HELLO ALL

I have decided to update this story. One, because it wouldn't be updated if I didn't now. Also, I really like everyone's reviews. –grin- Trust me, it made my morning and made me smile all day. I really thank everyone who fav'ed it and reviewed.

Also, I have gotten quite a few ideas for the next few chapters.

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Ehhhhhhhhhhhhh no.

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LET'S GO!


Calista's POV


Everyone else seemed to be housed quickly, and sat at their respective tables. Though Ravenclaw hadn't gotten too many new students, they all seemed so bright for only being 11. 'Was the hat sure in the house he put me in..?' she started to question, beginning to feel unsure of it's choice, when the headmaster strode to the front podium, grasping each side in his aged hands. Calista recognized this man almost instantly, Albus Dumbledore, from the countless reports on his battle with the dark wizard, Gellert Grindewald, as well as having a key part in the ending of the first Wizarding War, though it never really spoke of his current position as the headmaster of Hogwarts, and if it had, it was extremely brief.

Looking at the more exact details of his aged face, she noticed how, just how the papers described, his blue eyes twinkled knowingly, and the long snow white beard did nothing in keeping his smile evident. Though he was to be one of the most powerful wizards of all times, he had a certain type of charisma that drew anyone in, at any age. It compelled her to listen to his speech, trying to block out the endless chatter of the other houses.

This was something to get used to.

"Good evening..and welcome to another magnificent year at Hogwarts. We are proud to welcome all the new years, and wish them luck on the next 7 years here. I would also like to announce that this year, the Defense against the Dark Arts teacher position, has been taken over by none other than Alastor Moody. Though I'm not sure where he seems to be at this moment.." his speech trailed off at the abrupt burst of a door, as it flew from it's hinges and hit the wall it was nailed to by the head table, startling Hagrid and Professor McGonagall. The door creak an apology, flashes of lightning that lit the Grand Hall, and thunder than shook the candles that stood overhead, some falling from their place and hitting the hard oak of the house tables. Some students screamed, others gasped in shock. Cali sat quietly, though she couldn't deny that she sprung into defense, wand at the ready, from the sudden deafening growl of thunder that rung and echoed across the room's corridors.

A man emerged from outside, having been caught up in the storm and drenched in rain water, leaves and twigs had clung to his dark brown leather robes. His face was covered in scars and aged wrinkles, making ridges across his cheek and over his eye, or well, where his eye would've been. The eye that was missing was replaced by a magically induced eye. His body was hunched, giving him an even more look of an elder man, though the look in his eye spoke of sights that he had experienced. Things that shouldn't be released to children their age. She had heard of this man, Mad Eye Moody, the famous retired auror. Her interest seemed to peak, seeing as he was to be their new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, he must have personal experience with curses, the scars being prominent examples of they're ever lasting effects.

"Alastor..!" Dumbledor smiled, walking to the bent over man and bringing him into an embrace, then quickly released him and ushered him to his seat. Cali chuckled, noticing the rather awkward look upon both the men's faces, until Dumbledor's booming voice broke her thoughts. Professor Moody took his seat at the end of the table, being many of the teachers had yet to see his presence in the school itself. The other professors stared at him quietly, some with suspicion, others with appreciation for the evil he had helps vanquishing. Mad Eye's mechanical eye darted across the room, seeming to take in his surroundings of all the students. His hand moved to his side and slid out a bottle, putting it to his lips and sipping it generously, then his body shook. Calista stared at the bottle with narrowed eyes. She'd heard he was an alcoholic, but she didn't think he'd actually drink in front of students.

"As I had said before, Alastor Moody," Dumbledore's arm gesturing to the new professor," will be taking up the spot for Defense Against the Dark Arts." Waving over to the scarred man, who waved a hand but abruptly put it back in his lap, resting his palms on his staff. There were soft claps and murmurs across the hall. Cho had leaned forward, though Cali's attention was else where, though her attention was back to Cho when she tapped her shoulder.

"Do you think he's going to show us the unforgivable curses? He seems like the type to.."

