❛ASTERIA EDWARDS was your average, typical eleven-year-old child stuck in a pandemic with her mother Isabella Diggory until she found out where she truly came from.. and where she truly belonged...❜
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harry potte...
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"What do you think the next task will be?" Theo asked, making Blaise shrug. Sophie ignored the question, instead continued to read the Daily Prophet with a frustrated look.
"Don't remind me.. Let me be at peace until it arrives." Ria answered, shoving a spoonful of sprouts in her mouth.
"What does this woman think of herself?!" Sophie muttered angrily, slamming the paper on the table.
'Hermione Granger, a plain but ambitious girl, seems to be developing a taste for famous wizards. Her latest prey, sources report, is none other than the Bulgarian bonbon, Viktor Krum.'
Ria snorted at the 'bonbon' part, but recovered quickly at the next words.
'No word yet on how Harry Potter's taking this latest emotional blow. He has been in a state of heartbreak since his prior admirer, Asteria Edwards, seems to have her heart made up to move on; her new interests being Blaise Zabini from her own friend circle, and another handsome 5th year, Louis Bonheur.
Ria rolled her eyes, continuing to eat. "Ignore that.. Just eat."
"I'm not hungry anymore.." She muttered.
"The Daily Prophet admirers might have their appetite satisfied with this bullshit, but you need proper food, love." Her friend chimed, pushing a bowl of porridge towards her. The Hufflepuff glowered at her for a good second before accepting it.
"Louis Bonheur? That Boner guy from the sorting?" Theo asked. She nodded.
"Yep, I met him on the way when I was going to the champions' tent— wait— How does she know I met him?" asked Ria, snatching the newspaper from Sophie's hands.
"Hold on.." said Blaise with a small smile. "Didn't know you had a thing for me, Ri.." he winked at her.
She rolled her eyes. "Yeah.. I'll let you know if I survive in Azkaban after killing a bitchy reporter." She replied. "Lord, there is murder on my mind. Please say something that'll demotivate me.." She muttered.
Sophie hurriedly gulped her food. "Well.. you have to attend all those concerts.. ABBA.. One Direction.. Marina.. and some else I don't remember. You haven't found the romance you've always dreamed of, yet.. Oh— and these two's brat-taming isn't finished yet. Don't forget about that." She said, gently patting Blaise and Theodore's cheeks.
"Hey!"
"Come on!"
Ria nodded. "Right. Thanks."
Suddenly, some owls came swooping over the Great Hall. It was time for mail. Two distinct, dark owls dropped a large package on their table, almost knocking over Blaise's porridge bowl. Theo checked the name tag quickly.
"Ria.. It's for you." At this, Asteria pushed the Daily Prophet aside and opened the package hurriedly, curious for what was in it. Inside laid something wrapped in brown paper and a note.
