Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or anything affiliated with it, except my own creations based off J.K. Rowling's brilliant series.
I spy Cedric in hallway a few compartments over, his tall, well built form turned away from me. Heading up the aisle, I flick a bit of the dark brown hair at the nape of his neck.
"Hey Diggory, are you ready to be creamed in quidditch this year?"
"Not likely, midget," he rubs my head and I wrinkle my nose at him. It really does annoy me when people comment on my height, but I hide it behind a laughing exterior. A bit put off, I turn to leave.
"I'm not that short," I toss curly, black locks over my shoulder and smile before flouncing over to the compartment housing the rest of the Ravenclaw quidditch team: Roger Davies, Cho Chang, Duncan Inglebee, Grant Page, Randy Burrow, and Jeremy Stretton.
I grab a fresh croissant from my bag, "So Davies, what's the plan for training this year?"
"Uh…"
"Please tell me you do have a plan this year? We can get someone to take over if you're too busy with your romantic endeavors." I grin at him sweetly and bat my eyes. I've never found Davies as attractive as the rest of the school seems to find him, plain brown hair, loveless brown eyes, and a heart only for pretty girls with loose morals.
"I have a plan!"
"What snog all the Ravenclaws in the school?"
"No, his plan is to snog all the non-Slytherin girls," Randy chimes in. The six of us chuckle and the Ravenclaws in the compartment nearest us look over in apparent interest. As soon as I empty my flask of pumpkin juice and gobble down my croissant I race from the compartment to wander the rest of the train.
I end up running into the Weasley twins. "Hey there Kat," screams Fred, or George.
"You want to buy a skiving snackbox?" says George, or Fred.
"It can get you out of class!" the other twin continues.
"I still have half of my supply from last year!" I laugh.
"It can't hurt to buy more."
"It can hurt my wallet," I counter.
"Oh come on, Whitehorn!" One says.
"You dad makes galleons!" the other finishes.
"That's dad!" They link arms with me and drag me to their compartment, pulling a large trunk down from the overhead. I continue, "If you have anything else useful, I do have a bit of allowance, but I was saving that for Hogsmeade."
"Whitehorn, have you met us?"
"We make lots of stuff."
"You name it, we have it."
I smile at them, defeated, "Show me what you got?"
They grin at each other wickedly before launching into a giant list of things and pointing at each in the trunk, "extendable ears, love potions, pygmy puffs, pimple vanishers, quills, canary creams, ton-tongue toffee."
My mouth hangs open as I try to find something non-threatening and legal that I can buy, "what kind of quills?"
"Smart answer, self inking, and spell checking," the second twin says.
"Ooh! I could actually use the spell checking one. How much?"
"For you, six sickles," One grins.
"And for everyone else?" I ask.
"Three sickles, eight knuts," the other says.
I hand them four sickles, and they grab a small Weasley Wizard Wheezes box from within the suitcase. They hand it to me and reach into a coin purse to pull out change.
"Keep it," I say, "You guys don't have much to run the shop with."
When I realize that we're nearing Hogwarts I try to leave the compartment but they refuse to let me leave until I promise to buy more WWW products later. I make it back to the Ravenclaw Quidditch compartment and pull my robes on for departure. Yanking down my trunk, I exit the train with the rest of the team and we head into the great hall. We sit together at the designated table and wait for the first years to arrive by boat.
When the sorting finally finishes and the new defense against the dark arts teacher is introduced, the feast magically appears as is custom. The seven of us wolf down food as though we're starving, exercise and quidditch can do that to you. Just as the deserts begin to disappear, not before I grab another pumpkin pasty, Dumbledore stands again.
After the usual rules and bans on items he says something completely out of the ordinary, "It is my painful duty to inform you that the Inter-House Quidditch up will not take place this year."
"That's rubbish!" I yell across the entire hall, as a few other quidditch players scream in protest as well.
"This is due to an event that will be starting in October, and continuing throughout the school year, taking up much of the teachers' time and energy – but I am sure you will all enjoy it immensely. It is my pleasure to inform you that the Triwizard Tournament will be taking place at Hogwarts this year."
He continues to inform us of the history of the Triwizard Tournament and what it will be. Fred and George shout in protest when Dumbledore announces that students must be seventeen before entering.
"The Heads of Beaubatons and Durmstrang will be arriving in October and the selection of the contenders will take place on Halloween." He sends us to bed and I push through the other students so as not to get stuck behind the first years, helping them is the prefects' and head boy and girl's jobs, not mine.