Celeste Ellis Lupin-Black is a very powerful and charming young witch. She's always been in control of her flame. But when a certain prophecy regarding her comes to light, will she contain the fire? Or will she let it consume her?
Timeline: POA - GO...
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As the holidays and the Yule-Ball grew closer, Celeste noticed some interesting changes around the castle. While usually the corridors were abandoned as everyone took the train back home, Gryffindor Tower was hardly less crowded now than during term-time. Students had become restless thanks to the excitement of the upcoming dance. Fred and George took a chance to profit off of the student and had great success with their Canary Creams. For the first couple of days of the holidays, people kept bursting into feathers all over the place.
Snow was falling thickly upon the castle and its grounds now. The pale blue Beauxbatons carriage looked like a large, chilly, frosted pumpkin next to the iced gingerbread house that was Hagrid's cabin, while the Durmstrang ship's portholes were glazed with ice, the rigging white with frost. The house-elves down in the kitchen were outdoing themselves with a series of rich, warming stews and savory puddings. Unfortunately, it was hard for the quartet to enjoy due to the heavy irritation that was taking over.
Harry and Celeste hadn't had a full conversation since Celeste asked Odette to the dance. They barely looked at each other unless it was to glare or roll their eyes at the other. Ron and Hermione on the other hand-
"Hermione - who are you going to the ball with?" said Ron.
He kept springing this question on her, hoping to startle her into a response by asking it when she least expected it. However, Hermione merely frowned and said, "I'm not telling you, you'll just make fun of me."
"You're joking, Weasley!" said Malfoy, behind them. "You're not telling me someone's asked that to the ball? Not the long-molared Mudblood?"
Celeste, Harry, and Ron both whipped around, but Hermione said loudly, waving to somebody over Malfoy's shoulder, "Hello, Professor Moody!"
Malfoy went pale and jumped backward, looking wildly around for Moody, but he was still up at the staff table, finishing his stew.
"Twitchy little ferret, aren't you, Malfoy?" said Hermione scathingly, and she, Celeste, Harry, and Ron went up the marble staircase laughing heartily.
"Mione I swear, every day I just fall more and more in love with you," Celeste jokingly cooed, hooking her arms with the frizzy hair girl.
"Honestly, I'm surprised we haven't run off together and left these two to fend for themselves," Hermione added before the two broke out into loud laughter.
