According to the Treaty of Treason as punishment for the school's crimes, every four years there must be the Triwizard Tournament. In this Tournament a girl and boy over the age of 15 must be chosen from each Hogwarts house. These "chosen ones" are then sent into arena with only the use of primitive weapons and a few spells. They then must kill all the other opponents and the last one standing will win and bring glory to there house. The winning house will be given the House Cup as well as being exempted from chores and weekly punishments that are enforced by the Treaty.

I scraped my hair back into a ponytail, grimaced at my reflection and took it down again. Tonight was the Announcement Feast where this school years "activities" as THEY called them could be set down. Everyone knew it was time for the Triwizard Tournament but everyone was pretending it wasn't real. I was extremely nervous knowing that since I had turned 15 in March I was eligible for the Goblet Reaping. Pursing my lips I studied my reflection in the mirror, I traced my reflection with my eyes, my small nose, the smattering of freckles, my boring brown eyes and my vibrant hair.

Sighing I decided that it wouldn't get any better I gave up and left the bathroom calling out to Hermione, "Hey are you ready?"

She poked her head from around her bedpost. "Yeah, oh you look cute!"

I just looked at her and shook my head. Hermione meant well but sometimes just didn't say the right thing.

I shook it off and said "Let's just go down."

"You nervous?" She asked her brown eyes sparkling.

"About what? The Goblet Reaping? Naw Hermione I'm as cool as a cucumber." I said sarcastically.

"No I mean about seeing you know…HIM…first time since last year and well, you have grown a lot over the summer!"

"Yeah…outwards. And no I'm not nervous its not like he notices me anyway." I said as we neared the bottom of the girl's stairs. I knew we had to finish our conversation quickly because the boys would be waiting on us. Sure enough as soon as we opened the door to the bottom of the staircase Harry and Ron bounded over looked apprehensive. This wasn't their first year in the Goblet Reaping but they were still nervous. No one from Gryffindor had won in the past 5 tournaments. The Slytherin's or careers won almost every time.

"C'mon guys. We don't want to be late." Ron said.

Once we arrived in the Great Hall I noticed the silence and a lot more Peacekeepers this year and that there was no usual chatter. The Great Hall was dead quiet. I glanced around and caught HIM looking at me. He inclined his head in my direction and then turned back around. My stomach flip flopped quickly but before I could dwell on it I was being rushed to my seat by a pair of Peacekeepers.

"Hurry Miss." They said. "We want to get started and you don't want to miss this."