Beatrice Lestrange has always been an outsider in her own story. Born into one of the darkest families in the wizarding world, she grew up under the looming shadow of her infamous mother Bellatrix Lestrange.
Despite this, Beatrice is nothing like th...
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— I don't believe it! — Hannah said, in a stunned voice, as the Hogwarts students filed back up the steps behind the party from Durmstrang. — Krum, Guys! Viktor Krum! —
— For heaven's sake, Hannah, he's only a Quidditch player,— said Justin with an amused smile.
— Only a Quidditch player?— Hannah said, looking at him as though she couldn't believe her ears. — Justin, he's one of the best Seekers in the world! I had no idea he was still at school! —
As they recrossed the entrance hall with the rest of the Hogwarts students heading for the Great Hall, Bea saw Zach and a few more students jumping up and down on the soles of their 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.
— Oh I don't believe it, I haven't got a single quill on me...— Susan said as equal as excited as Hannah, as she was looking in her robes a quill or something.
— D'you think he'd sign my hat in lipstick?— Hannah asked her friends, Susan nodded excited as the rest of them shake their heads.
As they reached The Hufflepuff's table, they sat as they chatted excitedly between them.
— Good evening, ladies and gentlemen, ghosts and, most particularly, guests, — said Dumbledore, beaming around at the foreign students. — I have great pleasure in welcoming you all to Hogwarts. I hope and trust that your stay here will be both comfortable and enjoyable. —
— The tournament will be officially opened at the end of the feast, — said Dumbledore. — I now invite you all to eat, drink, and make yourselves at home!—
He sat down, and Harry saw Karkaroff lean forward at once and engage him in conversation.
The plates in front of them filled with food as usual. The house-elves in the kitchen seemed to have pulled out all the stops; there was a greater variety of dishes in front of them than Bea had ever seen, including several that were definitely foreign.
— What's that?— said Hannah, pointing at a large dish of some sort of shellfish stew that stood beside a large steak-and-kidney pudding.
— Bouillabaisse.— said Leanne.
— Bless you, — said Susan with a teasing smile.
— It's French,— said Leanne, — I had it on holiday summer before last. It's very nice.—
— I'll take your word for it, — said Justin, helping himself to black pudding.
The Great Hall seemed somehow much more crowded than usual, even though there were barely twenty additional students there; perhaps it was because their differently colored uniforms stood out so clearly against the black of the Hogwarts' robes.
Now that they had removed their furs, the Durmstrang students were re vealed to be wearing robes of a deep bloodred.
Once the golden plates had been wiped clean, Dumbledore stood up again. A pleasant sort of tension seemed to fill the Hall now. — The moment has come, — said Dumbledore, smiling around at the sea of upturned faces.
