The soft snoring of her bulky roommate almost lulled the blond to sleep. But she can't fall asleep, and she knew that- or else she will be late for her classes. The girl took out her wand and cast a Tempus Charm. It was exactly Five Thirty in the morning. There must be people in the showers by now.

Sitting up, she placed her sock-covered feet in a pair of slippers and made her way to her trunk. Taking out her clothes and thick wool coat, she exited her dorm room and went to the girl's bathroom.

The shower stalls were half full by the time she arrived. Some people are early risers like her- but most of them really can't sleep properly in this cold, harsh weather. Luckily, the water is always hot at her school, moreover because of the temperature.

"Good morning." A familiar, hoarse voice with a quite French accent murmured from behind her. Not even bothering to face the person, she nodded before opening the door to a shower stall. "Good morning, Sierra." The blond replied, entering the said stall before closing it quickly to undress.

There was a snort from the other side of the door. "Oh, please. No one would want to take a peek at you, petite sotte." The brunette chided. Rolling her eyes, the blond opened the shower. The hot water stinged her not-so-delicate tanned skin.

She could hear the loud chattering and footsteps as more and more females entered and exited the showers. She heard the door of the shower beside her open and close again. She assumed it was Sierra, for no one really wanted to shower beside her due to her singing. Though she usually doesn't sing in the shower nowadays.

The blond kept thinking about her decision to enter the Twiwizard tournament. It was supposed to be held at Hogwarts Academy at Scotland. Scoffing, she thought of the many possibilities where she might die or survive during the tasks. Her father told her about the Twiwizard Tournament years before, so she had the idea that the three tasks are hard.

The very famous seeker Viktor Krum entered the tournament too, as she expected. 'That Krum,' She thought scathingly, 'He thinks he's SO cool because he's a stupid seeker in his stupid Qudditch team- always showing off with his stupid Firebolt! I'll hit that twit in the face if it weren't for the fact that it might ruin my well-earned reputation.' She rolled her eyes. 'Very tempting, though. I think I'll try it tomorrow.' She thought with a grin, proceeding to wash her hair with a slick purple potion.

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"Krum."

"Angelov."

The brunette raised an eyebrow. "Still looking as ugly as ever, aren't we?" She said scathingly.

The Bulgarian just laughed, a deep rumbling sound from his throat- and very un-Krum-like, too. "It's nice to see you haven't changed a bit too. Still as pretty as yesterday." He complimented. Lips twitching in annoyance, she sneered. "Stop your acting, Krum! I just don't GET you." She gritted her teeth as the seeker merely raised an eyebrow. "Don't get what, Angelov? The fact that I'm trying to say that I like you but you won't accept it?" He explained calmly.

The girl felt her cheeks heat up but she stopped it from being obvious by glaring at the Bulgarian. "I thought I told you STOP IT!" She half-shouted. There were a lot of giggles from the forming crowd, but one glare from her and they shut up. The man shrugged- just a casual roll of his shoulders -and grinned un-characteristically. A sync of sighs and swoons could be heard in the wide corridor.

"What can I say? It's true, anyway."