"You make my heart skip a beat"
"That's arrhythmia, Diggory"
Illeana Kasatkina is an average 16 year old living in Dublin, Ireland. Except, she is a witch. Currently studying in Hogwarts and freaking out over the world cup, wha...
My grandparents had questioned and prodded me about all the details of the match yesterday. Their faces at the mention of the Dark Mark lost colour whereas Aunt Genie looked angrier than ever.
After informing them of all the unfortunate events and waiting for them to calm down and stop pacing around,I brought them upto speed about the actual match. They told me about their experience as a spectator.
I went to bed late and woke up just in time for breakfast. After breakfast I bid Aunt Genie adieu as she left for her job.
This time, the jungles of Madagascar called her expertise. Evgenia was a Runecrafter and expert for occult artefacts and ancient rituals . She travelled all over the world, exploring the magic of different countries and expanding the scope of Runic Scriptures across boundaries.
Illeana looked upto her a lot. She admired her tenacity and ability to take life by its neck.
Now in her absence, Illeana was going over the things she needed for Hogwarts with her Grandma.
Books?" "Check"
"Clothes?" "Check."
"Chocolates for Grace and Jelena?" "Check"
"Money?" "Check"
"Your Nimbus 1000?" "Check"
"School supplies,Cauldrons and Parchment?" "Check,check and check!"
"And Bono?" "Right here!" Illeana picked up the cage in which her owl,Bono;a screech owl, who was sitting contentedly.
That fat bastard. She loved him.
She didn't want to forget anything and the check method (something that was taught to her by Aunt Genie ) was the best way to ensure you didn't leave anything at home.
Illeana had arrived in London about two three days ago and was staying at the Diagon Alley with her Grandparents.
She pinned her Prefect and Quidditch Captain Badges on her Robes as she got ready to leave for Platform 9¾
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The honking of the car made her aware that she was getting late. She took her belongings and hurried, not wanting to waste even a second.
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As Illeana arrived at Kings Cross Station,she had to say goodbye to her grandparents, which was easier said than done. Suffice to say there were a lot of tears
She loved her grandparents, what could she say?
Because it was her fifth year ,they had informed her beforehand they wouldn't cross the barrier onto Platform 9¾ .
It was something they had done with her mother and uncle and aunt in order to give them a semblance of independence.
And now with her. She was her own woman now. She had to learn to be independent.
She embraced them tightly. No matter how much Illeana loved Hogwarts,she would always miss her Grandparents.
They were like her parents. They were her parents in every sense but biological.
Raising her through thick and thin after her parents died in the Second Wizarding War.
Of course, Aunt Genie was always around but she was too young to actually be a parental figure. It was her grandparents who took on the role of raising her.
She loved them with all her heart.
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Illeana boarded the train and immediately was enveloped by random people congratulating her,hugging her and high-fiving her.
So much for not wanting fame. Her ego was going to blow up now.
She liked that people cared this much but hugging her was a step further than she wanted things to go. Thinking of all the germs and soot on her made her skin crawl.
As she searched the train the people noticing her started increasing. All she wanted to do was find her group of friends.
And finally, she spotted them.
There sat in all her glory (or gore if you asked her) Grace Ackford, Muggleborn , Keeper of the Ravenclaw Quidditch Team & as she would say it, future wife of Jeff Buckley. Don't ask her how she was going to accomplish that.
Beside her was Jelena Robb. Half Russian and a Full blood sarcastic. Also, the Slytherin Prefect. She punched Flint in her third year when he made fun of her muggle mother. Illeana patched Jelena up, taught her to throw a perfect right hook (trick was tucking the thumb inside the fist) and since then they never left each other's side.
Opposite to them sat Anthony Goldstein, her own golden retriever. Also, a prefect for Ravenclaw alongside Illeana.
Lastly, next to him sat Roger Davies with his legs sprawled. He was one of the chasers alongside Illeana on the Ravenclaw Quidditch Team and also a professional gossip. As far as Illeana was concerned he could qualify as the Mayor of Commitment Issues City.
Together, they were probably a weird bunch but she loved them with all their flaws and strengths. She couldn't imagine a life without her friends.
As she opened the door to the compartment, she stumbled back as Anthony immediately hugged her, overjoyed at his friend finally arriving.
Better late than never.
"Ughhh, about time you came! I swear , how long does it take to walk in a train?" said Jelena from her seat, miffed that her friend took so long.
"Calm your tits Robbo, I'm here now aren't I ?"
"Are you the Quidditch Captain AND the Prefect? You're unbelievable,Illeana " said Roger as he gave her a hug, all the while not even bothering to get up from his comfortable position on the seat.
His commitment to laziness was admirable.
"Let's just be glad all those sleepless nights and weeks of studying and sniping did pay off !" Illeana replied, very proud of her new position.
"Agreed. It was hard work last year. " Grace said nodding her head as she wrapped an arm around Illeana and kissed her cheek.
All four of them looked at Grace at the same time with their eyebrows raised.
"OKAY ALL OF YOU ARE BULLIES!" Grace retorted to the others,much to their amusement as they all erupted laughing.
