act one
chapter five━━━━━━━━━━━━
"WHAT ARE YOU reading?" Lyra asks and crosses a leg over the other, smoothing over her skirt and straightening her tie as she does so. Her blue eyes peer at the book in Hermione's lap, seeing it's a book on Transfiguration.
"'Transfiguration, the magic of craft.'" Hermione smiles at her friend. "It's very insightful on this year's curriculum. I thought I'd read a bit on it." She places the book in the blonde witch's waiting hand, watching Lyra's eyes scan a few pages at an inhuman pace. Seconds later, Lyra looks back up at her and smiles.
"I love the way your mind works, Hermione Granger. Only you understand the importance of reading ahead."
"Great minds think alike, Ly." Hermione nods along.
Many, who aren't close to either girl, believe the typical rumor that Lyra and Hermione hate each other because of their titles as top of of their classes. It's a something both girls scoff at since it was probably created by students who couldn't even achieve their grades in their wildest dreams.
Although Lyra places above Hermione in their classes, the brunette can't find a single bone in her body to hold a grudge against the oldest Lovegood. When Ron and Harry were saying mean things about her in the beginning of their first year, it was Lyra to follow her into the bathrooms and comfort her. Even now when those boys are her best friends, Hermione still seeks Lyra's company when they become unbearable.
From studying together in the library to giggling over butterbeer in Hogsmeade, Lyra and Hermione are good friends who they both hope to never loose after Hogwarts.
Lyra links their arms together as they sit on a bench in the Champions Hall and Hermione goes back to reading. It is actually a dormant classroom the teachers emptied out to place the Goblet of Fire in, its brilliant blue flames capturing the attention of the room.
As Lyra watches people drop their names in, she reminds herself that any one of them could be selected for the dangerous tournament and have to look death in the eye. Witches and wizards have died horrible deaths in this competition and Lyra wonders if these volunteers know this fact. Did any of them educate themselves further about this competition they're so eager to enter?
Four Gryffindors and four Slytherins, two Ravenclaws and one Hufflepuff have come and gone with the own pieces of paper containing their name - the badger being Cedric Diggory, the sixth year Parvati was gushing over a few nights ago.
Lyra agrees he's good-looking but can't find the attraction in her for him so many girls have. From first glance, he has the typical 'golden boy' looks and seems very popular and social. Ergo, not her type. Lyra doesn't know exactly what her type is because she's never had a crush in her entire fifteen years of living but she knows it's not him. It is quite abnormal to not have one for a teenager, but it never bothered Lyra. All she needs is her family, friends and books.
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𝐈 𝐂𝐀𝐍 𝐒𝐄𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔, theodore nott
Fanficˏˋ°•*⁀➷ 2 MONTH HIATUS ‼️‼️ "𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐖𝐄 𝐊𝐄𝐄𝐏 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐘𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐅𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐋, 𝐁𝐔𝐓 𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆'𝐒 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐃 𝐈𝐓'𝐒 𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐈, 𝐈 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄" .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. ────𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇 lyra lovegood hates...