Heya everyone and welcome back to Celestin. I really want to thank you for your reviews for the last chapters. Most of you thought that I did the right thing in which house I put Celestin-Harry into – that he would have done well in Slytherin, but for his mission Ravenclaw was best. I'll admit I was wrong about the comment I said at the end of last chapter in my notes however. What I meant was that I haven't seen any Harry-in-Ravenclaw fictions. But, If any of you can think of any I should read, please tell me. Thank you to those who already have.
You will probably notice that some – but definitely not all – the dialogue comes from HPatGoF, chapter 12. Although this chapter might seem that I'm going to be following the book like a good girl from now on, just know that some very large twists will be coming very soon to the story line.
But anyway, enough from me, I'm sure you're all impatient to get on with reading the new chapter, so I give you (…dramatic music…) Chapter Eight! (Round of applause!)
Last time on Celestin:
Celestin finally made it to Hogwarts, but after an interesting arrival via the lake in which he saved one Denis Creevey; Celestin made his first big appearance as Harry Potter. Though the sorting was hard (as Celestin is still hiding his assassin identity), the hat manages to discover something of Celestin's mission and sorts him into Ravenclaw house…
Chapter Eight
House of the Eagle
Celestin made his way over to the Ravenclaw table as the thousands of students clapped, though he noticed that the clapping went on significantly longer than the other clapping he had heard while he was waiting to be sorted. As he reached the table, he was greeted by Anthony, who was grinning from ear to ear as he slung his arm over Celestin's shoulders and began to lead him towards the table.
'Man, I'm so glad you made it into Ravenclaw!' he said with barely concealed excitement. 'You know, if you'd gone into Slytherin or something, Zabini would never have let me live it down!'
'You made a bet on which house I'd get in?' Celestin asked in amusement as he sat down between Anthony and Terry. The latter groaned.
'Yes. That idiot,' he jutted a thumb over at the beaming Anthony, 'and Zabini were arguing all the way up to the castle about which house you would have gone in. I think you would have given them a heart attack if you had been sorted into Hufflepuff or Gryffindor.'
Celestin shrugged. 'I don't think I'd have done too well in those.' He said calmly, before glancing over towards the teacher's table, where Albus had once more held up his hand. Everyone followed Celestin lead, soon falling silent.
Albus beamed down at them, his blue eyes twinkling behind his half-moon glasses. 'Well, I only have two words to say to you now,' he said, spreading his arms wide. 'Tuck in.'
Anthony cheered, snatching up his knife and fork as the golden plates suddenly filled with the greatest assortment of food that Celestin had ever laid eyes on in one sitting. It even rivalled the banquets that he had attended amongst some of the vampires that Marius had met. Smells and sights that made his stomach rumble and his mouth water assaulted his senses. Down the table, he heard some of the new first-years gasp. Celestin smiled a little as he reached out and began to pile his plate high with everything he wanted and started to eat. He had to admit that the house elves that had made it were even better than Lucy was when it came to food. Bede would have loved it there.
Celestin would have enjoyed it a hell of a lot more if it weren't for the fact that there was at least half the table staring at him. Celestin gazed round and slowly swallowed, before frowning. 'What?'
He immediately regretted it, as about four or five people began to speak at once, before a girl – perhaps a year older than him and of Oriental origin said quite loudly. 'All right enough. Leave him alone until later! I'm sure you can pester him after the feast.
'But Cho-!' a reddish haired girl wined. However, the girl – Cho? – cut her off.
'Come on, Marietta, he's only just got here. I'm sure he's tired.' She said quite rationally.
'Oh, all right…' the other girl grumbled. However, the other Ravenclaws were not to be deterred so easily and continued to argue with Cho. Celestin rubbed his head slightly, already feeling a headache coming on. He had forgotten what it was like, being around a large group of people his age. While he had been training, it was always with people who were older than him – usually much older when it came to the Vampires that Marius had introduced him to. To be honest, it was starting to irritate him.
'I didn't think I was so popular,' Celestin said sarcastically.
Anthony choked on whatever he had been eating and had to be hit across the back several times by Terry before he could say anything. Celestin looked at him with mild concern. 'You alright?'
The other boy looked at him strangely. 'What do you mean, "you didn't think you were this popular"? You defeated You-Know-Who, didn't you!'
Celestin gave a non-committal hum, before wincing slightly as the very loud argument that was still going on a little further down the table.
'But can't we-'
'No Padma!'
Celestin was really trying not to give into the temptation of cursing someone. 'Who is that, anyway?'
