𝐂𝐞𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐜 𝐃𝐢𝐠𝐠𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐓𝐫𝐢𝐰𝐢𝐳𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐓𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐝, but throw in his opponent's sister, and things just got a whole lot harder.
In which a girl changes a doomed boy's fa...
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✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧
𝐀 𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐊 𝐇𝐀𝐃 𝐏𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐄𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐡𝐚𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐓𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐲. It was that she hadn't tried, quite the opposite, she tried at every chance she could get. At this point her efforts seemed futile, you'd think that Tommy could just see through her. If we're being completely honest Estelle was a wreck. Her tie was undone, her skirt was askew, and she had forgotten to do up the top three buttons of her shirt as well. Instead of taking the time to do her hair, she had simply thrown it into a bun. Now, because of the whole 'veela' things she didn't look ugly or gross per se, just let put together than usual.
"Good morning guys," Estelle said groggily as she sat down in her usual spot. Truth be told she hadn't been getting very much sleep.
A chorus of 'Morning Stell' and 'Good morning' rang out from the three girls. Tommy stayed quiet, not looking up from his food.
"Good morning Tommy," tried Estelle, still no response. She sighed heavily before turning to Fleur.
"Fleur, any idea what the first task is going to be?"
"Not a clue," replies Fleur with a shrug, an aura of confidence radiating off of her.
"Well, whatever it is I'm sure you'll do great," encourages Celeste.
"Yeah," Hannah agrees with a nod of her head.
"Ya' know we're allowed to go to that little village today, Hogsmeade was it?" says Estelle, who has a habit of saying whatever pops into her head, especially when she's around her sister.
"I'm quite excited to get out of this castle actually," says Hannah, who for some reason wasn't the biggest fan of Hogwarts.
"Yeah," Estelle agrees half-heartedly, she actually loved the school.
Estelle feels a tap on her shoulder, making her whip her head around.
"Oh, hello Cedric," says Estelle when she sees her newfound friend.
"Er, can I talk to you really quick?" Cedric asks her, a bit awkwardly.
"Of course, what is it?"
"I was thinking more in private."
"Oh," Estelle pauses, "sure."
Estelle stands up and follows Cedric into the empty corridor, she then leans against the wall, looking up at Cedric.
