"It's not who you are born as, it's who you grow up to be."
The war ended and serenity returned for almost fourteen years in the wizard world. Everyone knew the name Harry Potter, praised it even. He had defeated Voldemort and that was that. Thoug...
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
"Honora really, you're really so boring and bland! Ever think that's why we're you're only friends?"
"Please Mer–I might be boring and bland but at least I'm not a hyperactive annoying twit." She teased back to her friend gaining a frown and eye roll.
"There you go again with your fancy British language. Twit, you're such a bloody twit." This time Honora rolled her eyes, her friends constantly made fun of her accent which she didn't really mind but it certainly got old at times.
"Stop flighting you two." Gretchen, the third girl in their trio pushed the two aside now walking in the middle.
"She started it! I'm not boring and bland just because I want to go to class."
"Well. ." Gretchen joked and shoved Honora slightly smiling at the frown on her face.
"I mean seriously you two, it's only the second day and you want to blow class off to feed the baby kneazles."
"Hon, you do seriously have a stick up your 'arse'. What's wrong with you? You seemed fine before you went to Europe this summer."
Honora bit her lip thinking of the events that happened while she was in England for the Quidditch World Cup. She wanted to tell her friends about it but figured it best not to. She'd known them forever, since she started Ilvermony almost seven years ago. Honora felt lucky to have them–and to go to school in America. She'd never had the weight of her surname bearing down on her and figured it wouldn't be like that if she lived in England.
Lestrange. It was odd knowing how terrible her mother and father were during the war. Her friends knew about her family as she'd told them but they didn't care. The war was certainly not a big deal here. It was something almost out of a story book, it happened yes, but no one really had a direct role in it. Rarely witches and wizards here knew about nothing more than how the infamous Voldemort was destroyed by the baby boy, Harry Potter. And that was it.
"I'm fine just drama with my cousin.– We can go, I'm sure it'll be fun."
"Great! I have to run to my locker but I'll meet you two there." Meredith skipped off in the direction toward the locker room leaving Gretchen and Honora slowly pacing the halls.
"So really–how was the Quidditch Cup? I was thrilled to see Ireland won, I'm sure you must've had a blast with their wild parties. ." Honora bit her lip in the remembrance of that night, wishing that her friend would just drop the subject completely.
". .Well we left early." Honora didn't know what else to say the cup certainly didn't go how she planned for it to. "–Then you're lucky you left before all the dark witches and wizards showed up. It must've been terrifying! I'm glad you're alright. But come on spit it out, I want details–Did you see any Death Eaters?"
It was like Gretchen read her thoughts, which she might've done, Legilimency was her strongest mark and the one thing she was more skilled than Honora in. Though she mostly blamed her professor for her low marks and less than eager attitude to teach her. She had been practicing reading his mind, looking for the thought of his Ilvermony graduation as instructed – but instead found that he'd been cheating on his wife with the Ilvermony caretaker. Since then he had quite the distaste for Honora.
