Elle woke up to scrambling in the kitchen and the sun peering through her window. Even though it was August, it was relatively rare to wake up to the sunbeams in England. Groaning, she rolled around in bed and threw her pillow over her face to hide from the light. To say she was a morning person would be a lie.She groaned once more at her failed attempt to get a few more minutes of sleep and gave in. Grabbing her robe, she went to the kitchen, where she found her brother seated by the breakfast table. Smiling, she entered the room. Upon seeing his sister, Noah stood up and held his arms out to her, singing an Irish song they had been taught as kids.
Elle's eyes widened in surprise, "you know they haven't even won yet? No need for celebrating." she rolled her eyes as she laughed.
"Look who finally came out of her cave," her father mumbled, lifting his eyes slightly from the newspaper he was reading.
Her mother entered the kitchen looking happy as ever, "Now, now," she said, "Did Noah wake you up with his awful singing, darling?" she sent a glare in her son's direction.
"It's fine," she chuckled.
Even though Elle would not admit it to her brother, she was just as excited for their day. Grabbing the jam jar and spreading some out on her toasted bread slice, she could not help but feel the small smile creeping upon her lips. It had been nearly two decades since the World Cup had been held in Britain, so it was rather significant when the news broke.
"What time are we leaving, Noah?" Elle asked.
Noah smirked, "someone's excited, I can see," her brother answered and ruffled his hand on her head, making her hair messy. "I was thinking in twenty minutes, will you be ready then?"
Elle nodded, left the table with her breakfast in her hand, and hurried off to get ready. Grabbing a few things from her desk, she accidentally knocked over the picture frame Hermione had given her for Christmas in their second year. Picking up the frame, she paused before putting it back on the desk. She and Hermione were standing in the middle of the picture, Ron next to Hermione and Harry next to Elle. The photo was taken only a week before Hermione got petrified; Elle was broken when she got the news.
Putting the frame down, she thought of her three best friends. They sure had been through a lot together. The philosophers stone and Professor Quirrell back in the first year, The chamber of secrets and Professor Lockhart in the second, and Sirius and Lupin last year; what is next?
"looking forward to seeing your friends?" her mother interrupted her thoughts from the doorway.
"Yes!" Elle beamed and turned to look at her mother, "I cannot wait, mother," they shared a smile before her mother left her to pack her bag.
Once she was done packing, she sat on her bed, waiting for her brother to call for her. Noah has always done everything in his way to care for her. It would be weird not to have him close to her at Hogwarts anymore, seeing he graduated last year.
"Ready?" Noah peeked through the door.
"As ever!" She beamed and headed out after her brother.
On the way to where they would meet the rest, Elle's thoughts were marked by her expectations for the new year. Head in her mind, she nearly bumped into her brother for stopping so abruptly. Her brows knitted together when she looked around.
"Why are we here?" she raised an eyebrow, "the only thing here is fields."
"Ah, ah," Noah shook his head. "There is also a boot." Following her brother's pointed finger, she glanced at him with furrowed eyebrows.
"Wow, amazing found," she scoffed, "are you done with your scavenger hunt so we can keep walking? I want to meet the others".
"Ha Ha. Have you ever thought of becoming a comedian?" Her brother said, a smirk on his face. Elle shot him a glare, and he continued, "this is where we are supposed to meet them."
"Oh," she said.
Just as the word left her mouth, she saw her friends from afar. Her whole face lit up as she began to run towards them, the wind blowing through her hair as she jumped through the fields. When she could see their faces, she noticed one she did not quite recognize. Trying to recall if Mr. Weasley had said anything about an extra guest, she shrugged her shoulders at her lousy memory and let the thoughts go.
"Elle!"
"Oh, Hermione!" she exclaimed, "I have missed you," and dove in for a hug.
Hermione let her bag drop to the ground and held out her arms, "I have missed you too," she said as she embraced her friend.
"Elle, looking good as always," Harry's voice sounded from behind Hermione.
She turned to Harry with the biggest smile, "Not looking too bad yourself."
Harry had a special place in her heart. Ever since they were young, they had been inseparable during the school year. Clasping her arms around him, she laughed as he lifted her from the ground. She would do anything for that boy, and he would do the same. Sending one last mischievous smile his way, she turned around to greet the rest.
Ron, being Ron, sent her a smile and a nod which she returned. It looked like neither he nor the other guys had cut their hair during the summer, with their curls down to the shoulders. Shaking her head slightly, she laughed at her friend's awkward behaviour and proceeded around the group, greeting Ginny, Arthur Weasley, and the twins.
"And who might we have here?" She smirked at the boy she had not recognized.
Mr. Weasley explained that Cedric's father worked with him at the ministry, "he is stuck at work, unfortunately. That is why young Cedric is with us today."
"Cedric Diggory, I am in my sixth year. Hufflepuff", the boy smiled.
Elle took a good look at him. Something about his face felt familiar, but she could not point out what it was. It was a pretty face, nevertheless. Smiling back, she extended her arm.
"Ah, Elle Fox. Gryffindor," She said.
He shook her hand and sent her another smile. "Trust me, I know," Cedric said under his breath, quiet enough for her not to hear.
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Sly Fox
FanfictionElle Fox found happiness in most things. Draco Malfoy, however, did not. The two were as different as one can be. But what would happen when they encountered they had more in common than they would have thought? Her recklessness and care for the pe...