YOU GUYS. BEFORE READING THIS BOOK, PLEASE READ THE CHAPTER ENTITLED "My Lovely Readers."
THIS BOOK IS YEARS OLD AND ABSOLUTELY RUBBISH, AND ITS BEING REWRITTEN LIKE MAJORLY!!!!!!!
IF YOU STILL WANT TO READ IT, THAT'S FINE, BUT YOU ARE GOING TO CRINGE SO HARD
IF YOU WANT TO READ THE REWRITE, I WILL BE POSTING IT ALL IN ONE GO SO IT WILL NOT BE HERE ANY TIME SOON.
She was respected by everyone she walked past in one way or another. Slytherins found her quite endearing despite the red and gold striped across her tie. Every boy she walked past allowed his stare to linger on her, admiring her features. Every girl she walked past would allow her stare to linger on her, either envying her, fawning over her, and some of them admiring her features just as much as the boys.
She was beautiful. Some would say beautiful was an understatement, she was gorgeous.
Her features were quite ordinary, but not at the same time. Her auburn hair reached all the way down to her mid thigh, quite a length she had achieved. Her skin was mildly pale, her skin on her cheekbones and nose were splattered with freckles.
She was quite slender and slim, her height not being very tall. All of her features were sharp. Defined. Her thick, long eyelashes always seemed to loom over her eyes.
Her eyes.
Each eye was a different colour. Her left eye was a shade of blue, often morphing into green, while her right eye was a shade of brown, almost resembling honey, every now and then shifting to a hazel hue.
While everyone had their breath taken by her dazzling eyes or infectious smile, only a select few people knew of her talents. Her gift.
Only 3 people knew of her legilimency, those people being her best friends. Harry Potter, Hermione Granger, and Ron Weasley.
Her name was Lyra Aquila Cassiopeia Flexson.
And little did she know that no matter what her and her friends have experienced in the previous three years, this stupid goblet and stupid tournament is going to ruin her damn life with emotions.
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Authors note!
I know they're all 14 in the Goblet of Fire but for this book they're 15 because that's when I feel it's appropriate for them to properly date.
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Colours - h.potter
Fanfiction"I have a mad desire to dance, don't you?" "Yeah, I do." Lyra Aquila Cassiopeia Lexson likes to believe things happen in colours. Lighter colours are the happier things, and vice versa. In the wizarding world, are there many light colour situations...