It did seem reasonable, to think that a man like Alastor Moody would show them something as wordly as the unforgivables, though she highly doubted that Dumbledore would actually approve of something like that, made her inwardly grimace. Her family had spoken to her about the curses, saying that there was nothing worse than committing a crime with such curses, any crime at all.

Dumbledore dropped the subject, and quickly picked up on a happier note,"I'm sure you have all heard that this year, Hogwarts, has been chosen to host the Triwizard tournament. For those who don't know what that is, it is a total of 3 events, in which 3 students from each school will be chosen to participate in these deadly challenges. This year, we have the ladies of Beauxbatons joining us!" As if on cue, the door opened and revealed 20 Beauxbatons students, whom Cali recognized almost immediately and smiled. Fleur and Gabrielle were walking hand and hand as the other girls strode ahead. Gabrielle waved happily at Calista, who waved back with an excited smile and shooed her to follow her big sister, who had also greeted her with a wave of the hand. Each girl who strode in, wore the familiar light blue uniforms and hats that she had grown familiar with years before, having small swallows fly from their sleeves as they strode by each table. Sighing sadly, she rested her cheek against her hand. 'I remember when Professor Telarn taught us that spell…" though by the time she had ended her train of thought, Dumbledore had already introduced the Durmstrang students of Bulgaria, who walked in with staffs in hand.

She had to admit, those boys could definitely handle themselves. Though they had the muscle of hard working men, they walked with such grace, even under the watchful eye of their headmaster, Igor Karkaroff. Her father had mentioned this man before, saying that he had once served under a great dark wizard, though when he was in court, he had claimed to be under the Imperius curse. Guilles hadn't believed it at all, and spit at the tabloids when they announced his release, saying that he hadn't proven that the Imperius is what held him to such evil deeds. He had never mentioned the name of such a wizard, for it seemed it burned his tongue to tell her.

Shaking her head, she turned her head back to the Durmstrang students, twirling their staffs across to both hands, smiling dreamily. The men seemed to shift the wind around their staffs, making soft whispering noises travel across the room, to be met then by the harsh smacking sounds of the wood against the marble floors. As one passed, he turned his head from the others' straight ahead gaze, catching her eyes and smiling, winking before assuming his position and continuing the entrance.

The wink itself had caught her off guard, a hot blush spreading across her face to the tops of her ears. Curling a piece of platinum hair behind her ear, she smiled shyly, watching that one particular Bulgarian as he stood in formation at the front of the Grand Hall, though his lips had dropped the smile, keeping a neutral gaze.

They had only been there for a few minutes, and had already caught her full attention.


George's POV


The exchange student's introductions went quickly for Fred and George, as they had already heard of the tournament but weren't all that impressed with the Beauxbatons. Sure, they were beautiful, but Fred seemed to have his sights set on Angelina Johnson, the Gryffindor chaser, who he had his complete consciousness focused on her. George noticed and elbowed his brother's shoulder, smirking when he broke Fred's trance. "Oi, Forge, don't you know that all she seems to talk about is quidditch? Will be a bit of a bore after awhile!" He said, though quickly dodging the swing Fred threw at him. "Her conversation is so interesting though! The different kinds of tactics and game plans she has come up with are simply brilliant!" Fred beamed, while George gagged at his double went off about how Angelina is simply competitive in the sport, and that it was what attracted him to her in the first place.

"Among other things.." George smiled, hollering when his brother smacked the back of his head.

"Shut up, Georgie! She might hear you!" The blush evident on Fred's cheeks, almost rivaling that of the red in his hair. "And hey! We'll find you a girl this year. I don't want my brother becoming my third wheel when Angelina and I get married." Laughing out the last part, George pushed Fred out of his seat, howling with laughter. This was, at the point when the Durmstrang students entered, whom walked down between the Gryffindor table and Ravenclaw. George inwardly groaned, his view of the new girl being lost behind twenty bulky men marching down the hall, staffs in hand. Their headmaster stood at the end and entered with none other than Viktor Krum. His gaze grew hard, when he saw him pass by with a smug smirk glued to his face. 'Think's he's so much better than us. Bloody git.'

