| ||Rating: 15+||Story Reviews: 14|
Characters: Dumbledore, McGonagall, Cedric, Cho, OC, OtherCanon
Genre(s): General, Humor, Action/Adventure
Pairings: Cho/Cedric, Other Pairing
Status: Work In Progress|
First Published: 2015.07.21
Last Published Chapter: 2017.03.19
Last Updated: 2017.03.19
Favorite Story Of: 3 users
| ||Advisory: Mild violence, Sensitive topic/issue/theme, Spoilers|
|This author is an HPFF Angel.|
Eleanor Branstone’s life was just fine. Sure she seemed to cause strange things to happen, but she was so overlooked they were easily forgotten. But then she received a letter from a puzzling school called Hogwarts. Eleanor’s life is about to become much more complicated with a centuries-old tournament, a mysterious godmother, and the rise of a villain everyone said was long gone.
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After being lifted by Hestia so she could reach over the bars, Erika leaned over and placed the monitor exactly where she should. But when it went close to Eleanor the box sputtered and sparked as if someone had poured water on it. Or if someone with magic had tried to use it…
|2||The Fogging Glass
Erika rolled her eyes and grinned at Eleanor. “Sure, when I have to wake you for school I get beaten with a pillow. But when your friend wakes you –”
|3||The Acceptance Letters
A short, plump woman with short black hair smiled cheerfully in the doorway (which after all this time was still unlocked). Eleanor gasped; this was the lady from her dreams! She never thought the lady actually existed, let alone would show up at her house.
|4||Off To -- Wait -- Hogwarts?
She pressed her hand against the barrier to make sure it was solid – which it wasn’t. Her hand passed through it as if it were nothing but a projection.
|5||Welcome to Hogwarts
But she never hit the hard ground. Eleanor paused a moment, trying to figure out what had gone wrong with her fall. She felt around for a firm place to push herself off again, and touched someone’s face.
|6||What Goes Up
“Very good, Miss Branstone. Would you mind staying after class?”
|7||Must Come Down
Eleanor sputtered in the sudden vinegar and almost screamed in frustration. Instead of screaming, she settled on flopping on the stone floor until life seemed ready to ease up on her. “Anyone want to drop out of Hogwarts with me?” She exclaimed at the ceiling, rephrasing something Helen would say whenever she did badly on a test.
|8||The Other Schools
“So they’re coming in a week?”
|9||The Red Fire
Then Filch was beaconed carrying a jeweled box older than the Dumbledore himself. Eleanor barely listened to the next thing Dumbledore said, just wanting him to open the box already. Finally he lifted his wand and tapped the lid of the casket three times.
|10||Two Hogwarts Champions
“Harry Potter.” His voice echoed across the room.
|11||The Dragon Enclosure
“Sweet Merlin why did he have to be first?” Phoebe grabbed the person next to her – which happened to be Owen – and stared at Cedric.
|12||A Touch of Romance in the Air
“So Cedric’s going with Eleanor.” Owen said, writing it down on a piece of parchment.
The last present had to be from Hestia. Her mother’s comment with her dress robes made her think it would be something fancy for her to wear to the ball; maybe some makeup or jewelry or something for her hair. But she also knew it wasn’t like Hestia to get her something to make her look pretty; Hestia was much too practical for glamorous jewelry. Then what could be inside such a tiny box?
|14||A Flurry of Couples and One Sad Giant
“Poor guy. Wouldn’t intentionally hurt a fly and yet he’s afraid of being accused as a vicious killer.” Waverly whispered.
|15||The Cutest Couple at Hogwarts
As the date of Cedric and Cho’s one-month anniversary came nearer the Hufflepuffs were starting to treat it as a top-secret operation. With all the lists of what should be on the menu, the arguments of what Cedric should wear, and the schedule for what should happen when, Eleanor wouldn’t be surprised if there was a map of the kitchen stowed away in Phoebe’s bag somewhere.
|16||The Black Lake
“How is Cho?”
Eleanor felt strange, as if merely showing Gabrielle the common room wasn’t sufficient to portray why Hufflepuff was her house. There was no way to show the hours Eleanor spent sprawled across the tables getting help from anyone and everyone, or the beauty that is falling asleep on the couch next to the fireplace and waking up in your bed, or the collective laughter that happened randomly yet released the perfect amount of stress at the right time.
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