment it formed in her mind, she turned to find Yves pulling Etienne closer to him by the back of his neck. Etienne was pliant in his strong hands and leaned forward with a grin on his lips, but that grin was gone the moment Yves kissed him. The kiss was a passionate one with Yves pulling Etienne onto his lap by his hips and ravaging his mouth with hungry teeth and a delicate tongue.

The Society had struck again.