"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...
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"Look at this! I can't believe it she's done it again. 'Miss Granger a plain but ambitious girl seems to be developing a taste for famous wizards. Her latest prey sources report is none other than the Bulgarian bon-bon Viktor Krum. No word yet on how Harry Potter's taking this latest emotional blow.'–"
"Oh, you're reading the paper? You might as well throw it in the loo."
"You're telling me? I've become a cougar for famous wizards!"
"Check page six." Honora slumped down next to her, watching Hermione shuffle through the pages with a scowl.
"After not even knowing of her existence, Honora Lestrange ( daughter of Bellatrix Lestrange former trusted Death Eater of You-Know-Who–continued on page nine) emerges in public for the time at Hogwarts. Showing up suspiciously after the attacks on the world cup she is now going after the humble Hufflepuff Champion, Cedric Diggory. Will her dark presence not only corrupt young Diggory himself or the entire school?'. .Oh Hon, that's horrible."
"–Next time I see that plastic filled rat I'm going to shove my wand so far up her-" Suddenly the package Ron had just received caught fire a blue flame burning most of the wrapping quickly. Ron yelped and jumped up not sure what to do, so she picked up his juice and tossed it on the flames, extinguishing it. "Honora you're catching things on fire!"
"Not to mention soaking my package!" Ron complained opening the now damp box. He grabbed the parcel inside and held it up to him.
"At least the inside is fine. . .Mum's sent me a dress?" After digging through the wrappings, he held up for everyone to see, grimacing at the frilly-tattered material. "Well at least it matches your eyes!" Harry chimed. "Is there a matching bonnet?–Ah there is!" Harry grabbed something out of the box, throwing it at Ron. Honora and Hermione began to snicker at both Harrys joke and as Ron tried to give the robes to Ginny.
"I'm not wearing that–it's ghastly." Ginny shoved the robe away, hardly giving it a second glance while Hermione and Honora continued to giggle away with each other. "What are you two on about?" He looked to the two girls with a frown thinking that they'd been making fun of him.
"Well Ronald, it's just that. ." Honora could hardly contain her fit of giggling, picturing Ron in the terrible outfit. "They're not for Ginny, they're for you. They're dress robes
"Dress robes? For what?"
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"The Yule ball has been a tradition of the Tri-Wizard Tournament since its inception. On Christmas eve night we and our guests gather in the great hall for well mannered frivolity. As representatives of the host school I expect each and every one of you to put your best foot forward, and I mean this literally because the Yule Ball is first and foremost. . a dance." Girls screeched in excitement around Honora, who squinted her eyes and raised her eyebrows at their obnoxious behavior but became amused at the boys who began to groan at the fact they'd have to go to a dance.