'Who, her?' asked Terry, looking around at Cho. 'She's one of the prefects – or at least, she became one this year. She's a year above us – plays Seeker in the Ravenclaw Quidditch team. Actually, she's the only girl we've got on our team.'
It looked like Cho had finally managed to calm everyone down for the moment (thought Celestin was sure that she hadn't deterred them completely. They would probably try again tomorrow) and turned to Celestin apologetically. 'Sorry about that. I guess that it was just a shock meeting you and everything, especially since everyone thought you died thirteen years ago.' She stuck out a hand in a friendly manner. 'I'm Cho Chang.'
Celestin sized up the person who had helped to stop people from bothering him just yet, though he felt a little odd in doing so, since she was a woman, but still, even death eaters could be female. Not that he expected Cho of being one, but it still made him feel more comfortable—safer—to know everything he could about the people around him, just in case.
Cho Chang was a slim girl, about a head shorter than Celestin was with long dark hair and warm, almond shaped eyes that were welcoming. Celestin smiled and took the offered hand. 'Harry Potter.'
'I'm sure Anthony and Terry'll show you how everything is, but if you need any help, I'm one of the prefects now, so just ask, okay.'
'Thanks. You know, I was worried they'd be bugging me all through the feast.'
Cho laughed before turning to the girl she had referred to as Marietta, who gave her a slightly sour look – although Celestin got the feeling she was joking.
Now that Celestin didn't have everyone starring at him or trying to interrogate him, he glanced up at the teachers' table once more. Albus sat in the centre, staring up at the ceiling, his chin resting on steepled fingers. Wondering what was fascinating the headmaster so much, Celestin took a moment to glance up as well, just as what looked like lightning streaked across a turbulent sea of black and grey. Oh yes, now he remembered. He had read that the ceiling was enchanted to look like the sky outside. It definitely gave him a new appreciation for his now warm and dry state.
Looking up at the ceiling a moment longer, he went back to his inspection of the staff table. One of the teachers was the smallest man that Celestin had ever seen, looking somewhat like a shaved dwarf as he perched on a stack of cushions. In contrast, Hagrid was sitting precariously on the seat that looked a little too small for him, and looked extremely wet (much like the rest of the first years.) Celestin spared a moment of sympathy. Next sat a woman with flyaway hair, her hat askew, talking with another professor, whom he didn't yet know the name of. Between this teacher and McGonagall sat a man with greasy hair, a hook-like nose that reminded him of a bird of prey – like a vulture of some type – and dark eyes that seemed like cold endless tunnels. Those tunnels swerved in Celestin's direction and locked onto his eyes. If it was possible, they seemed to harden even more. He wondered just what he had done to gain that reaction when he felt a brush against his Occlumency shields. Celestin was immediately on guard, evicting the person from his mind before they could gain any information from him. The professor recoiled slightly, bringing a hand to his temple. Celestin gave him a warning glare.
Now he remembered who this person was. Marius had told him about one Severus Snape, who had once acted as a spy in Voldemort's ranks. Unfortunately, he also had something of a grudge on Celestin's father. And with Celestin looking much like his father – even more so if he hadn't grown out his hair – Celestin knew it was unlikely that Snape was going to like him much either. He snorted and went back to eating again. For now, that wasn't important.
It didn't seem long before most things were devoured and the remains melted away, leaving the plates as spotless as they were beforehand – and were immediately filled with pudding.
Anthony seemed to have some sort of reputation for being someone with a black hole for a stomach and immediately piled his bowl with a mix of puddings that Celestin was sure weren't meant to be served on one plate. Celestin watched with something close to fascination as Anthony devoured everything at lightning fast speed. Terry spotted the surprise on Celestin's face. 'I don't think I've ever seen someone eat more than their own body mass before.' Celestin breathed in amazement. Terry just sighed witheringly, obviously used to this behaviour from the other Ravenclaw boy.
'Don't mind him, Harry.' Terry said calmly, taking a sip of his pumpkin juice from his goblet. 'He always eats like that.'
'I just wonder where all the food he consumed went to,' Celestin mused aloud.
'Not his brain, that's for sure.' Terry grumbled.
'Hey!' Anthony cried out indignantly, his mouth full of goodness knows what, succeeding in spraying a few bits onto the unfortunate individual who was sitting across from him.
'Ugh! Anthony! Don't talk with your mouth full. Dimwit,' the dark-haired boy growled, snatching up a napkin to whip the nix of ice cream and treacle tart from his face. At least Anthony had the decency to blush.
