Going back to Hogwarts, Celeste had to start wearing more appropriate winter clothing. Her original uniform was too cold for the winter weather, but she hadn't been given her winter clothing until the Christmas holiday. Narcissa had claimed that she "accidentally" forgot to give the clothes to the girl.
Oliver believed the girl looked beautiful in her new uniform, and since the top was black, Celeste felt more comfortable with people seeing her top. The people around her were unable to see through the fabric, so they couldn't try to sneak a peek at her breasts like they did with her white top.
Since the skirt had to come up so far, she felt as though her arse could almost easily be seen if it wasn't for her robe. She knew the robe wouldn't stop everyone from seeing her arse, but she would stop quite a few people from seeing it at least.
"Celeste!" Mattheo exclaimed, as he stepped into the compartment.
"Hey, Matt. How was your Christmas?" Celeste asked, and Mattheo shrugged.
"Fine, I guess. I got a few things from the boys. Oh, I liked the new shoes and the new books you got me." Mattheo replied, causing Celeste to smile slightly.
Celeste didn't realize that Oliver and his friends were in the compartment across from hers, which was normally full of brainiac Ravenclaws. He wanted to keep an eye on the girl to make sure she was feeling better. He knew she wasn't going to feel amazing, but if there was any way for him to help he would.
"Gretchen and Regina sent me a couple letters over the holiday. I didn't send them anything back, but I did read their letters. Gretchen plans to figure out a way to prove you're a blood traitor, and Regina wants to figure out a way to make it at least seem like you haven't kept it in your pants. I'm guessing she wants to make you look like a slag to your fiance." He said, causing Celeste to frown.
"Do you still have the letters?" Celeste asked, and he nodded.
Mattheo quickly opened his bag and pulled out the two letters. He handed the letters over to Celeste and she glanced over them. Rolling her eyes, Celeste folded the letters back up and looked at Mattheo.
"These letters are rather incriminating, if I do say so myself. Would you mind if I sent them to my uncle?" She asked, causing Mattheo to shrug.
"As long as the letters don't get you into trouble. You've already gotten into enough trouble over Christmas." He replied, and she nodded.
Celeste had gotten in trouble for refusing to use the word, "mudblood," so she was starved for three days and she was hit with the cruciatus curse. Lucius was getting more and more infuriated with her behaviour, and soon she believed he wasn't going to deal with it anymore. She wouldn't be surprised if he used the killing curse on her one day.
"Just by reading over these a little bit, I can tell that he'll he mainly focused on everything the girls are trying to do, not what they have sworn I've done before." She said, causing her friend to nod.
Celeste placed the letters in her bag, reminding herself that she needs to send them as soon as she has the chance.
"We can stop at the owlery on the way to the common room tonight." Mattheo commented, as he watched his friend put the letters in safe keeping.
When they arrived at Hogwarts, Celeste stood from her seat and collected her things. Mattheo was the first one out of the compartment, giving Oliver time to catch Celeste for a moment. Oliver smiled at Celeste, and he was very surprised when he seen Celeste give him a slight smile back. He hadn't actually expected her to give him a smile, even if he gave her one first.
"How are you?" He asked quietly, causing her to sigh.
"I'll be fine." She replied, and he frowned.
"You don't have to be." He commented, making her smile slightly one last time.
"I know." She answered, before turning and walking away.
Celeste quickly got off the train and caught up with Mattheo. She didn't want him to question why she wasn't off the train almost immediately after him. She simply huffed, making Mattheo believe she was stuck behind someone slow or that Gretchen and Regina tried to stop her. He didn't have any reason to believe otherwise, since he didn't believe a single thing that Regina or Gretchen were saying about her.
If Mattheo had caught her talking to Oliver Wood, or even Percy Weasley, he would tell Mr. and Mrs. Malfoy almost immediately. She would be in so much trouble if anyone caught her talking to Oliver Wood, since he was a half blood, and she would be branded if she was seen talking to Percy Weasley, since the Weasley family were known as "blood traitors" to the pureblood families that were "blood supremacists."
Celeste followed Mattheo to the Great Hall for dinner. She sat down next to her friend, and Draco sat down across from her with all of his friends. He smiled at his older cousin, even though he knew that Celeste wasn't in the happiest of moods. Ever since she was engaged to Ethan Rosier, she became an emotionless shell of her former self. Draco could only ever see her for who she truly was when she was alone.
The Great Hall was loud, mostly because of the students were all talking about the things they received for Christmas. Most of the time, the Slytherin purebloods never really talked about gifts, but they did discuss some of the ridiculous things that happened during their holiday. Celeste was a bit envious of all of the other students that recieved such great gifts from their families, but she knew she didn't need to envy anyone. If she was smart, she'd keep her envy to herself. She would have to pretend to be happy with her life, even if it was all an act...
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A/N: I hope you guys liked this chapter. There are quite a few more things I want to add to this story, but I also want to progress the relationship between Celeste and Oliver.
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FanfictionCeleste Angel Black was the only daughter of Sirius Black. Since she was a pure blood, her father's family was willing to care for her when he wouldn't. Celeste was raised by Lucius and Narcissa Malfoy for most of her life. She didn't really know he...