The Third Year Begins
The enchanted ceiling of the Great Hall glittered with a deep indigo sky as candles floated above the long tables.
The start-of-term feast had not yet begun, which meant every student in the hall was watching the line of nervous first-years gathered before the staff table.
At the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry staff table, a thin wizard wearing a rather startling purple turban sat nervously twisting his hands together.
"Didn't know Professor Quirrell was back." Stella said, nodding toward the table.
She leaned forward slightly, her sharp eyes studying the man carefully.
"I heard he's teaching Defence Against the Dark Arts this year."
"Let's just hope he's better than Vinter." Muttered Terence Higgs, who had wandered over and taken a seat beside them.
Stella frowned thoughtfully.
"I don't know about his teaching skills." She said. "But what's with the purple turban?"
Lucy squinted across the hall.
"It is strange."
Calli shrugged, leaning back slightly.
"Maybe he's gone bald and wants to cover it up."
Lucy snorted.
Then she dramatically dropped her forehead onto the table.
"I'm starving."
A few nearby students jumped at the sudden thud.
"Why can't we eat while they do the ceremony?"
Calli raised an eyebrow.
"Lucy, you ate four Pumpkin Pasties on the train."
Lucy lifted her head.
"And your point is?"
She immediately began clapping enthusiastically as a nervous boy stepped forward.
"Crabbe, Vincent!"
The Sorting Hat barely touched his head before shouting,
"SLYTHERIN!"
The green-and-silver table erupted into cheers.
Lucy joined in enthusiastically.
Stella rolled her eyes.
"Are you excited? Your siblings are about to be sorted."
Stella turned to Calli.
"What about you?"
Calli's gaze had drifted toward the line of first-years.
Among them stood a pale boy with dark hair and his arms folded stubbornly across his chest.
"My brother's definitely going to Slytherin." Calli said quietly.
Across the hall, Draco Malfoy was already strolling confidently toward the Slytherin table to join his friends.
Then Minerva McGonagall called the next name.
"Nott, Theodore!"
Calli straightened slightly.
The hat slipped onto her brother's head for a second before it shouted.
"SLYTHERIN!"
The table exploded into applause.
Calli clapped too, smiling instinctively but the smile faded when Theo didn't even glance in her direction.
Instead, he walked straight past her toward Draco and the other Slytherin boys.
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Callidora ☆ Fred Weasley
FanfictionCallidora 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...
