❝ 𝘽𝙚 𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙚, 𝙋𝙤𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙩𝙩𝙚, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙄 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙄 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙙 𝙣𝙤 𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧. ❞
Calysta Potter had it all; the looks, the fame, the brain, the popularity... And so did Draco Malfoy. When you combine two o...
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Christmas was on its way. One morning in mid-December, Hogwarts was suddenly covered in several feet of snow, contrary to the small snowfalls it had experienced so far. The lake froze solid, much to Calysta's delight, and the Wesley twins were punished for bewitching several snowballs so that they followed Quirrell around, bouncing off the back of his turban. The few owls that managed to battle their way through the stormy sky to deliver mail had to be nursed back to health by Hagrid before they could fly off again.
Calysta, Jeff, Regulus, Felix and Raymond along with the Weasley twins were the only ones who seemed elated at the prospect that Hogwarts was half buried in snow. Every minute of her free time was spent outdoors with her friends, playing with her friends and learning how to ice-skate on the frozen Black Lake.
They five of them used to finish their homework the first thing, so the rest of their afternoon was occupied with playing in the snow, and their evening was spent devising wicked plans to get back at Peeves, who had found it funny to put slugs in all their shoes.
No one could wait for the holidays to start. All the students became restless during the classes, eager to get closer and closer to the upcoming Christmas break. While the Gryffindor common room and the Great Hall had roaring fires, the drafty corridors had become icy and a bitter wind rattled the windows in the classrooms. Worst of all were Professor Snape's classes down in the dungeons, where their breath rose in a mist before them and they kept as close as possible to their hot cauldrons.
Unfortunately, Snape had partnered her up with Troll Number Two, also known as Goyle. The fat lump did nothing but sneak sweets into his mouth from his pocket, stare dumbly at Calysta as she did all the work. After the first half an hour, she had enough and demanded a change in partners, only for Snape to say that it was a choice between Malfoy and Goyle.
So she stuck with Goyle.
The next potions class, Calysta was partnered up with Harry, much to her delight. The twins worked well together, Calysta showed him how to brew, and Harry helped her chop and get the ingredients they needed. The potions lesson was one of the most enjoyable, and the only drawback was that Malfoy was sitting right behind her.
"I do feel sorry," Draco was saying loudly, as he added his unicorn hair to the potion, "for all those people who have to stay at Hogwarts for Christmas just because they are not wanted at home."
He was looking straight at Calysta and Harry when he said this. Crabbe and Goyle chuckled.
Calysta as usual, had a usual retort prepared for him. "And still I'll have a better Christmas than yours," she said nonchalantly.
Harry, who was measuring out powdered spine of lionfish, ignored them. Malfoy had been even more unpleasant than usual since the Quidditch match. Disgusted that the Slytherins had lost, he had tried to get everyone laughing at how a wide-mouthed tree frog would be replacing Harry as Seeker next. Then he'd realized that nobody found this funny, because they were all so impressed at the way Harry had managed to stay on his bucking broomstick.
