"If you looked up the definition for lovesick fool, Harry Potter's picture would be right next to it."
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Allegra Del Vecchio is a part of a household name in the Wizarding World. A notoriously wealthy, mysterio...
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The storm had blown itself out by morning, though the ceiling in the Great Hall was still gloomy. Heavy clouds whirled overhead as Allegra examined her new course schedule at breakfast.
She had two words: fuck me.
"I don't want the first thing I see in the morning to be Snape," she bemoaned.
"You wouldn't like Snape no matter what time of day it is," declared Cedric, putting his chin on her shoulder as he looked down at her time table.
She pouted. "You're right."
She turned her head. With their faces so close, Cedric pecked her on the nose, and she smiled.
"You two are bloody disgusting," scoffed George from across the table.
The couple stared at him. Allegra quirked a brow. "George, you are literally the last one to talk. If I had a galleon for every time you and Prue-"
"The word she's looking for is hypocrite," finished Lee.
"The word hypocrite is in your vocabulary?" Teased Prue.
Lee childishly stuck his tongue out at her.
"What're you blokes babbling on about anyways?" Cedric asked, staring at the list before the three Gryffindor boys with certain lines crossed out.
Fred grinned. "We, pretty boy-"
"Don't call him that-"
"-are trying to find different ways of ageing ourselves to bluff our way into the Triwizard Tournament."
Cedric's face lit up. "So you guys are totally in? You want to do it?"
Fred and George looked at him as though he were insane. "Of course we do! Eternal glory, a thousand Galleons prize!"
"We could use the money to start up that joke shop we want," said George, elbowing Fred.
Fred stared at her. "What about you, Del? If we get...however we're going to do this, right, do you want to put your name forward with us?"
"No," she scoffed.
Everyone stared at her. She seemed to be one of the few not remotely interested in becoming the Hogwarts champion.
"I can't say I'm totally surprised," sighed George. "It's not as if you need the money. Mr. Del Vecchio's suits themselves cost a thousand galleons."
"Money aside," she said, "I just don't feel comfortable with it. The tournament was cancelled for a reason: the champions kept dying. You guys may not care that that happened a long time ago, but I do."
"But times have changed. So many more spells and potions have been invented, not to mention new safety regulations and laws," added Cedric.
Allegra quirked a brow. "When the champions are picked and if none of them ever go to the hospital wing, then I'm all ears."
