3 A.M. (Oliver Wood) *ON HOLD*

Chapter Four: Fifth Year

One week had officially passed, and quidditch tryouts were coming up. Celeste was excited for quidditch tryouts, since she knew she was going to make the team again. The quidditch team would never be the same if she didn't join, since she was one of their best players. To be honest, her quidditch skills were one of the many reasons Oliver absolutely loved the girl.

"So, how was your first week?" Celeste asked, as she sat down in the Great Hall at the Slytherin table.

"It was nice. Harry Potter has been causing me problems." He replied, causing the girl to frown.

Celeste scanned the Gryffindor table for the first year. When her eyes finally landed on the dark haired boy with round glasses, she felt her gaze harden. The redhead sitting next to him, looked up and his eyes widened. He quickly got Harry's attention and pointed towards Celeste with shaky fingers. Harry caught her eye and quickly looked away, scared of the girl's ferocious gaze.

"Who is that?" Harry asked, leaning toward the Weasley twins as he tried to discreetly point towards Celeste.

"That's Celeste Black--er, well, Celeste Malfoy. She goes by her mother's last name, since she lives with her aunt and uncle, not with her parents. Apparently her mother died, but none of us know who her father is. It's someone in the Black family though, that's all we know." Percy replied, since he was sitting in front of the twins.

"What'd you do, Harry? She's looking at you like she wants to hex you." Fred commented, as George laughed.

"Malfoy is lying to her. He has to be telling her lies." Harry replied, shaking his head.

A few moments later, owls started flying in with letters, notes, and packages for the children. A letter fell in front of Celeste, as well as one in front of Draco. Celeste scowled when she seen a broom was placed in front of Harry. The newest broom to be precise, which angered Celeste.

"First years don't play quidditch." Celeste sneered, and Draco turned to see what she was looking at.

When Draco seen the broom, the Nimbus 2000, he frowned. He turned back to his cousin with a sigh.

"How did that happen?" Celeste asked, seeing some of the Gryffindor students get hyped when they seen the broom.

"There was a problem when Madam Hooch was trying to teach everyone to fly on their brooms. Harry got praised for it, and he wasn't even the only one flying." Draco replied, as his friends nodded.

"Draco was flying, too, but he didn't get put on the quidditch team for it." Crabbe commented, causing Celeste to scowl.

"Gryffindor house is always put ahead of the other houses." Celeste murmured, shaking her head in disappointment.

Celeste could feel eyes on her, causing her to look over at the Gryffindor table. Not much to her surprise, Oliver Wood was staring at her. She scowled at the boy, quickly darting her eyes away. He sighed, knowing Celeste wasn't happy, seemingly more so than she was normally. She never smiled at him or anything, but he could tell that she was in a foul mood. He wondered what could've made her so upset, but he knew he couldn't ask her, otherwise she probably would've hexed him.

"You should read your letter." Draco murmured, causing Celeste to look down at her letter.

On the front of the letter, in her uncle's handwriting, it read; Celeste Black- Malfoy. Rolling her eyes slightly at the formality of the writing, she opened the letter and began to read it's contents.

'Celeste,

Your aunt and I have been discussing what to do when you got older, and we've come to the decision that you need to be more ladylike. With that being said, I hereby demand that you do not continue playing quidditch this year. Last year will be the final year, so from here on, you will not be allowed to play quidditch.

I will be making sure you've not joined the team privately, and I will also be watching over you and Draco, to make sure you both have not put a bad reputation on the family name. Make sure Draco stays away from the Gryffindor scum, the mudbloods, and the blood-traitors at the school, otherwise there will be severe consequences.

Finally, your aunt told me to let you know that if you need anymore clothes, robes, etc., you are to write to her. We both know you've grown taller and exceptionally different, so we understand if you need more things this year.

Sincerely,
Lucius Malfoy'

With a growl, Celeste muttered under her breath and torched the letter. She slammed her hands down on the table, successfully frightening some of the younger years around her, as well as catching the attention of others around the Great Hall. Standing from her seat, she kept a scowl on her face, as she stalked out of the Great Hall, completely disregarding the fact that she hadn't eaten breakfast.

"What happened?" Draco asked, looking over at Mattheo who had read her letter over her shoulder.

"Your father is what happened." Mattheo answered, pursing his lips, before standing up and following Celeste out of the Great Hall.

Oliver watched as Celeste stalked out of the Great Hall, later to be followed by Mattheo, who seemed to have the same angry face that she did. Oliver's eyebrows furrowed, wondering what had happened. He seen her reading a letter, which seemed to be what had gotten her angry. If only he knew who wrote the letter and what it had said.

"Your imaginary girlfriend will be fine, Oli." Weston murmured, causing Oliver to roll his eyes.

"She looked really upset." Oliver commented, and Percy nodded in agreement.

"I would tell you to follow, but you'd probably just make her more angry. Besides, Riddle followed her out, maybe he can calm her down." Percy said, as the other two friends agreed.

Oliver nodded as well, disappointed that he couldn't help calm Celeste down. For a moment he was silent, before a gasp broke through his lips, startling his friends and a few younger years. He actually made Fred bite his tongue, causing the younger red head to glare at the boy.

"She didn't eat breakfast!" Oliver exclaimed quietly, before standing up.

Oliver grabbed a croissant and a green apple, before quickly making his way out of the Great Hall, muttering about being quidditch captain, so nobody would become suspicious over his departure...

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A/N: I hope you guys liked this chapter. So, soon you all will figure out major things about Celeste when it comes to her family, and how she reacts to some things.

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