Chapter 15: Moody, Beards, & Tickle Fights...

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"Brilliant isn't he! Completely demented of course, terrifying to be in the same room with, he's really been there you know." Ron excitedly tells us as we're walking out of DADA.

"Terrifying..." I mutter staring at the floor as we walk.

I think Hermione noticed because she put a hand softly on my forearm and said to Ron, "There's a reason those curses are unforgivable, and to perform them in a classroom. I mean, did you see Neville's face?"

Neville's face was almost identical to mine. I say almost because I don't show much emotion when I'm terrified of something. I kind of just sit there with a blank look on my face and pain in my eyes, quite equivalent to Snape's everyday face actually.

As we descend the stairs, we approached a dark figure slouched against one of colorful, stain-glass windows.

"Neville?" Hermione asks the boy in a soft voice, afraid she might startle him.

I hear heavy footsteps behind us and see Mad-Eye approaching us.

"I'll see you later guys," I mumble to the trio and briskly descend the rest if the remaining stairs.

I don't think I can look him in the face right now and not throw up. What he did was horrible.

I shook my head of the thoughts of my previous class and made my way to the Great Hall to watch people put their names in the Goblet of Fire.

I found a seat at the top of one of the many wooden bleachers surrounding the Goblet and silently watched 2 underaged Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff students attempt to put their names in.

I then watched a few older student put their names in before Harry, Ron, and Hermione arrived.

They made their way over to me and the boys sat down on the row below me while Hermione sat next to me.

"Eternal glory, be brilliant wouldn't it? In three years from now, we'll be old enough to be chosen." Ron said just as Cedric Diggory put his name into the Goblet. Many people cheered and patted him on the back as he returned back to his friends.

"Yeah, well, rather you than me," Harry said a bit distant. I understand why, I mean, every single year here at Hogwarts he's been the center of attention and has had basically, 'Glory.' He hates it, he doesn't want to be 'The Chosen One,' he wants to be normal, and so do I.

My thought we cut off by two very obnoxious, red-headed, Weasley twins.

"Yeahhhhhh,""Wooh!!" They barged in cheering. I roll my eyes at them.

George stands on the bottom row of the bleachers next to us and shouts, "Thank you, thank you! Well, lads, we've done it!"

Fred joins him, "Cooked it up just this morning!"

"It's not going to work," Hermione sing-songed beside me.

The twins made their way towards us.

"Oh yeah? And why's that Granger?" Fred asked her crouching beside us.

"You see this?" Hermione motioned to the large ring around the Goblet of Fire. "This is an age line. Dumbledore drew it himself." She told him smartly.

"So?" Fred asks nonchalantly.

I let out an unintended snort.

"Think somethings funny, Potter?" George asks appearing next to Fred.

I only smirked at him and replied, "So, a genius like Dumbledore couldn't possibly be fooled by something pathetically dimwitted such as an aging potion."

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