'Oops. Sorry Michael.' Anthony apologised sheepishly after swallowing down the food in his mouth. Michael just snorted and went back to finishing eating, muttering under his breath about the boy's awful habits while Terry sighed and Celestin tried not to laugh.
Finally, the remains of the puddings also vanished, leaving them, once more, clean and sparkling. Albus stood once more and the buzz of chatter ceased almost at once, the hall so silent that the howling wind and drumming of rain could be heard loudly from outside. Albus, however, didn't seem to notice the storm outside and beamed over at everyone.
'So! Now that you have all been fed and watered, I must once more ask for your attention, while I give out a few notices.
'Mr Filch, the caretaker, has asked me to tell you that the list of objects this year has been extended to include Screaming Yo-yos, Fanged Frisbees and Ever-Bashing Boomerangs. The full list compromises some 437 items, I believe, and can be viewed in Mr Filches office, if anyone would like to check it.'
Somehow, from the way Albus' mouth twitched slightly, he knew as well as Celestin did that a grand total of no one would do that. Either way, he continued. 'As ever, I would like to remind you that the forest in the grounds is out of bounds to students-' here, Albus' eyes flickered over to the group of red-heads, a sandy haired boy and a black boy on the Gryffindor table. Obviously, he wasn't the only one to notice, as from across the room, Daphne and Zabini looked as if they were trying to hold back a laugh. Albus continued. '-As is the village of Hogsmeade to all below third year.
'It is also my painful duty to inform you that the inter-house Quidditch Cup will not take place this year.'
'WHAT!'
Celestin winced as almost everyone in the room screamed either denials or shock, making his sensitive ears throb. He wouldn't have been surprised if his eardrums had burst. Cho, Michael, Anthony and a few others looked just about ready to jump out of their seats in shock. He noticed Daphne being restrained by Zabini. Some people, such as two of the redheads in Gryffindor that looked like mirror images of each other were so shocked that they could only mouth something, unable to form the words.
Dumbledore continued over the noise and everyone reluctantly calmed again. 'This is due to an event that will be starting in October and continuing throughout the school year, taking up much of the teachers' time and energy – but I am sure you will all enjoy it immensely. I have great pleasure in announcing that this year at Hogwarts –'
BANG!
A roll of thunder was almost drowned out by the door as they were thrown open, crashing into the walls. There in the doorway was a silhouetted figure leaning against a long staff and shrouded in a thick jet-black travel cloak that dripped on the ground.
Everyone spun around in their seats to stare at the figure, frozen, but Celestin was the only one to react. He twitched his hand, the wand sliding out of his wrist-holster and into his hands, ready as he spun in his seat, so he could move at a moment's notice, pointing his wand at the man. And all in a few seconds before his mind had even processed the fact that this man could be dangerous. The movement, however, seemed to have attracted the man's attention. The man threw back his hood, shaking out grizzled hair as he strode forwards, an odd clucking noise made every other step until he reached Celestin, who didn't move, his wand still trained on the man and his eyes narrowed dangerously.
There was another flash of lightning from above, momentarily illuminating the stranger's face. Everyone gasped, Celestin heard someone stifle a scream. Even Celestin had to school his face blank to cover a wince. It was as if he was looking at a carving of a man, made by someone clumsy and unskilled, where the sculptor had made terrible mistakes. Every inch of his skin was gnarled and scarred, some thick and ropy, others thin and shimmered white in the light. His mouth looked like a grim line, his nose looked as if someone had yanked part of it away in what Celestin could only guess was during an event that could only have caused one hell of a lot of pain. But even though his face was more than a little disconcerting, his eyes were practically terrifying. One was human, small, dark and beady, holding a wary look that Celestin instantly recognised to be akin to the one that was always present in his own eyes. The other, however, was large, easily twice the size of its counterpart and round as a coin, almost glowing an electric blue that sent shivers down your spine. It moved constantly in every which way possible and then some not possible, spinning completely in the opposite direction, so only the whites could be seen – And all independently of the normal eye. As the stranger reached him, both eyes fixed on Celestin's, then flickered to the wand in his hand. He reached for it, but pulled back in surprise when Celestin's other hand shot out, grasping hold of the man's sleeves and moved the wand so it now pointed directly at the man's heart. Everyone gasped once more.
However, far from being angered by Celestin's actions, the gash of a mouth curved into a grim smile that made his face look even more twisted than before. It made the gargoyle that protected Albus' office look pretty. A deep, guttural chuckle broke from the stranger's throat.
