𝘾𝙚𝙘𝙚𝙡𝙞𝙖 𝙒𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙡𝙚𝙮 𝙞𝙨𝙣'𝙩 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙩 𝙤𝙛 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙛𝙖𝙢𝙞𝙡𝙮.
Sorted into Slytherin, she's constantly torn between the expectations of her bloodline and the darker allure of a house that whispers of ambition and power...
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Cecelia Prewett Weasley and Theodore Ignatius Nott had cultivated a rather curious connection ever since their exchange of not-Christmas gifts, gifts that bore an uncanny resemblance to, well, Christmas presents.
Isn't it remarkable how much can change in a year?
First and foremost, Cecelia had finally managed to make a genuine friend at Hogwarts, and it was high time, don't you think? Astoria Greengrass, her newfound companion, was the antithesis of her elder sister, boasting a luxurious cascade of raven-black hair and eyes as dark as midnight itself.
On this particular morning, her first day back at Hogwarts since the harrowing Quidditch World Cup incident, Cecelia indulged in a slice of toast slathered with warm honey and jam. She was immersed in the newest edition of Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them, complete with what were said to be brand new state-of-the-art illustrations, while Astoria focused on her cup of tea and the latest edition of the Daily Prophet.
However, just as she was about to lose herself in the world of magical creatures, she experienced a sudden shock. The typically empty seats around her were suddenly occupied by a group of familiar faces, including Theodore Nott in the flesh. It was as if they had materialised out of thin air, settling right beside her at the table.
Cecelia blinked in surprise, momentarily taken aback by this unexpected turn of events. Astoria looked equally astounded by the sudden company.
It was all the more curious because Cecelia knew that Theodore, Mattheo, Blaise, Draco and Pansy always sat on the other side of the table, where it was closest to the nice pastries.
Theodore appeared particularly intriguing that morning, his gaze momentarily fixed on Cecelia as he and his companions seamlessly joined her typical spot at the breakfast table. They engaged in cheerful chatter about the forthcoming Quidditch season, with the exception of Theodore, who was gazing at Cecelia, and Mattheo, who was studying Theodore, who was gazing at Cecelia.
Cecelia, feeling a twinge of unease, took her eyes off her book and nibbled on her toast. "Can I help you?" she quipped.
"Yes, may we sit?" Theodore inquired, his eyes sparkling and somehow even bluer than usual.
When Cecelia was nervous, she had a knack for uttering the most absurd things. "You already are," she replied with a quirk of her eyebrow.
Mattheo playfully shook his head. "Merlin, she's got a point, Teddy. How dreadfully impolite of us."
Astoria looked as though she might faint.
"Do you know Astoria?" Cecelia inquired, wanting to include the new friend she'd met on the Hogwarts Express in whatever this was. After all, shared dread of Dementors had a way of forging fast bonds.
"Daphne's sister, isn't she?" Draco chimed in before Astoria could manage a word.
Astoria nodded in confirmation, though Draco had already turned his attention back to Pansy, not waiting for her response.
