Forever Isn't Real // Fred Weasley x Reader

Chapter Thirty Seven - The Other Other Halves take it Again

"I don't believe it!" Katie exclaims, "he's famous! Like actually famous and he's here?"

"Dumbledore is famous," I say in a matter as fact voice as we settle in our spots in the Great Hall.

"Not the same he's old and Krum is hot," Katie says to us, "think I can bag him?"

"No," George says plainly, "good luck with that."

"I totally could!" She shouts. But before we can respond Dumbledore takes the podium.

"Good evening, ladies and gentlemen, ghosts and - most particularly - guests," Dumbledore says beaming around at the foreign students. "I have great pleasure in welcoming you all to Hogwarts. I hope and trust that your stay here will be both comfortable and enjoyable. "

One of the Beauxbatons girls still clutching a muffler around her head gave what was unmistakably a derisive laugh.

"No one's making you stay!" Hermione whispers, bristling at her.

"The tournament will be officially opened at the end of the feast," Dumbledore says. "I now invite you all to eat, drink, and make yourselves at home!"

As the food piles on the table we move to dig in. I keep my eyes on the other students. Krum now sitting at the Slytherin table seems to have the rooms attention. But another is a girl from Beauxbatons. The attention of men and women across the room rests on her.

"That bitch is a Veela," Melody says as she elbows Mikey, "hey you! Mr. about to be single."

"Sorry," He mumbles looking back to his food. I move resting my head on Fred's shoulder capturing his attention. He moves pecking my temple. Hoping to show his dedication instead of seeming like he cares more about the girl. It's a cute gesture but unneeded. I know I don't really have to worry about other girls.

"Veela could you imagine being one of those?" Katie asks, "all the attention on you."

"If you wanted attention so bad go on one of the dates I ask you one," Lee says looking over at her, "I'll give you attention."

"I don't want your attention," she says crossing her arms, "I want the attention of pretty French boys. Or buff Drumstrang boys."

"Ouch that's gotta hurt," Mikey says smirking at Lee however ignoring his own distracted girlfriend.

"The moment has come," Dumbledore says as the groups meal ends, smiling around at the sea of upturned faces. "The Triwizard Tournament is about to start. I would like to say a few words of explanation before we bring in the casket -"

"The what?" Harry mutters.

"-just to clarify the procedure that we will be following this year. But first, let me introduce, for those who do not know them, Mr. Bartemius Crouch, Head of the Department of International Magical Cooperation" - there was a smattering of polite applause - "and Mr. Ludo Bagman, Head of the Department of Magical Games and Sports. "

There was a much louder round of applause for Bagman than for Crouch, perhaps because of his fame as a Beater, or simply because he looked so much more likable. He acknowledges it with a jovial wave of his hand. Bartemius Crouch did not smile or wave when his name was announced.

"Mr. Bagman and Mr. Crouch have worked tirelessly over the last few months on the arrangements for the Triwizard Tournament," Dumbledore continues, "and they will be joining myself, Professor Karkaroff, and Madame Maxime on the panel that will judge the champions' efforts. "

At the mention of the word "champions," the attentiveness of the listening students seems to sharpen. Perhaps Dumbledore had noticed their sudden stillness, for he smiles as he says, "The casket, then, if you please, Mr. Filch. "