'Very good, boy!' the man's voice was horse sounding and rough as stone, but clearly impressed. It seemed almost to echo through the grave-silent hall. His eyes fixed unmoving on Celestin's face. 'Well done. I'm impressed, Potter. You were the only one to react to what could have been a danger.' Celestin gave a slight start at the use of his other name, releasing his hold on the man's sleeve. The man noticed and nodded. 'Yeah, I know who you are, laddie - Harry Potter, the Boy-Who-Lived. I look forward to our next meeting.'
The man gave a bark of a laugh and moved away from him, making his way up towards the staff table. Celestin let out the breath he hadn't realised he had been holding, letting his wand arm fall to his side, though he didn't release his hold on it. Beside him, he heard Anthony and Terry sigh in relief as well.
Terry tentatively touched Celestin's shoulder as he forced himself to relax. 'Merlin, Harry. That was so fast…but…why? Nothings going to happen with Dumbledore here…'
'You'd be surprised,' Celestin whispered in response as his eyes followed the stranger, who had now reached the staff table and was now shaking Albus' hand with his own gnarled one, while Albus questioned him in an undertone, the stranger responding in kind, unsmiling. 'I've seen too many people die not to be careful.'
He felt Terry flinch hard at that, but ignored it. He would never truly know just how true the statement was anyway. He would never know he meant more than just his parent's deaths. It was better that he didn't know more than that. And for now, Celestin had a job to do.
The stranger had now sat in the only seat that had been vacant and, after sniffing a plate of sausages, pulled a knife and fork out of his cloak and began to eat, his vivid blue eye still restlessly roaming the students. Albus now turned to face the stony silence of the hall.
'May I introduce our new Defence against the Dark Arts teacher,' Albus said brightly, contradicting the stillness that belonged in a morgue around him. 'Professor Moody.'
There were very few who applauded except for Albus and Hagrid, any others who did clap, did so fleetingly, and fell silent soon after. Everyone else was too transfixed by the man's appearance that they couldn't keep their eyes of him. It looked like all they were capable of doing just then. If Moody noticed his icy welcome, he didn't show it as he pulled a hip flask from somewhere within the folds of his cloak and took a swig from it, ignoring the pumpkin juice on the table as if it were a contagious disease.
'Moody?' Celestin said absently. 'As in the Auror?'
'Mad-eye Moody,' Anthony whispered, half awed, half disturbed. 'Merlin…'
More like damn, Celestin thought grimly. Alastor Moody was once one of the best Aurors out there until he retired and was more paranoid than both Celestin and Marius on a bad day. And with Celestin himself on the Aurors' hit list along with some of the death-eaters they never caught, Celestin really didn't want to be on the receiving end of that paranoia. He would have to be careful…
"Now then, as I was starting to say, " Albus continued, "I am very happy to announce something that has not happened in the Wizarding World in over a century. It is my great pleasure to inform you all that the Triwizard Tournament will be taking place at Hogwarts this year."
A redhead from the Gryffindor table jumped up. "You're JOKING!" he exclaimed loudly.
The tension that filled the hall with Monody's arrival suddenly broke. Almost everyone burst into a fit of laughter and Albus himself chuckled at the exclamation in appreciation. Celestin found his lips twitch as he fought a grin.
'I am not joking, Mr. Weasley, although now that you mention it, I did hear a good one over the summer about a troll, a hag and a leprechaun who all go into a bar –'
'Ahem!' McGonagall cleared her throat loudly in a not so subtle hint as to get on with it.
At least Albus had the decency to look embarrassed.
'Er – but maybe this is not the time…no…' he coughed in embarrassment, before straightening and continued. 'Where was I? Ah yes, the Triwizard Tournament… well, some of you will not know what this Tournament involves, so I hope those who do know will forgive me for giving a short explanation, and allow their attention to wander freely.'
Celestin bit back a snort of laughter. If Marius had heard something like that, he would have had a hissy fit. If his attention had ever wandered when he was younger, even if he had heard it before, he would lightly slap him on the back of the head. Or, at least, lightly for a vampire, anyway. So that usually meant that Celestin would suddenly find his face planted in the table.
'The Triwizard Tournament was first established between the three largest schools of wizardry in Europe – Hogwarts, Beauxbatons, and Durmstrang – about 700 years ago. A champion was selected to represent each school, and the three champions competed in the three magical tasks placed before them. Every five years one of the three schools would take its turn in hosting the competition. It was considered an excellent way of establishing ties between young witches and wizards of different nationalities – until, that is, the death toll mounted so high that the tournament was discontinued.'
