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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(A/N): Hi everyone! I am so sorry to have kept this chapter waiting so long, I've had an incredibly busy week, and I won't lie that my writer's block was most certainly there, but here it is finally!
Now, there is a lot of dialogue from the previous chapter, however, there are new scenes - specifically after sirius's reply gets read aloud, harry's gift to liliana, and the actual yule ball (out in the gardens, and when ron argues with hermione) - this is just a revised version, and I'd like to know which one you guys prefer more, or if you'd like a mix of both, so I can continue on the next chapters based off your preference:) but, I won't keep you waiting, and I hope you enjoy!
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"So, how about that dance?"
Despite the very heavy load of homework that the fourth years had been given for the holidays, Harry was in no mood to work when term ended, and surprisingly enough, neither was Liliana, so they spent the week leading up to Christmas enjoying themselves as fully as possible along with everyone else, and Liliana couldn't ignore the fact that it was nice without a surplus amount of studies.
Gryffindor Tower was hardly less crowded now than during term-time; it seemed to have shrunk slightly too, as its inhabitants were being so much rowdier than usual which in main part was due to Fred and George, and they're great success with their Canary Creams. For the first couple of days of the holidays, people kept bursting into feathers all over the place. "Never, and I mean never let me ask the twins for a favor," Atlas had said after having transformed back into himself. "I've coughed up like four feathers ─" he hacked really loudly, "never mind, make that five."
Before long, after the continuous feather bursts and coughing up of such, all the Gryffindors had learned to treat food anybody else offered them with extreme caution, in case it had a Canary Cream concealed in the center, and George confided to Harry that he and Fred were now working on developing something else. Harry made a mental note never to accept so much as a crisp from Fred and George in future. He still hadn't forgotten Dudley and the Ton-Tongue Toffee.
Snow was falling thickly upon the castle and its grounds now. The pale blue Beauxbatons carriage looked like a large, chilly, frosted pumpkin next to the iced gingerbread house that was Hagrid's cabin, while the Durmstrang ship's portholes were glazed with ice, the rigging white with frost. The house-elves down in the kitchen were outdoing themselves with a series of rich, warming stews and savory puddings, and only Fleur Delacour seemed to be able to find anything to complain about.
"It is too 'eavy, all zis 'Ogwarts food," they heard her saying grumpily as they left the Great Hall behind her one evening (Ron skulking behind Harry, keen not to be spotted by Fleur). "I will not fit into my dress robes!"
"Oooh there's a tragedy," Hermione snapped as Fleur went out into the entrance hall. "She really thinks a lot of herself, that one, doesn't she?"
"Just ignore it," said Liliana, "she'll be heading home soon enough, although -" she looked at Hermione with a smirk "- she won't be the only one."
