"As Agalia, the greek goddess of fire and bravery, I command you to shut the hell up."
In which a goddess becomes a not-so cliche teenage girl and saves the Wizarding World.
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~Two Years Later~
"Oh, Viktor, you're going to be fine!"
"No- v'hat if v'e don't v'in? Only I could take the blame-"
The girl smiled at him, her bright white teeth gleaming through her parted plump lips as her amber eyes lit up brightly, making the Bulgarian boy's breath catch in his throat. "You're the best seeker in the magical world! The Irish...pfft! They 'ave no chance! I believe in you."
Viktor gave his best friend a grateful look. "Thank you, Emberly...for coming and for the kindness...I 'ave to go v'ith the team though. I'll see you at the game."
"Bye, good luck!"
The girl watched Viktor Krum take a deep breath before disappearing into the crowded campsite. They had been standing at the edge of the woods away from the fans, discussing the game and its potential outcomes.
She chose to follow suit after a bit. Walking through the gamut of witches and wizards stil,l after two years, made her confused yet intrigued; she still couldn't help but be surprised every day with their unique oddities.
Nonetheless, the goddess loved it. She loved their inviting nature, their ability, their everything!
Yet she was unable to show it. Greek Goddess Agalia had become Emberly Jocasta, a Bulgarian witch from two half-blooded travelling parents. Her accent and looks fit her newfound personality, one that everyone fell for.
Emberly had always received stares, so she wasn't too bothered at the prosperous leering looks many males shot her way as walked through the campsite. Ignoring the piercing wolf whistles, she merely smiled to herself; she had liked inheriting her mother's beauty, but she could never see it in herself.
She pushed through the flap of the maroon tent, smiling at the inside which resembled a warm coffee shop except for the beds scattered throughout.
"Ay! Thought you v'ould never make it!" exclaimed Milan Alexov, one of her good friends from Durmstrang. He engulfed her in a warm hug.
"Doubting me?"
"I mean, you are over two 'ours late-"
"At least she's 'ere...nice to see you, Emberly," stated another classmate, Stefon. He was known as a brooding boy, so he had to push down his secret joy of seeing the girl.
Emberly and some of the classmates she liked had decided to camp out for the Quidditch World Cup. They wanted to support Viktor in all his flying glory.
