"V-V-V-Vikdor Krum?!" Morana practically yelled.
"Yes, Morana," I said. "'Vikdor Krum' is here!"
"Sdop mocking me!" Morana whined. Morana moved away from Draco and turned around to see Viktor.
"Ohmygod!" she said. "Thad-thad really is Vikdor Krum! Ohh no. No no. He can't see me like this! No! I'm sick! No!"
"Well, so is heeee..." Aura said, turning to look at her. Aura's voice trailed off because when she turned around to look at Morana she was putting the hood of Draco's robes up to cover her face. "What the f**k are you doing?"
"If I'm do meet Vikdor Krum he can'd look ad me while I'm sick!" Morana answered.
"Come on," Draco said softly to Morana as he walked closer to her. "Show me that pretty face of yours." He took the hood off, but Morana quickly put it back on.
"No," Morana said. "No, Morana's pretty face will be back when she's nod sick anymore."
Draco took the hood off again. "Well whoever's saying this must be lying." Morana smiled up at Draco, unsure of how to respond. But then she didn't have to. Draco kissed her forehead.
WHY ARE THEY SO FUCUKING CUTE?!?!
Sooo anyway! After a little bit the Hogwarts students followed the Durmstrang students up the steps. Morana gave Draco his robe back, which he at first refused until she forced him to take it. Although they did this with smiles on their faces, and they were just the cutest things.
God, when I get in a relationship I want it to be like theirs.
We got in the Great Hall and sat at our usual tables. The Ravenclaw table had guests from Beauxbatons, which Xenia was freaking out about. Xenia was looking at Aura and me, and since she was sitting near one of them (there was only one person between them) she pointed with her mouth wide at them like she was screaming, then gave us a thumbs up.
I giggled at Xenia, although to be perfectly honest I would've reacted the same way.
The Durmstrangs sat over at the Slytherin table, which Morana was freaking out about, too. Although she seemed to be asking herself why she had to be sick on the day that Viktor f**king Krum came to Hogwarts.
At the Slytherin table Draco and his goons Crabbe and Goyle (along with a bunch of other students) looked very smug about the fact that Vicktor f**king Krum and other Durmstrang students were sitting with them. As I was looking at them I saw Draco leaning forward to talk to Viktor (although little did I know he was asking Viktor for an autograph for Morana; can we give a best boyfriend award over here?!).
When all the students were in the Hall the staff started coming in with the two headmasters and one headmistress at the end of the line. The Beauxbatons students rose to their feet when Madame Maxime came into view, and they didn't sit back down again until she was sitting next to Dumbledore's seat. For some reason some Hogwarts students laughed at them for doing that. We all do things differently. Plus it's a sign of respect. If that's how they do things at Beauxbatons we can't laugh at them for doing something a little different.
Dumbledore was still standing, and silence fell in the Great Hall. He then spoke, "Good evening, ladies and gentlemen, ghosts and - most particularly - guests." Dumbledore beamed at the Beauxbatons and Durmstrang 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. The tournament will be officially opened at the end of the feast. I now invite you all to eat, drink, and make yourselves at home!"
The plates filled themselves as usual, but there was more variety to the food. I guess that added French food for Beauxbatons and...a different...kind of...food for the Durmstrangs.
The Great Hall felt a little more crowded than usual despite the fact that there weren't even twenty other students. But it was probably the uniform color difference. Beauxbatons' was blue and Durmstrang's was (now that their fur was off) a deep blood red. And we just had a simple black.
So we ate our food and talked as usual (we all tried French and whatever food; they were good!) when Megan Jones (a Hufflepuff girl my age) said, "Oh! That's why Filch added four chairs instead of two!" Some of us looked where she was looking and saw that the announcer guy from the Quidditch World Cup, Ludo, and another guy were sitting at the staff table. I wonder when they got here?
So we ate and ate and ate, then dessert came and we ate some more.
After everyone was done their food Dumbledore stood up.
"The moment has come," he said with a smile. "The Triwizard Tournament is about to start. I would like to say a few words of explanation before we bring in the casket 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 some polite applause - "and Mr. Ludo Bagman, Head of the Department of Magical Games and Sports." My eyes widened as there was a much louder round of applause for Bagman. I'm guessing the majority of us knew who he was! Who was he, you might ask? Why, he used to be a Beater for the Wimbourne Wasps!
