𝖶𝖨𝖢𝖪𝖤𝖣 𝖧𝖠𝖳𝖤 | 𝖥𝖱𝖤𝖣 𝖶𝖤𝖠𝖲𝖫𝖤𝖸

7

"Oh, c'mon! Bet you did. Your Summer must have been so boring without us making fun of you to please your degradation kink."

"Fuck off, you twit!" I slightly pushed him to put more distance between us at the same time his friends were laughing with Fred's childish humour.

"Nah, you know what? I think now we're more mature" he started making his voice deeper and emphasising the word 'mature'. "You'll have someone to please that kink and make you a bit less bitchy. Who knows? Malfoy, perhaps?"

"Well, at least I won't need wanks. Can't say the same, can you, Freddie?" I replied, attacking directly his masculine ego.

Instead of feeling offended, as a lot of misogynistic kids at his age would do, he started laughing. I looked at him for the first time and he and his physical appearance shocked me even more than his reaction to my response.

He was definitely taller than before, with his shoulders looking wider, his jaw being more defined and his ginger hair, longer.

Wow, he was looking good, the bloody bastard...

We didn't share any other word since some professors came and guided us to the Hall where Dumbledore made his annual speech as usual, but this time some extra news appeared.

Before he could continue, someone interrupted him by opening the door. A big figure with a cane made its entrance with a huge thunderstorm and the night light in the background. He was there, one of the men who imprisoned my mother and who fought her until she fainted; Mad-Eye Moody.

My body was covered in chills and I held a gasp as well as other students who were familiar with the figure and importance of the Auror. I kinda hid behind Draco, sat by my side, hoping he wouldn't look at me and recognise me as Circe Snape's daughter. Moody shared a couple of words with Dumbledore who introduced him as our new DADA teacher and then took a seat next to Snape.

Oh, I was definitely going to miss Professor Lupin.

The big news the old man had for us was the celebration of the Triwizard Tournament. Bloody hell, that shit wasn't celebrated since a fucking century ago...

"YOU'RE JOKING!" Fred shouted, as usual, bringing all the attention to him.

Everybody giggled, including Dumbledore who was interrupted by McGonagall.

Before continuing with the rules, the old man announced this year Hogwarts was going to be the Tournament's host. As soon as he said this, he welcomed the students from Beauxbatons, the magic school from France.

The gorgeous girls entered the room with grace, wearing their blue uniforms. One of them stood out over the others and quickly caught most of the masculine attention in the room...and some feminine too.

She was tall, blond and with a slender figure. By the energy created in the room, I quickly guessed she was part Veela and even if she wasn't using her magic, she had us all enchanted with her beauty. Ten seconds later, we all knew her name was Fleur Delacour thanks to the gossips happening in the four tables.

After their headmistress, Madame Maxime introduced herself. Dumbledore welcomed the students from Drumstrang who made a quite dramatic entrance as well but in their own attempt to do, in what their opinion was, a masculine and Balkan-Nordic style entrance. Leading them, was the well-known Quidditch player, Victor Krum who made a lot of the feminine crew sigh, and a few of the masculine as well.

Followed by them, was their headmaster, the ex-Death Eater Karkaroff. Most of the Death Eaters in Azkaban were there because he decided to snitch on them to save his rotten ass from the dementors.