❝elizabeth diggory was doing perfectly fine - thank you very much... well, until she fell in love with the enemy.❞ Enemies. That's what Elizabeth Diggory and Draco Malfoy were. Enemies. A half-blood and a pure-blood. A Gryffindor and a Slytherin. The misfit and the entitled. What could possibly go wrong? Well, apart from the raging war that was going to occur during Elizabeth's years at Hogwarts... Who didn't love adventure with a tad of tragedy?