The next morning, Celeste was woke up by the sound of her best friends voice screaming in her ears. Widening her eyes and yelping she jumped out of bed.
"What the hell 'mione." She grumbled when she realised who it was.
"I'm sorry," She said, "You weren't waking up. Now come on and get ready we have to get breakfast and then our time tables!" She said excitedly.
"Okay, okay." She grumbled.
She headed for the shower p, grabbing her uniform and toiletries. After she showered and tried and straightened her hair she put on her uniform. She wasn't one for a neat uniform. Her shirt was untucked and her tie wasn't done properly, but she couldn't care less. Her skirt was also rolled a bit higher as she hated the long skirts. She felt like a muggle nun.
She applied mascara and lip gloss leaving the rest of her face natural. Once she was done she put on her shoes and grabbed her bag and robe. Heading down the stairs she sees Harry, Ron and Hermione waiting for her.
Harry was always enthralled by how Celeste van look beautiful all the time. Never does she look bad. He could say he's biased as he has a crush on her. But so do a lot of people in their school.
When the quartet entered the Great Hall for breakfast the next day, the first thing they saw was Draco Malfoy, who seemed to be entertaining a large group of Slytherins with a very funny story. As they passed, Malfoy did a ridiculous impression of a swooning fit and there was a roar of laughter.
"Ignore him," said Hermione, who was right behind Harry. "Just ignore him, it's not worth it..."
"Hey, Potter!" shrieked Pansy Parkinson, a Slytherin girl with a face like a pug. "Potter! The Dementors are coming, Potter! Woooooooooo!"
"Hey pug face!" Celeste called out, "Shut your fat trap yeah. No one wants to hear your screechy voice in the morning." Everyone laughed even Draco couldn't hide his amusement. Pansy just went quiet, glaring at Celeste who smirked and winked back.
Harry dropped into a seat at the Gryffindor table, next to George Weasley.
"New third-year course schedules," said George, passing then, over. "What's up with you, Harry?"
"Malfoy," said Ron, sitting down on George's other side and glaring over at the Slytherin table. George looked up in time to see Malfoy pretending to faint with terror again. Celeste gave hike the finger as he locked eyes with her. He smirked in reply.
"That little git," he said calmly. "He wasn't so cocky last night when the Dementors were down at our end of the train. Came running into our compartment, didn't he, Fred?"
"Nearly wet himself," said Fred, with a contemptuous glance at Malfoy.
"I wasn't too happy myself," said George. "They're horrible things, those Dementors..." "Sort of freeze your insides, don't they?" said Fred.
"You didn't pass out, though, did you?" said Harry in a low voice.
"Harry it's okay." Celeste assured, "Everyone reacts differently, I'm sure others would have fainted as well of what happened to you happened to them." She smiled at him.
He smiled and grabbed her hand in response. She always seemed to make him feel better. Even if it's just by her actions.
"Forget it, Harry," said George bracingly, taking his attention from Celeste who was stacking pancakes on her plate. "Dad had to go out to Azkaban one time, remember, Fred? And he said it was the worst place he'd ever been, he came back all weak and shaking... They suck the happiness out of a place, Dementors. Most of the prisoners go mad in there."
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Anchor~ Harry James Potter
Fanfiction-- A girl who was born on the eight month to the house of black and Solatto, the month after the boy who lived, should their prophecy's align into an even bigger catastrophe? Celeste Solatto was just a girl, Harry Potter was just a boy. The two cl...