George scoffed at these men, turning his back to them, but remembering that the Ravenclaw table was behind them. Reluctantly gave up his thought of actually speaking to the girl who was now caught in his sights. 'What was her name again?,' he thought, feeling rather guilty for forgetting something as simple as her name. 'Something like Cali…' His thoughts concluded, feeling rather unsure.

He'd have to ask Hermione again, though he was sure she'd call him daft for not listening to her in the first place. It wasn't his fault that this girl's amazing beauty and smile caught him off guard. A smile spread across his mouth, though his hand quickly smacked his forehead. 'Quit! You don't need to involve yourself in a girl this year!' his rationality spoke to him. 'But wouldn't it be atleast nice to meet this enchantress?' his heart spoke back. Sighing, he brought his attention back to Dumbledore, though his eyes seemed to drift back to Ravenclaw, hoping to catch a glimpse of her.

"Bring in the Triwizard cup!" Dumbledore called, catching George's attention, who leaned back in his seat , watching as Barty Crouch Sr., who frequently hassled his father for being interested in muggles, bring in the so called cup, that was covered in a thin sheet. He set it on the podium that Dumbledore sat at, and pulled the sheet from it, revealing the light blue glow of the cup. It seemed to be made of glass that possessed blue flames that waved inside it's confides, though Dumbledore set his hand on it, proving it didn't burn. It instantly reminded him of her eyes, how they seemed to captivate him with such anemic color. 'Quit it! Focus!' his brain yelled, making his eyes focus and look up at Barty Crouch, who had already seemed to run his mouth about the competition.

"There will be a chalice, for those of you who can enter into this tournament, to enter your names to be chosen to participate in such an honor. But, we have strictly concluded that 17 and older students are able to participate in the events." Once he had finished the rather recited speech, probably given to him by the Minister himself, the students yelled their opinions, the room vibrating as their voices yelled objections. George stood, calling out to the Ministry's dog "That's rubbish!" Crouch's gaze turned to him, a baneful glare that covered his face, challenging him to make another word against the Ministry's decision.

Honestly, that man needed to get laid, being as his wife had left him years before, for reasons unknown to the Daily Profit. He was whipped by the Ministry, so much so that he threw his own son into Azkaban, now claiming that he had no son, or that he had disowned his ass. Granted, his son was a follower of He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named, he could've tried to give his own son a trial. Filthy son of a bitch his son seemed to be, but one could clearly see where had inherited it from.

"SILENCE!" Dumbledore voice quickly hushed the students, going to finish the thought that Crouch had brought up, before he was interrupted by students. "The chalice will be open to those of you who wish to enter. Simply write your name on a piece of paper, any kind, and place it in the cup. Those who are under the age of 17, will not be able to enter their name into the chalice. In one week, we will select our competitors. Welcome to Hogwarts all, and enjoy the feast!"

Promptly, piles of magnificent food on platters of gold sat on the table, stacked high with beef, chicken and fish, as well as many types of salads and fruits. Every other chair had pitchers of delicious pumpkin juice filled to the brim. George quickly grabbed his share of food, piling his plate with cuts of beef, as well as adding a small pile of greens, and began devouring it. He had already set up a prank on the Slytherins, and needed to quickly eat to put the plan into action, though Fred seemed to be caught up in a conversation with Angelina, who intently talked about quidditch. 'I swear..that's all she seems to come out of her mouth...' He thought to himself, watching his brother stare dreamily at the oblivious Angelina, who just continued rambling on about how her team this year would win every match, being that she would only recruit the toughest players in Gryffindor. Even though he wasn't in the conversation, he caught himself yawning at her accusations.

Not that it was the first time.

"Hey, Forge. Remember, there was that thing we had to… attend to." Fred seemed to snap out of his gaze, sitting up straighter from his former relaxed position, an evil grin breaking across his freckled face. "Right you are, Gred!" His voice was filled with excitement as he pulled his wand from his pocket, bringing it to aim just above the Slytherin table, but still keeping it concealed under the sleeves of his robes.

