𝚃𝙾 𝐁𝐄 𝙾𝚁 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝚃𝙾 𝙱𝙴

̥۪͙۪◌ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ᴇɪɢʜᴛ- ❛ᴛʜᴇ ɢᴏʙʟᴇᴛ ᴏꜰ ꜰɪʀᴇ❜༉‧₊˚

"I don't believe it!" Celine said, in a stunned voice, as the Hogwarts students filed back up the steps behind the party from Durmstrang. "Viktor, Draco! Viktor Krum!"

"For heaven's sake, Celine, he's only a Quidditch player," said Daphne.

"No, I'm not a fan girl!" Celine said, looking at her as though she couldn't believe her ears. "Daphne — I've known him since- since I was three and he was six!"

As they recrossed the entrance hall with the rest of the Hogwarts students heading for the Great Hall, Celine saw many people 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 —"

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

"Really," Celine said loftily as they passed the girls, now squabbling over the lipstick. "He's not a trophy."

"I'm getting his autograph if I can," said Blaise, a Quidditch fan.

"You haven't got a quill, have you, Draco?"

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

They walked over to the Slytherin table and sat down.

Blaise took care to sit on the side facing the doorway, because 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. They 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 Millicent defensively. "Why didn't they bring cloaks?"

"It's not cold this time of year in France," said Celine knowingly. "They're probably dying or cold right now. As a matter of fact, I think I'll go see if there are any people I know, since my parents never told me they knew so many wizards."

Sliding out from the bench, she walked to the Ravenclaw table and slid in next to Luna.

"Hey Luna! We haven't talked in a while, but how are you?"

"I'm good Celine, thank you." Luna spoke in her usual dreamy voice.

Chatting with Luna, she also looked around the table to see any familiar gazes.

Wait.

"Oh, sorry Luna, could you excuse me for a second?"

"Of course, Celine. I'm here when you need me." Luna smiled and turned to talk to a girl sitting next to her.

Slowly walking to the other side of the table, she tapped the shoulder of a familiar, pretty, blond haired girl.

"Celine!? Oh mon dieu!" squealed Fleur Delcaour.

"Fleur!" They quickly exchanged double cheek kisses in French fashion.

"Oh, ma petite poule, comment vas-tu? Je ne t'ai pas vu depuis une éternité!"

"Oui!" squeaked Celine.

(Oh my god....... Oh, my little hen(a french slang for friend, or saying you like them alot) how are you? I haven't seen you in forever.........yes!)

In amazement, most of the great hall stared as the two exchanged stories in rapid French. Celine led the girl to the SLytherin table, where the Durmstrangs now sat.

"Viktor, Fleur, Draco, you all remember each other, non?" Celine said excitedly.

"Yes, of course, Celine," The four said in unison, grinning at their friend's antics. The group continued in a hearty chatter, as a few glares were exchanged between some of the tables, clearly jealous of the girl having so many important friends.