Cordelia Lyra Malfoy had always been different from the rest of her family. Her family were blood-supremacists who tried to teach their views to their children. Cordelia never believed with their views and would be punished for it.
She never felt a...
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October came and people were buzzing about the tournament. Everyone spoke about it, speculating who was entering and who would be chosen. Cordelia wasn't as excited as most people. Sure, it was exciting, but she had other interests and other things on her mind to worry about.
She hadn't forgotten about her goal to figure out what she wanted to do after Hogwarts. She still had no idea what she wanted to do, and the more the blonde girl thought about it, the more anxious she felt.
She still enjoyed playing on her ukulele and guitar. She was often seen outside, playing on one of the instruments. This had caught the attention of some of the Durmstrang boys who would flirt with her, and she would often flirt back out of a need to be friendly. Some of the Beauxbatons girls would compliment her on her voice. A particularly beautiful Beauxbatons girl with dark hair, gray eyes, and plump lips found Cordelia's singing to be very interesting and would watch the girl from afar, but would never speak to her.
She still didn't know where she stood with Fred. He never said anything about the kiss. She knew that she should say something if he wasn't going to, but she hated confrontation and was afraid of rejection. Fred continued to flirt with her and would occasionally hold her hand, but she was still worried that he regretted the kiss.
The tournament suddenly became more important to Cordelia on October 12th, two days after Cedric’s seventeenth birthday, when he nervously approached his adopted sister.
“How would you feel if I entered my name in the tournament?” he asked, nervously.
Cordelia looked at him for a few seconds as she thought about her response, observing Cedric's hopeful and nervous demeanor. “Well… I would be nervous for you… And I would be afraid for you throughout the whole thing, but I would be supportive every step of the way.”
Cedric beamed at his sister with a wide smile and embraced her in a hug. “And this is why you're the world's best sister! I was afraid you'd be upset.”
“I could never be upset with you, Ced. Besides, you don't need my permission. It isn't my decision.”
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Cordelia was sitting in the great hall one afternoon with Hermione and Kiana. The benches were pulled to the side and the goblet of fire was in the center of the room.
They watched multiple people enter the Great Hall and enter their name in the Goblet. Kiana and Cordelia were talking about the classwork while Hermione was reading, occasionally looking up and interjecting into the conversation.
The quiet atmosphere of the hall was disrupted when Cedric rushed into the hall with his dorm mates. They were laughing and soaking wet from being outside.