If one was to look close enough, they could see there was a large amount of water levitating itself above the other student's table, though if they hadn't look close enough, it would just seem like clouds wafting in the spell-made sky. Fred flicked his wand, releasing the water, that instantly plummeted from it's position and fell onto the Slytherin table, as well as all it's students that resided there. Screams and whines from the pompous group of kids were heard all across the dining hall, though it was quickly drowned out by the roaring laughter from the other three turned and whistled innocently, continuing his meal as if he hadn't noticed, while Fred had diverged any attention from the Slytherins and tried to keep the conversation with the quidditch chaser, who seemed too busy laughing at the Slytherins to recall the chat. Many of the Slytherin girls had begun to complain to each other, claiming that their father's would hear of such a treason.

"Great job, Freddie!" George called quietly, clapping his brother on the shoulder, but stood from his former place next to his twin. "But if I were you, I'd leave the hall before they come looking for answers. You know how those little snakes are, complete tattle tales." He warned before striding out of the Great Hall, Fred sitting still in his seat; trying not to look too suspicious to the murderous Slytherins. Though few had already gotten up and ran to their dungeons, so there would be less of a threat to the twins.

As George passed along the Ravenclaw table, he caught site of the pale haired beauty who had been occupying his thoughts, though her reaction was slightly less than what he had wanted. She had her hand cupped over her mouth, staring at the Slytherins with, what George assumed, sympathy and pity. Her eyes shot up to him though, catching him in the act of his observation. She kept eye contact with him as he passed, though it quickly ended when he was out of eye sight.

'She just stared at you. It's a good sign..' his heart spoke, making his lips quirk in a small grin, though his logical side quickly took over.

'Don't be stupid, she probably suspected it was you who did such a devious thing'

Both could be very possible, seeing as he was the first Gryffindor to stand from the table and begin to leave. The guilty party usually leaves the scene of the crime to avoid capture. Oh shit.

The halls were barren when he had ventured from the Grand Hall, allowing his strides to be more relaxed, as he took a leisurely stroll through the halls, apposed to his usual fast pasted jog, in attempt to get to his next class without being deemed tardy. The tower seemed farther than usual as he heaved a heavy sigh, beginning his odyssey up the hundreds of stairs to Gryffindor dorms.

He stopped outside the tower entrance, and let his back slide down the wall next to the Fat Lady's portrait, taking a seat on the cold stone. He nodded off, the next time his eyes opened, someone had tripped over his long legs, that had assumed their spots at the top of the stairs. Cursing himself quietly, he stood and tried to help whoever had fallen, up from the ground.

Though it was strange, he hadn't noticed anyone who had a light pink shade of hair in the Great Hall, like this girl seemed to possess. The color itself seemed to remind him of a blush that someone would experience when embarrassed. He stooped down in front of the startled girl, and stared apologetically at her, though her face was against the floor. "I'm so sorry about that, I hadn't meant to trip you. I guess my long legs aren't all the goo-" the long babbling had distracted him as he saw the girl, who was already gone, and was walking to her own house. His guilt got the better of him, though he couldn't do much, the girl had already taken a staircase and was now scurrying up the steps to the next floor. 'Probably a nervous first year." He mused, seeing other Gryffindors walk up the stairs, his brother at the front of the line. Grinning, he slung his arm over his twin brother and dragged him to the portrait. The head boy stood in front of the portrait, muttering the safe word as the portrait opened, singing a welcome to the new first years, though their hands were firmly set over their ears.

"She does have one hell of a high voice, right Forge?"

"Very. I wonder how it got that high? Maybe how your voice got high whe—"

"Shut up, bloody bastard!" covering his twin's mouth, George dragged him through the portrait, ignoring the fat lady, who had already started lecturing him about tripping the poor girl and not assisting her up. He had already closed the portrait mid-rant, silencing her further words with a roll of his eyes

Once inside, he released his duplicate, who, once was released, ranted about how George shouldn't take things so seriously, and relax a little.

"Fred, was there a first year with pink hair?"

"Not..that I know of?" Fred replied, seeming dumbfounded by George's sudden question. His gaze stayed on his brother, cocking his head to the side, brown eyes shining with curiosity. "Why do you ask?"

"Oh, no reason! C'mon, lets go greet the guys!"

