Beca was not the most expressive person when it came to her emotions.
She was used to just holding it all in, not letting the world see how she was truly feeling. It wasn't a huge deal, Beca didn't feel much anyway. She was pretty unresponsive to a lot of situations such as sappy movies and graduation speeches.
But today Beca was feeling everything. Shock, disbelief, despair and so many other feelings she couldn't really describe and it was all a bit overwhelming.
Beca knows she wasn't the only one in this situation, Chloe was friends with everyone. Which was probably why people were so emotional about the fact she was chosen by the Goblet of Fire for this years Triwizard Tournament.
There were many different reactions to Chloe Beale's name being called to represent Hogwarts in the Triwizard Tournament. They ranged from excited cheers and supportive whistles to gasps and withheld cries for fear of the girls life because the event was life threatening. One of the last Hogwarts representatives, Cedric Diggory, was a clear example of that.
Chloe stood from the audience across from Beca, hugging a few of her Hufflepuff friends before making her way over to the other two contestants she'd be competing against who gave her nothing but stern looks as she smiled brightly at them and it was just so Chloe.
To think Chloe Beale, of all people was going to be thrown into situations where she'd have to fight, fend for herself and survive brutal conditions and situations was pretty alarming and concerning because the Triwizard Tournament was so not Chloe Beale.
After the assembly had been dismissed Beca pushed her way through the endless crowds of greens, blues, yellows and reds, mixed with some light blues from the Beauxbatons Academy of Magic and some dark reds and greys from the Durmstrang Institute. She was trying desperately to find the familiar head of red hair bobbing around in the crowds but it was difficult with so many people and the added disadvantage of Beca's low height.
Beca was getting panicked now. Her breath became laboured, her pushing more aggressive and her calls for Chloe's name more frantic before she felt a tap on the shoulder.
Beca turned around swiftly, eyes wide as they met the exact bright blue ones she was looking for. Without a second thought Beca began whacking Chloe's arm with her herbology book to which Chloe slightly recoiled but she clearly wasn't taking Beca seriously.
"Hey-He-Hey Beca!" She exclaimed as she grabbed hold of Beca's study book. "These are not yours, you know. You got to look after them."
"Why didn't you tell me!?" Beca cried, ignoring Chloe's point and Chloe visibly softened, a look of worry taking over her features.
People were still going by, pushing past the two, giving them disgruntled looks along with congratulating Chloe with supportive pats on the backs and 'good luck, Chlo''s.
But Chloe was ignoring them now, her full attention on the obviously distressed Slytherin in front of her.
"Tell you what?" she asked softly.
"You put your name in the Goblet of Fire!" Beca yelled as she shoved Chloe but Chloe stood tall, a frown covering her face.
When Beca went to shove Chloe again Chloe grabbed hold of the smaller hands to which Beca fought but ultimately failed as Chloe pulled the shorter girl into a tight hug.
"Let go of me!" Beca cried into Chloe's shoulder, tears finally escaping, but Chloe didn't let go, she only held on tighter.
"I've been saying for years now that I would put my name in, Beca. I just assumed you knew" Chloe whispered into Beca's ear, trying to make less of a scene than they'd already created.
Beca finally stopped flailing in Chloe's arms and returned the hug fully. "I didn't think you would actually do it" she whimpered. "You could die, Chloe!"
"Hey, hey!" Chloe started rubbing Beca's back, trying her hardest to calm the younger girl down. "Your lack of faith in my ability is really kind of rude, Mitchell." Beca laughed a little at that before swatting Chloe's arm. "There you go, there's that laugh I love so much."
Beca nuzzled into Chloe's shoulder further. The crowds had dissipated now and Chloe and Beca were the only two left in the hall, making every whimper and every whisper echo through the room.
"You have to promise me something, Chloe."
"Anything you want, Mitchell" Chloe said as she placed a kiss on the top of Beca's head, still holding on as tightly as before.
"You have to promise me, and I mean it Chloe, you have to keep this promise!" Chloe nodded. "Promise me you won't die." Chloe chuckled lightly. "Don't you dare laugh!" Beca growled.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I promise you, with all my heart" Chloe said as she slowly pulled away, holding tightly onto Beca's shoulders and looking intently at her. "I will not die."