Chapter I: One Day Left
"Miss Chambers, you are limited to one trunk per person, per person, do you understand?" The Headmaster grumbled, this would be a long, tiresome journey, of that he could be sure.
"But Headmaster Julius, I must, I repeat, MUST have more than one!" The girl whimpered.
"And why is that Miss Chambers?"
"I simply cannot fit all of my belongings in a single trunk! It's absurd. I have my makeup, my shoes, my summer outfits, my fall outfits, my winter outfits, my spring outfits, my school supplies, my feminine items…"
"Stop right there Miss Chambers," The last thing Headmaster Julius wanted to hear about was 'feminine items'. He sighed, she was truly hopeless. "May I suggest you ask for assistance on an extension charm?"
She groaned, "Fine," before waltzing away severely disappointed.
"Students, may I get your attention for one moment!" The Headmaster cried, his voice booming. The students in the Cafeteria suddenly turned towards the podium, stopping their rushing about for a moment, all their eyes transfixed on him. "Thank you," he said, slightly disheveled from the whole mess. "Headmaster Dumbledore of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry has been kind enough to extend his invitation to the Triwizard Tournament to Los Afortunado Public School. He would be very displeased to know that a day before we are to head off, not one of you is prepared!"
A hand was raised in the back, that of Mr. Williams. The Headmaster gave a hopeless sigh, what did the boy want with him this time. "Yes Mr. Williams," the instant the words fled his lips he regretted them, another smart-aleck remark from one of the school's most renowned troublemakers.
"Julius," he said in a derogatory manner, "If it is truly a 'Triwizard' Tournament, why would there be four schools competing?" He smirked. The boy lived to torment the elderly Headmaster; God only knows why the man tolerated it.
"Because," he spoke in monotone. "Headmaster Dumbledore, like I have just stated Mr. Williams has invited us. We should all be… thankful for his extended hand." The Headmaster was less and less sure about this whole mess as they became closer and closer to departing.
It was to be a long night.
Disclaimer: I am not J.K. Rowling, nor do I make a profit via this work.
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