"Mr. Bagman and Mr. Crouch," Dumbledore continued, "have worked tirelessly over the last few months on the arrangements for the Triwizard Tournament, and they will be joining myself, Professor Karkaroff, and Madame Maxime on the panel that will judge the champions' efforts." At the word "champions" the listening students listened more intently. Dumbledore smiled, probably noticing the attentiveness. "The casket, then, if you please, Mr. Filch."
Filch, who was lurking in a far corner unnoticed, walked to Dumbledore holding a wooden chest with jewels encrusted on it. There was a murmur of excitement and interest from the watching students.
"The instructions for the tasks the champions will face this year have already been examined by Mr. Crouch and Mr. Bagman," Dumbledore continued as Filch put the chest on the table in front of him, "and they have made the necessary arrangements for each year, and they will test the champions in many different ways...their magical prowess - their daring - their powers of deduction - and, of course, their ability to cope with danger."
Ah, yes, of course! What's a competition without knowing how to cope with danger?!
I guess other people weren't too thrilled about it either, because the Hall was completely silent. You couldn't even hear anybody breathing.
"As you know," Dumbledore calmly went on, "three champions compete in the tournament, one from each of the participating schools. They will be marked on how well they perform each of the Tournament tasks and the champion with the highest total after task three will win the Triwizard Cup. The champions will be chosen by an impartial selector: the Goblet of Fire."
What's this "Goblet of Fire" that you speak of, Professor? It sounds cool!
Dumbledore took his wand out, and tapped it thrice on the top of the casket. It creaked open slowly. Dumbledore reached inside of the casket, and pulled out a wooden goblet which by itself was un-impressive, but it was filled with blue fire. Dumbledore closed the casket, then put the goblet on top of it so everyone could see it.
"Anybody wishing to submit themselves as champion," Dumbledore said, "just write their name and school clearly upon a slip of parchment and drop it into the goblet. Aspiring champions have twenty-four hours in which to put their names forward. Tomorrow night, Halloween, the goblet will return the names of the three it has judged most worthy to represent their schools. The goblet will be placed in the entrance hall tonight, where it will be freely accessible to all those wishing to compete. To ensure that no underage student yields to temptation I will be drawing an Age Line around the Goblet of Fire once it has been placed in the entrance hall. Nobody under the age of seventeen will be able to cross the line. Finally, I wish to impress upon any of you wishing to compete that this tournament is not to be entered into lightly. Once a champion has been selected by the Goblet of Fire, he or she is obliged to see the tournament through to the end. The placing of your name in the goblet constitutes a binding, magical contract. There can be no change of heart once you have become a champion. Please be very sure, therefore, that you are wholeheartedly prepared to play before you drop your name into the goblet. Now, I think it is time for bed. Good night to you all."
Everyone then left to go to wherever they were sleeping. I went to the Hufflepuff dormitory (duh) where Erica would not stop asking me questions!
"Who do you think is gonna be selected?" Erica began, asking her questions a bit fast. "Who from each school? What'd'ya think the tasks are gonna be like? Oo, I hope we enjoy watching them! Don't you kinda wish you were seventeen so you could compete, but because Dumbledore said the word 'danger' you're kinda glad you're not?"
"Okay!" I said. "Erica! One question at a time, please! Uh, I don't know who's gonna be selected because I don't even know who's entering!"
"I am!" I heard a voice. I looked up and saw Cedric Diggory.
I smiled at him like the idiot I am, although I made a lousy attempt to hide it. "Well, I hope you get it."
"Thanks, Tess."
"No problem, Ced." Cedric then walked away. I sighed. "Anyway, um, Erica? I don't know anybody who doesn't go to Hogwarts! Okay? Soo, I can't answer that question. Um, dangerous, indeed. I'm unsure how, though. Um...yeah, actually. I kinda wish I was seventeen, but like you said. Danger. Now come on, Erica. You should get some sleep."
"Okay! Good night, Tess!" Erica hugged me good night, then went to her dormitory to sleep. I then followed her lead and went to bed myself.
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