Celeste Ellis Lupin-Black is a very powerful and charming young witch. She's always been in control of her flame. But when a certain prophecy regarding her comes to light, will she contain the fire? Or will she let it consume her?
Timeline: POA - GO...
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It was no surprise that Defense Against the Dark Arts had become most people's favorite class. Only Draco Malfoy and his gang of Slytherins had anything bad to say about Professor Lupin. This mostly consisted of making fun of his shabby appearance, a snobbish insult.
But no one else cared that Professor Lupin's robes were patched and frayed. His next few lessons were just as interesting as the first. After Boggarts, they studied Red Caps, nasty little goblin-like creatures that lurked wherever there had been bloodshed: in the dungeons of castles and the potholes of deserted battlefields, waiting to bludgeon those who had gotten lost. From Red Caps they moved on to Kappas, creepy. water-dwellers that looked like scaly monkeys, with webbed hands itching to strangle unwitting waders in their ponds.
After the boggarts class, potions became harder to handle. Snape was in a particularly vindictive mood these days, and no one was in any doubt why. The story of the Boggart assuming Snape's shape, and the way that Neville had dressed it in his grandmother's clothes, had traveled through the school like wildfire. Students laughed and pointed at Snape as he walked the halls, not cowering like normal. Snape didn't seem to find it funny. His eyes flashed menacingly at the very mention of Professor Lupin's name, and he was bullying Neville worse than ever.
Divination was also a hot mess due to Professor Trelawney spending most of the time crying over Harry, which made everyone uncomfortable. As much as Celeste wanted to enjoy the class, she couldn't help but feel like it was a load of bollocks. Parvati Patil and Lavender Brown had taken to haunting Professor Trelawney's tower room at lunchtimes and always returned with annoyingly superior looks on their faces, as though they knew things the others didn't.
Nobody really liked Care of Magical Creatures, which after the action-packed first class had become extremely dull. Hagrid seemed to have lost his confidence. They were now spending lesson after lesson learning how to look after flobberworms, which made Celeste would rather bang her head against a wall rather than studying. It was just about the dullest creature to study.
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At the start of October, the unhappy Gryffindors had something else to occupy them, something so enjoyable it more than made up for the dreadful classes. The Quidditch season was approaching, and Oliver had called a meeting on Thursday evening to discuss tactics for the new season.
It was Oliver's seventh and final year at Hogwarts. There was a quiet sort of desperation in his voice as he addressed his six fellow team members in the chilly locker rooms on the edge of the darkening Quidditch field.