Fred stared after his brother as he climbed the stairs, yelling to the others guys greetings.

'I wonder…'


Calista's POV


The feast seemed to fly by with conversation with Luna, and meeting other girls, such as Cho Chang. Cho seemed quite nice, and had a soft ring of intelligence in her words. Calista was the first of the three to leave, promising she'd catch up with the girls in the tower, though finding herself unaware of where she was going. She assumed she'd be more towards the top of the castle, and began climbing staircases, that seemed to know her destination and lead her to the correct house. Once the staircase had halted, she climbed the rest of the stairs that led to the next ledge, only to trip over a long set of legs that splayed across the top of the stairs. Startled, she fell to the hard stone floor with an 'oof!'

Her face flushed instantly to a tomato red, pushing herself up from the marble floor as the one who owned the object of her embarrassment rambled his apology, saying that he must've dozed off. Her feet reacted faster than she had intended, directing her stance back into a standing position as she bee lined her way to another set of stairs. A light breeze catching her hair, she noticed her hair had shifted to a darker pink. It hadn't done this in years, since she was little and her mother had explained the strange changing of her hair and eye color. After a few years, she had settled on her mother's hair color, and her father's eyes. Pulling a few strands into her shaking hands, Calista willed her breath to slow and heart beat to calm from thumping to it's normal pace.

Pride bruised and startled out of her wits, she found the Ravenclaw dorm room, due to Luna and Cho catching up to her after they had finished their meal. The portrait, that covered the hole that lead to the dorms, or so Cho and Luna said, was of a beautiful woman, adorned in midnight blue robes that swished across the floor as she shifted her feet, hair brought up in a tight bun with a few strands that fluttered across her shoulders. Her gaze turned to the three girls, voice quiet but clear.

"I have existed for millions of years, but I am no older than a month. Who or what am I?"

"The moon." Luna answered, smiling wistfully as the portrait swung open, welcoming them to the Ravenclaw house for another year. Cali stared at the dirty blonde, trying to decipher how she had managed to figure out the riddle so quickly, but was lead up the stairs to the stair case that lead to the girl's dorms by an excited Cho and Luna. The girls decided they'd show Calista around more thoroughly once they had found out what rooms each girl belonged in.

The hallway they entered from the stairwell, having hard wood flooring of dark bronze, and walls covered in navy blue paint, had 14 doors in total. Seven on each side of the hall, next to the doors held plaques of bronze that read engraved names of the girls who shared the rooms, each name filled with a royal blue mold, making each name more visible in the shined metal.

The three girls looked about the hall, looking at each plaque to find their names as well as their dorm mates names, until finally, Cho called for Luna and Calista, pointing at the plaque next to the last door in the hall, a grin evident on her lips. The other girls quickly strode next to her and read the bronze slab.

'Luna Lovegood'

'Calista Chevalier'

'Cho Chang'

'Nessa Klark'

Calista grinned, seeing that she, Cho and Luna shared a room, and quickly pulled the door open, the three of them entering, and swinging it shut with a quiet click, though their giggles of excitement could be heard down the stairs of the common room.'


So..shorter chapter.

Sorry about that, but I have a good reason.

I have driving lessons.

YES THAT'S RIGHT, I GOT MY PERMIT.

(Finally)

So I really apologize for how short this chapter is, BUT it introduced quite a bit, George and Calista's first meeting being the main point. The Durmstrang men will also play a part in this fanfic, though the Beauxbatons won't, since..there's no real point, CALI HAS LUNA AND CHO TO KEEP HER COMPANY.

And possibly the golden trio, but I don't want all the attention drawn to them, since this is a fic about George and Cali.

This chapter isn't really as exciting as I wanted it to be. I felt that I had let it down by not putting as much into it as the first chapter. Though the first chapter had to have background, and all that good crap.

ALSO

There will be slight swearing in this fanfic, and please do not flame for language. We all use it in day to day basis, so it shouldn't be that big of a problem.

Again, I'm really sorry this chapter isn't as long as last time, and any spelling errors that I made. I tried really hard to go through and make sure I got them all, but I'm not expecting it to be completely error free.


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