Terry choked next to him. 'Death toll!' he whispered in alarm.
However, he was one of few that seemed fazed by that fact. Anthony was staring but at Albus in excitement, rubbing his hands together. Over on the Slytherin table, Celestin saw Daphne and Zabini whispering animatedly at each other. All through the hall Celestin could hear the hissed whispers of excitement. Celestin probably would have been more interested than he was if he wasn't feeling suspicious about the whole thing anyway. Still, he was mildly interested in what the tasks would be.
'There have been a number of attempts over the years to start it up again, with no luck. However that changed, due to the hard work and efforts by the departments of International Magical Co-operation and Magical Games and Sports. All the wizards and witches involve in the planning has worked very hard to ensure the champions will not be in any kind of mortal danger. Hogwarts itself has made a few precautions in order to ensure the safety of the participants,' here, Albus glanced over at Celestin, who nodded ever so slightly. 'The heads of Beauxbatons and Durmstrang will be arriving with their short listed contenders in late October and the selection of champions will take place at Halloween. An impartial judge will decided which students is worthy to compete for the Triwizard Cup, the glory of their school, and a thousand Galleons in prize money.'
Anthony's face lit up in rapturous joy. 'I'm going for it!'
'Don't be stupid, 'Tony,' Terry muttered. 'You'd probably get yourself killed.'
'Hey!'
'Shush,' Celestin broke in before they could begin an argument, as Albus had started talking once more.
'Eager though I know all of you will be to bring the Triwizard Cup to Hogwarts,' Albus continued. The Hall immediately fell silent. 'The heads of all three schools, along with the Ministry of Magic, have agreed to impose an age restriction on contenders this time around. Only students who are of age - that is to say, seventeen years or older - will be allowed to put forward their names for consideration. This -' Albus had to raise his voice now as no few people made sounds of protest that made Celestin's ears hurt. Anthony swore loudly. ' Is a measure we feel is necessary, given that the tasks will still be difficult and dangerous, whatever precautions we take, and it s highly unlikely that students below sixth and seventh year will be able to cope with them. I will personally be ensuring that no underage student hoodwinks our impartial judge into making them Hogwarts Champion.' His eyes twinkled as they looked over at the Weasley twin's mutinous faces and Ron's furious expression. 'I therefore beg you not to waste your time submitting yourself if you are underage.'
'Nuts,' Anthony muttered. Celestin held back a snort.
'The delegations from Beauxbatons and Durmstrang will be arriving in October, and remaining with us for the greater part of the year. I know that you will extend every courtesy to our foreign guests while they are here, and will give your whole-hearted support to the Hogwarts champion when he or she is selected. And now that it is late and I know how important it is to you all to be alert and rested as you enter your lessons tomorrow morning. Bedtime! Chop, chop!' Albus beamed.
Everyone got to their feet in a symphony of scrapings and banging as they made their way towards the large doors. Celestin gave one last glance towards the staff table, where Albus was now talking softly to Moody. His eye also caught Snape as he was looking in Celestin's direction with a slight frown. Noticing Celestin's eyes, his face turned icy once more. Celestin just met his eyes a moment longer, before he turned and followed Anthony and Terry out of the doors once more.
'Come on, Harry. Ravenclaw tower is this way,' Terry said as they joined the troop of Ravenclaws that were heading towards the strange staircase that seemed to have a life of their own. Celestin watched as one of the stairs began to change its direction on its own accord. 'Oh yeah, you better keep an eye on those,' he added, seeing where Celestin was looking. 'They like to change.'
'Thanks for the warning,' Celestin said appreciatively as they followed the Ravenclaws up the stairs.
'I still can't believe Dumbledore put an age restriction on that thing,' Anthony muttered as they walled. 'I know that I could do it if I tried.'
'Are you still harping on about that?' Terry grumbled. 'You did get the part where he said that people have died in this thing.'
'Yeah, so?' Anthony said brightly, causing Celestin to miss a step as he tried not to smack his head on the banisters with a groan. Terry didn't even try to hold it back as he smacked a hand to his forehead.
They finally reached a large painting of a man sitting on a rocking chair by a blazing fire that was situated somewhere close to a room that looked like a library (figures, Celestin thought). The oldish looking man was sucking on a pipe and there was a book resting in his hands. He looked up at them through his oval glasses and, realising there were people approaching, raised his head to look at them properly, taking the pipe from his mouth. 'Password?'
'Enlightenment,' said Cho, who was a little in front of them.
