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Round 3: Entries

***Even if you told us you weren't able to hand in your entry, it'll still say "Not handed it." DO NOT PANIC PLEASE, no points will be docked!****

I think that makes sense.... ANYWAY, ENTRIES:

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Icarus Keii

Not handed in.

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Ophelia Statton

Calla Shaw has never been my favourite person. 

Quite the contrary, in fact; I'd say that my dislike for her was as potent as my love for Chocolate Frogs. So imagine my relief on being home for the Christmas holidays. No more work, no more teachers, and best of all, no more Calla. 

But how did I end up in front of the Wizengamot, in a desperate attempt to save her sorry arse?

Good question. By no means is the answer concise.

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Five days after I returned to Edinburgh, Calla Shaw turned up at my door.

To fully understand this cataclysmic event, you must know that my mother, Wren Statton, works in the Department of Magical Law Enforcement at Ministry Headquarters. She's an Auror, which means she's away most of the time digging out remnants of Voldemort's worshippers and other twisted wizards dabbling in dark magic. And it turns out that Valerie Shaw is her colleague.

In case you didn't realise, Valerie Shaw is Calla's mother.

My mum and Valerie were exchanging formalities in the doorway when I bounded downstairs, generally happy and ecstatic and completely ignoring the massive homework project Flitwick had set. Nyresa was on the couch, and when she saw me she placed a finger to her lips and whisper-shouted, "Shhhhh."

"What's wrong?" I'd asked, taking a seat next to her. "And who's that?" I nodded towards the woman standing in the doorway. She instantly reminded me of Calla, with the exact same shades of hair and skin, except her eyes were grey instead of green. She didn't look particularly happy or sad; she wore a marble expression, faintly bored but mostly blank of recognisable emotion. I supposed she was beautiful. Coldly so.

Nyresa shrugged, getting up to leave for her bedroom. "Dunno. Mummy's friend?"

A few seconds later, 'Mummy's friend' stepped into our house, looking rather like an expensive ornament that had been shipped to the wrong place. Her pale hair was twisted into a neat bun, viridian eyes shrewd and calculating; her scarlet lips were turned up in what only the sharpest observer could say was a smile. And behind her--

"Statton?" Calla Shaw blurted, looking surprised for once. A horrible feeling seeped into my stomach as I stared at her, struggling to recognise that familiar face amongst the sacred coven of my own house. Oh god. For the love of Merlin...

After a moment of complete mental blankness, I snapped back to reality and met her suddenly uncomfortable stare with an equally awkward one.

"Why are you--" I blurted, trying to keep the horrified animosity out of my voice for the sake of the two oblivious mothers. "Why are you in myhouse?" 

"Ah, you two know each other, I believe?" Valerie immediately asked, raising an eyebrow. She had a subtle aura of intimidation about her, dramatically heightened by her immaculate appearance and clever eyes. I couldn't meet her gaze.

"Ophelia is a year below me, Mother," Calla said in a tight voice. "Ravenclaw."

After a brief silence, my mother lead Valerie into the kitchen to discuss something about the next case the Aurors were to investigate. Which left Calla and I standing stiffly in the living room. Calla cast her eyes around the room, before simply stating, "I didn't know you'd be here."