Flames Of Destiny // HJP [1]

Chapter Eight :The fourth Champion ⚯ ͛

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⋆˚࿔ (Y/N) 𝜗𝜚˚⋆

𝕬s they re-entered the entrance hall with the rest of the Hogwarts students heading for the Great Hall, (Y/n) noticed the twins' friend, Lee Jordan, jumping up and down on the soles of his feet to get a better look at the back of Krum's head. Several sixth-year girls were frantically searching their pockets as they walked—

"The way they're reacting, it's as though they've seen a K-pop idol or something."

"What's a K-pop idol?" Harry asked, looking puzzled.

(Y/n) mentally facepalmed herself. Why was her mouth giving her away like this?

K-pop doesn't exist in this world!

"I said, uh, a key that pops, like you know, magically. It's quite entertaining—you end up idolising the way it pops and it lets out blue sparks that turn your hair blue—like this."

(Y/n) attempted to change her hair colour but failed miserably; she still hadn't practised using her Metamorphmagus ability properly. It wasn't as though the real (Y/n) Weasley had mentioned how to do it in her diary.

"What are you trying to do now?" Harry asked, looking at her hair. "And I don't think that's a thing—I've never heard of it."

"I'll introduce you to some books, don't worry," (Y/n) said, tapping his arm, trying to cover up her slip.

"Oh, I don't believe it, I haven't got a single quill on me—"

"D'you think he'd sign my hat in lipstick?"

"Really," Hermione said loftily as they passed the girls, now squabbling over the lipstick.

"I'm getting his autograph if I can," Ron said. "You haven't got a quill, have you, Harry?"

"Nope, they're upstairs in my bag," said Harry.

"What about you, (Y/n)?" Ron asked, turning to her.

"Upstairs too."

"What about lipstick?" he asked, desperate.

"I don't have any makeup," (Y/n) replied, "yet."

Ron groaned in frustration.

They walked over to the Gryffindor table and sat down. Ron made sure to sit on the side facing the doorway, as Krum and his fellow Durmstrang students were still gathered around it, apparently unsure about where they should sit. The students from Beauxbatons had chosen seats at the Ravenclaw table and were looking around the Great Hall with glum expressions on their faces. Three of them were still clutching scarves and shawls around their heads.

"It's not that cold," said Hermione defensively. "Why didn't they bring cloaks?"

"I bet they didn't expect it to be this cold," replied (Y/n).

The Beauxbatons students matched the colours of Ravenclaw.

"Over here! Come and sit over here!" Ron hissed eagerly. "Over here! Hermione, budge up, make a space—"

"What?"

"Too late," Ron said bitterly.

Viktor Krum and his fellow Durmstrang students had settled themselves at the Slytherin table. (Y/n) could see Malfoy, Crabbe, and Goyle looking very smug about this. As she watched, Malfoy leaned forward to speak to Krum.