The Twice Blessed Child

Chapter Thirty-Three

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Previously on The Twice Blessed Child

I counted backward from ten and soon I was out of the mist and back in my bed. I shook my head. I quickly made a rainbow to call Chiron.

"Anastasia I don't have an answer yet," Chiron said

"That's not why I'm calling," I said

"Then why are you?" Chiron asked

I told him why I asked my questions.

"Do whatever you need to, to stay alive. If that involves being you then so be it." Chiron said

"Thank you, Chiron," I said

"Of course Anastasia," Chiron said

The rainbow disappeared. I climbed out of bed and headed to the bathroom to change into nightclothes. When I walked back into my dorm I noticed that the other girls were looking at me.

"Can I help you with something?" I asked

They didn't say anything so I just walked back over to my bed.

Right after breakfast the next day we were all taken back into the room from the previous night. We were all sitting in the room with Ludo standing in front of us.

"Great I feel like I'm in class," I said

Cedric, Terry, and Harry smiled. The other champions and there plus ones didn't look too happy.

"We are just waiting for the missing three adults," Ludo said

We waited for a few more moments before Dumbledore, Igor, and Madame Maxime walked into the room and moved so they were standing behind their champions.

"Okay now that everyone is here let's start. So everything is exactly the same as before but now instead of going into the tasks alone, you have someone else. This also means someone to help you figure the tasks out. I also think that for the duration of the games that all the champions will have their own rooms in the castle. Now the two visiting schools you don't have to use the rooms that are giving to you they are just here if you need to get away from your classmates. Now that we have you here I would like to introduce someone that will be covering the games." Ludo said

There was a puff of smoke and a flash of light. A well-groomed and dressed colorfully woman stands in front of us. Rita Skeeter.

"What a charismatic octet. Hello!" the woman said

We all kind of just look at her. She walks over to us and shakes each of our hands.

"I'm Rita Skeeter, I write for the Daily Prophet. But of course, you know that don't you. It's you we don't know, you're the news. What quirks lurk beneath those rosy cheeks? What mysteries do the muscles mask? Does courage lie beneath those curls? In short; what makes a champion tick. Me, myself and I want to know. Not to mention my rabid readers. So, who's feeling up to sharing? Mmm? Shall we start with the youngest? Lovely." Rita said

Harry and I don't move.

"Oh come on Anastasia," Rita said

"Okay, fine Rita," I said

We follow Rita into what was once a closet.

"This is cozy," Rita said

"It's a broom cupboard," Harry said

"You should feel right at home then. Don't mind if I use a quick quotes quill do you?" Rita asked

"Actually before we start this is going to be just like when I had you write that article about Harry's Godfather understand," I said