discontinued, re-write titled "Mind Over Matter".
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❞𝐘𝐨𝐮❜𝐯𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐠𝐮𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞. . .❞
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Liliana Granger never sought out the adventures of life, she'd grown comfortable in what she knew and applied...
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"They don't make them like that at Hogwarts!"
"I don't believe it!" Ron breathed, in a stunned voice, as the Hogwarts students filed back up the steps behind the party from Durmstrang. "Krum, Harry! Viktor Krum!"
"For heaven's sake, Ron, he's only a Quidditch player," said Hermione.
"Only a Quidditch player?" Ron repeated, looking at her as though he couldn't believe his ears. "Hermione - he's one of the best Seekers in the world!"
Atlas, who couldn't seem to fathom the idea that Viktor Krum was actually at Hogwarts seemed elated. "I 一 I can't believe he goes to Durmstrang. I 一 that means he was probably there when I was!"
"And you left?" Ron blurted, eyes wide, unbelieving.
Liliana rolled her eyes. "At least try to act like you still fancy being at Hogwarts."
As they recrossed the entrance hall with the rest of the Hogwarts students heading for the Great Hall, Harry saw Lee Jordan jumping up and down on the soles of his feet to get a better look at the back of Krum's head. Several sixth-year girls were frantically searching their pockets as they walked -
"Oh I don't believe it, I haven't got a single quill on me -"
"D'you think he'd sign my hat in lipstick?"
"Really," Hermione said loftily as they passed the girls, now squabbling over the lipstick.
"I'm getting his autograph if I can," said Ron. "You haven't got a quill, have you, Harry, Atlas?"
"Nope, they're upstairs in my bag," answered Harry as Atlas shook his head regrettably.
"Lils?" Ron questioned, hopefully.
Liliana shook her head, however, rummaged in her pocket and pulled out a chapstick. "Maybe he'll even want to kiss you too," she teased; Ron scowled.
They walked over to the Gryffindor table and sat down. Ron took care to sit on the side facing the doorway, because Krum and his fellow Durmstrang students were still gathered around it, apparently unsure about where they should sit. The students from Beauxbatons had chosen seats at the Ravenclaw table. They were looking around the Great Hall with glum expressions on their faces. Three of them were still clutching scarves and shawls around their heads.
"It's not that cold," said Hermione defensively. "Why didn't they bring cloaks?"
"The lot of them prefer style, 'Mione," noted Liliana, who'd remembered France 一 specifically Paris 一 prized themselves on fashion. "Thought you'd know that considering 一"
"Over here! Come and sit over here!" Ron hissed, interrupting Liliana. "Over here! Hermione, Lils, budge up, make a space -"
