Callidora Nott has always known exactly what is expected of her.
As the daughter of one of Britain's oldest pure-blood families, her future has already been carefully planned; alliances, power, and a life shaped by tradition she never chose. At home...
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Friends
Early March arrived with a stretch of unexpectedly beautiful weather.
The enchanted ceiling of the Great Hall showed a bright blue sky, sunlight streaming down onto the tables as students finished breakfast. The castle buzzed with excitement. Hogsmeade days always did that but today felt different. Warmer. Lighter.
Outside the tall windows, the snow had melted away, leaving the grounds damp but sparkling under the sun. A gentle breeze carried the promise of spring, the kind of weather that made staying indoors feel like a terrible waste.
Calli slid into her usual seat beside Lucy and Stella.
Lucy looked up immediately.
"So," she said, narrowing her eyes playfully, "what's your grand Hogsmeade plan today?"
Stella closed the book she'd been reading and looked at her as well.
Calli shrugged, pouring herself tea.
"I don't know."
Lucy frowned.
"You always have a plan."
Calli stirred her tea slowly.
"Well... I told Cedric we'd go together."
Lucy raised an eyebrow.
"But?"
Calli sighed quietly.
"Don't get me wrong." She said. "I'd love to go with him."
Stella watched her carefully.
"But..." Calli continued. "With everything that's been happening lately, I don't think the same feelings are there anymore."
Lucy leaned forward.
"What do you mean?"
Calli shrugged slightly.
"He's great." She said honestly. "He's kind, he's funny, he's ridiculously charming."
Lucy smirked.
"And handsome."
Calli rolled her eyes.
"Yes, that too."
She took a sip of tea.
"But he's a really good friend." She finished. "And I think we're better off like that."