'Same to you, my dear,' the man said, before the painting swung forwards.
Celestin raised an eyebrow at the password. 'What is it with this place and odd passwords, anyway?' he asked his new friends. Both just shrugged. Celestin blew out a sigh and followed them through the hole that the painting had revealed.
Celestin looked around at the room they had now entered. It seemed like they had come into some kind of round common room. The walls were a calm sky blue, lined by tapestries that looked hundreds of years old. Warm silver-glowing lights brightened the room considerably. There was an ornate looking mantelpiece, a fire flickering comfortingly in the grate, while there were a few low armchairs scattered in front of the fire. Next to a window that was overlooking the lake – which looked more like a storm sea just then – was a long table surrounded by chairs which were obviously for study purposes. The ceiling was high with an eagle painted up there in bronze, its wings outstretched. Celestin let out a long, low whistle.
Cho began to direct the first year girls through the door that would lead into their dormitories.
'Yeah, I suggest you don't go up there,' Anthony said with a slight wince. 'There's some doozy of a trap if a boy tried to go in there.'
Celestin's eyes widened slightly and he whipped round to look at the boy. 'You didn't!'
'He bloody well did,' grouched Terry as he led them up a staircase towards the boy's dormitories. 'You should have seen the commotion that made!' Flitwick was furious.'
Celestin didn't know whether to groan or laugh. Just what was he getting himself into?
The young assassin was pleasantly surprised by the dormitory layout. They had entered a curricular shaped room (they had to be in one of the towers) with a thick plush, dark blue carpet. The outer walls were lined with large, queen-sized four-poster beds, the hangings and curtains also in a rich Ravenclaw blue velvet. Their trunks had already been brought up from the train.
'Hey, look!' Anthony said with a laugh, pointing to one of the beds with a trunk in front of it, baring the name "Harry Potter". 'Dumbledore must have had a premonition. He's got you a new bed up here and everything!' he smirked at Terry. 'I told you he was an obvious Ravenclaw.'
Terry, who was clambering into his own bead at the time, looked as if he didn't think the remark deserved a response.
Celestin drew the curtains found his own bed in order to get changed, so that no one else would fret about the scars littering his chest and back. It was too late to take back what Anthony, Zabini and Terry had seen on the train, but he didn't want the entire bloody tower to know about it as well. Even though they were jokers when together, Celestin knew they would at least keep that quiet…at least, for now.
Flopping down on his bed, he arranged a place under his pillow for his wand, just ion case he needed it quickly and lay back into the pillows, arms behind his head as he stared at the canopy of his bed with a slight frown. It seemed as though he already had a few complications in his mission. Snape and Moody both teachers. He already knew that Snape disliked him by association – that is, by being the son of one James Potter. But then there was an over-paranoid ex-Auror who was going to be his Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher. With that magical eye, it was going to be hard to fool the man into thinking of him like any normal student instead of some potential threat, although he did seem pleased by Celestin'' reaction to his entrance. He grimaced. Which probably meant he was going just as paranoid as the old man.
Now that didn't bode well for his sanity in general
…Or what was left of it, anyway.
Celestin sighed and turned on his side, closing his eyes. For now, it would do no good dwelling on it. What would come would come and all Celestin would be able to do was prepare. Best to think of the solution, not the problem. And the first thing would be to get a good night's sleep. He would need all his wits about him when lesson's started the next day, especially with a well known vindictive teacher who had him on his hit…er…hate list.
Celestin snorted. Nothing's ever easy.
TBC
Chosha's Notes
Hm…I swear I'm getting longer chapters, or is it just me? Anyway, notes time!
All right, just to let you know Cho will not have any real significance to Celestin's life – especially not his love life. I just used her for convenience. Secondly, I have no clue where Ravenclaw common room is, so I just made it up. Of course, JK never mentions what Ravenclaw common room or dormitories look like, so I made that up too. What do you think of them? Lastly, if anyone is a Rurouni Kenshin fan, here's a challenge for you. Could you spot the RK quote I used? Extra credit if you can tell me which RK thing it was from (including Samurai X). Just for fun, you know.
I can't think of anything else to comment on, but if you spot something, you just let me know and I'll do my best to answer. But, either way, please review. I'd love to know what you guys think.
One last thing to do…
Next time on Celestin:
New enemies, new allies, and a lot of other interesting happenings including a lesson with Snape. What will he think of this new and improved Potter this time round? Next episode: Hogwarts Perception.
Well, until then, Ja ne!
Chosha Kurenai xXx