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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The First Task
The next day, lessons ended at midday.
No one had been paying attention anyway.
The Great Hall buzzed with a restless, electric energy as students crowded the tables, voices overlapping, theories flying in every direction. Calli sat between Lucy and Stella, absently picking at her food, her attention flicking constantly toward the doors.
At breakfast, she'd wished both Cedric and Harry good luck.
Cedric had smiled, calm as ever.
Harry, less so.
Hermione had leaned in afterward, whispering quickly.
"He got it around two in the morning."
Calli had exhaled, tension easing slightly.
"Good." She'd murmured.
Professor McGonagall and Professor Sprout stepped inside the Hall through the open doors.
The noise dipped.
"Diggory. Potter," McGonagall called.
Cedric and Harry stood.
The room watched as they were ushered out by their respective Head of House.
And just like that, the energy snapped tight again.
Students began talking louder, faster, everyone trying to guess what was coming.
"I wonder what it is!" Fred suddenly announced dramatically, throwing his arms out as they all stood.
George snorted.
"Truly a mystery for the ages."
Calli bit back a smile.
They followed the crowd outside, the cold November air biting instantly at their skin. Students poured across the grounds toward the edge of the forest, a steady stream of excitement and nerves.
They saw it.
A massive tent stood near the trees.
Behind it, an arena.
The makeshift dragon enclosure.
Calli's stomach flipped.
People rushed in, climbing into the stands, still laughing, still speculating.
Hermione found them quickly, slipping into the seat beside Calli.
"Hey." Calli said quietly.
Hermione nodded, eyes fixed ahead.
A sharp whistle cut through the noise.
The crowd hushed.
Ludo Bagman's voice boomed across the arena, magically amplified as he began announcing the first task.
