𝔭𝔥𝔦𝔩𝔬𝔭𝔥𝔬𝔟𝔦𝔞 | (noun) An overwhelmingly and unreasonable fear of falling in love
❝𝐈 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮.❞
❝𝐖𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐈 𝐜𝐚𝐧'𝐭 𝐬𝐚𝐲 𝐢𝐭 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤.❞
❝𝐈 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰.❞
𝘐𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝘍𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘎𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘰𝘯 𝘞𝘦...
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As we arrived at Hogwarts, a carriage was in the sky, being pulled by a group pegasusses. (I googled the correct plural form) Everyone rushed over to get a good view.
"Well, there's something you don't see everyday." I commented.
On the Black Lake, what looked like a small boat was sailing on the waters. Then the small boat rose up and revealed a large ship. The sails were let down and it showed a dark red emblem. It sailed toward the castle.
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Dumbledore stood in front of the professor's table at his usual podium as he spoke, "Now we're all settled and sorted, I'd like to make an announcement." The big door of the great hall opened to Filch jogging in, heading towards Dumbledore.
"This castle will not only be your home this year, but home to some very special guests as well." Filch kept jogging, it was probably actually his running. He's probably going to have a heart attack soon.
"You see, Hogwarts has been chosen—" the tired man finally reached the headmaster and started whispering something to him. After a minute, Filch turned back toward the door and 'ran' back.
"So—" Headmaster Dumbledore continued. "Hogwarts has been chosen to host a legendary event: the Triwizard Tournament."
People from all tables were surprised and started whispering.
"Now for those of you who do not know, the Triwizard Tournament brings together three schools for a series of magical contests." the headmaster explained. His eyes were twinkling with a gleam from the light through his half-moon glasses. "For each school, a single student is selected to compete."
"Let me be clear, if chosen you stand alone. And trust me when I say — these contests are not for the faint-hearted." he warned. "But more of that later." he waved off.
"Please join me in welcoming the lovely ladies of the Beauxbatons Academy of Magic! And their headmistress Madame Maxime." Dumbledore introduced.
On cue, girls wearing pretty, light periwinkle blue dresses and funny looking matching hats, entered the great hall. The walked up, stopped, and gestured one hand toward their right side to the kids sitting their and sighed? Moaned? Something.
