Monday, October 31, 1994

Nova sat in one of the archways of the courtyard outside the Great Hall, smoking a Kamel Red and staring out at the huge Durmstrang boat on the Black Lake. She couldn't help but be jealous of the Scandinavian students; they got to openly learn Dark magic, and Nova would have been like the best student ever if her parents would have let her go there instead of Hogwarts. But she was a Malfoy, and Malfoys had been Slytherins for centuries. She had to accept her family legacy, and the exciting part of that legacy would come after school, so she tried not to be bothered by it. Hogwarts wasn't that bad.

She should have been patrolling the halls before dinner, since she was Head Girl. Nova had been chosen for the position for her amazing magical skills, but she really didn't care about grades or submitting to authority or anything. She got away with shirking her duties easily, because she was really intimidating and always managed to just make the prefects cover her shifts.

Nova flicked her cigarette away to the ravine below and walked into the Great Hall. It was finally time for dinner, and after, the moment everyone had been waiting for, the Goblet of Fire. Naturally, Nova had entered, and would definitely be selected. A lot of other seventeen and eighteen year old students were too intimidated to put their name in, because they realized they would absolutely not be chosen when Nova was in the mix.

The Halloween feast was extra delicious and sugary, but Nova grew anxious as it went on too long. It wasn't that she was nervous about getting chosen, she was just bored and wanted to go be alone already. Nova thought most Hogwarts students were stupid and their talking annoyed her, so she liked to be by herself whenever possible.

The plates finally cleared themselves, and Dumbledore explained the Goblet's decision making process. He instructed the chosen champions to walk up to the staff table and go into the side chamber for further instructions after their names had been called. With a grand movement of his wand, all the lights in the Great Hall went out and the Goblet erupted in white-blue flames.

After sparking bright red, the Goblet returned to its blue color as a piece of parchment flew out. Dumbledore caught it and announced, "The champion for Durmstrang, Viktor Krum!" Nova clapped, eager to compete with a national league Quidditch player.

Nova had literally just signed an agreement with the English national team on her eighteenth birthday, and she would be starting as a Chaser right after graduation. Since she was Slytherin's Quidditch captain for the last five consecutive years, Nova was a natural choice for the country's team. She just wished her parents would let her drop out and play already, it wasn't like she needed to study anymore now that she had a secure future in Quidditch. But anyways.

The Goblet turned red as it emitted another entry slip. "The champion for Beauxbatons, Fleur Delacour!" Ugh, the veela, Nova thought with disgust. Conventionally pretty girls were always stupid, Nova knew it for a fact. She decided that Fleur's veela charm must also work on magical objects, because Fleur seemed as dumb as a bag of bricks. Nova looked at the other Beauxbatons girls and laughed loudly, as she noticed a lot of them were crying. Her housemates looked over at her so she stuck her finger up at them. Even the other Sacred 28 pureblood kids were too annoying or boring for Nova to like. She didn't even like talking to her idiot kid brother, Draco.

Finally it was time for the Hogwarts champion. Nova rolled her eyes and mouthed along with Professor Dumbledore as he said, "And lastly, the Hogwarts champion, Nova Malfoy!"

All of Slytherin erupted in applause. Nova's whole house liked her even though she made it exceedingly clear that she didn't like them. She got up and followed Dumbledore's instruction to go to the side room. As she walked away, she heard him address the school.

"We now have our three champions!" Dumbledore said rhetorically. But then the Goblet flashed red again, sending a fourth piece of paper flying from it. The Hall went silent as Dumbledore caught the slip. He cleared his throat and read, "Harry Potter!"

What the hell? Nova thought angrily. How did a fourth year student get chosen? Nova was glad that no one cheered for Potter. She had always thought the world would have been better off if someone else would have just nipped the little shit in the bud after Voldemort failed.

After a long minute, the "cHoSen OnE" finally appeared through the door. Nova, Viktor and Fleur all glared at Harry.

"Well look at you, fuck face," Nova snapped at Harry before the professors could join them. "Managed to get yourself in the center of the action as usual." Harry opened his mouth to speak, but Nova was really scary.

Ludo Bagman came in and seemed to think the whole thing was exciting. None of the other champions shared his enthusiasm, least of all Nova.

Bagman, Crouch, Fudge, Dumbledore, Kakaroff, Maxime and Moody went back and forth for what seemed like forever. Nova spaced out, she just wanted them to hurry up and render the Goblet's decision invalid. But Dumbledore's stupid whimsical 'everything happens for a reason' streak won out, and it was decided that Harry would be competing with the rest of them.

The teachers and students split ways as everyone headed back to their houses. As soon as the Hogwarts professors were out of sight, Nova whipped out her wand and Petrified Harry.

"You're going to lose and I don't care if you die doing it," Nova spat, then she also literally spat on him while he was down. She headed to the Slytherin common room, leaving the idiot kid to wait for the spell to wear off. Nova felt pretty certain that no one would help Potter if they came across him tonight anyways. As she walked to the dungeon, she tried to shake off her irritation and allow herself a moment of pride for being chosen, even though she never doubted that she would be.