∘☍✧ₒPrincess Promiscuous ∘☍✧ₒ

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ʏᴏᴜ ᴀɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴇᴍᴇʀᴀʟᴅ ᴇʏᴇs,ғɪɴᴀʟʟʏ ғᴏᴜɴᴅ ᴀ ᴘʟᴀᴄᴇ ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ɪ ᴄᴀɴ ᴄᴀʟʟ ᴍʏ ʜᴏᴍᴇ

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ʏᴏᴜ ᴀɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴇᴍᴇʀᴀʟᴅ ᴇʏᴇs,
ғɪɴᴀʟʟʏ ғᴏᴜɴᴅ ᴘʟᴀᴄᴇ ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ɪ ᴄᴀɴ ᴄᴀʟʟ ᴍʏ ʜᴏᴍᴇ.
ɪ'ᴠᴇ sᴘᴇɴᴛ ᴛʜᴏᴜsᴀɴᴅ ɴɪɢʜᴛs,
ʟᴏs ɪɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴇᴍᴇʀᴀʟᴅ ᴇʏᴇs.

"ᴇᴍᴇʀᴀʟᴅ ᴇʏᴇs "
ʙʏ: ᴀɴsᴏɴ sᴇᴀʙʀᴀ
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The Quartet made their way to breakfast, some more excited than others to start a new week of classes. It had been a few weeks since the second task and everyone was relieved to have the tournament off their minds. For a while, atleast.

They entered the Great Hall, expecting it to be just like any other morning, but it was anything but that.

The minute the stepped foot into the hall, eyes darted to their direction and murmurs where heard all around, along with looks of disgust sent their way.

As they headed closer and closer to the Gryffindor table, there where louder calls, things such as-

"Heartbroken Potter?"

"Little Miss Heartbreaker!"

"Diggory and her fourth choice!"

"Princess Promiscuous!"

The four looked around confused, and Lauren gulped as she caught some of the comments. Ron was already sending people dirty looks the minute he heard some.

They finally made it to the Gryffindor table, to find Cedric, Justin, Ginny, and the twins waiting for them at their normal seats.

"What is going on?!" Lauren quickly asked, eyebrows furrowed.

Ginny handed her a paper, and she read the title as the other three read it over her shoulder.

"𝕋𝕣𝕚𝕨𝕚𝕫𝕒𝕣𝕕 𝕙𝕒𝕞𝕡𝕚𝕠𝕟𝕤: 𝕆𝕟𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕔𝕦𝕠𝕦𝕤, 𝕆𝕟𝕖 𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕥𝕓𝕣𝕠𝕜𝕖𝕟"
ʟᴀᴜʀᴇɴ ᴅɪɢɢᴏʀʏ, ᴏɴᴇ ғ ᴛʜᴇ ʏᴏᴜɴɢᴇs ᴄʜᴀᴍᴘɪᴏɴs ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛʀɪᴡɪᴢᴀʀᴅ ᴛᴏᴜʀɴᴀᴍᴇɴᴛ, ᴀɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜɴɢᴇʀ sɪsᴛᴇʀ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇʟᴏᴠᴇᴅ ᴄʜᴀᴍᴘɪᴏɴ, ᴄᴇᴅʀɪᴄ ᴅɪɢɢᴏʀʏ, sᴇᴇᴍs ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ʙɪᴛ ғ ᴘʀᴏᴍɪsᴄᴜᴏᴜs ɢɪʀʟ. sʜᴇ ʜᴀs ʙᴇᴇɴ sᴇᴇɴ ᴀʀᴏᴜɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴏɢᴡᴀʀᴛs ɢʀᴏᴜɴᴅs ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴍᴜʟᴛɪᴘʟᴇ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴇss, ɪɴᴄʟᴜᴅɪɴɢ: ᴅʀᴀᴄᴏ ᴍᴀʟғᴏʏ, ᴊᴜsᴛɪɴ ғɪɴᴄʜʟᴇᴛᴄʜʟᴇʏ, ɢɪɴɴʏ ᴡᴇᴀsʟᴇʏ, ᴀɴᴅ ɴᴏᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴ ʜᴀʀʀʏ ᴘᴏᴛᴛᴇʀ. ᴘᴏᴛᴛᴇʀ ᴡᴀs ʟᴇғ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛʙʀᴏᴋᴇɴ ʙʏ ʜᴇʀ ᴡʜᴇɴ ʜᴇ ᴅɪsᴄᴏᴠᴇʀᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʙᴇɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴏʏ ᴡʜᴏ ʟɪᴠᴇᴅ ᴊᴜs ᴡᴀsɴ' ᴇɴᴏᴜɢʜ ᴛᴏ ᴄᴀᴛᴄʜ ᴅɪɢɢᴏʀʏs ᴇʏᴇ.
"sʜᴇ ᴅᴏᴇs ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴘʟᴀʏ ᴛʜᴇ ғɪᴇʟᴅ, ᴅɪɢɢᴏʀʏ. ᴋᴇᴇᴘs ʟᴇᴛᴛɪɴɢ ᴘᴏᴛᴛᴇʀ ᴛʜɪɴᴋ ʜᴇ ʜᴀs ᴄʜᴀɴᴄᴇ." -ᴅʀᴀᴄᴏ ᴍᴀʟғᴏʏ sʜᴀʀᴇs.

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