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Freyja woke up and got dressed into her usual uniform and walked out on to the deck, she sat on the edge of the ship watching the lake. She enjoyed watching the waves roll. Today, would be the day that her school's representatives would enter the competition. Her uniform consisted of a red dress with black belt and black tights. As well as her usual black heeled boots. Freyja's pale blonde hair was tied up in a ponytail and there was a red bow in her hair. She was cold but didn't want to move to collect her coat and gloves. Soon, a figure appeared from behind her and dropped a coat around her shoulders.

"Goooood morning." Came the voice of Poliakoff, Freyja turned around, scowling.

"No, not good morning. Bad morning, bad bad morning." Said Freyja, tiredly. "Can we go yet, I'm starving?" She asked, as she looked at her best friend. Poliakoff laughed and stood up, no longer crouching. Freyja smiled and stood up, pulling her jacket on. She pulled her gloves out of her coat pocket and slipped them on. The Durmstrang girl linked arms with Poliakoff and the pair walked towards the school.

"Jeg kender ikke min vej rundt." Said Freyja, sighing. She looked around sighing.

"Ingen." Responded Poliakoff, suddenly, he grabbed Freyja's arm and pulled her over towards a younger black haired boy.

"It's HARRY POTTER!" Said Poliakoff, pointing at the boys forehead. Freyja rolled her eyes.

"It's rude to point." Responded Freyja, rolling her eyes. She watched as a brunette appeared beside Harry Potter.

"Excuse me, do you know the way to the great hall?" Asked Freyja, towards the girl as Poliakoff continued to look excitedly at Harry Potter.

"Yes, I do." Said the girl, in a matter of fact tone. "I'm Hermione."

"Could you show us the way? I'm Freyja, by the way. Also, could you please show me the library, I'd like to study in case this idiot gets chosen." Said the blonde, smiling.

"Maybe, we could meet up in the courtyard and I'll take you to the library after school." Offered Hermione.

"How about tomorrow?" Asked Freyja, "My school are all putting their names into the goblet tonight."

"That sounds good." Said Hermione, nodding. "Hey, Fred and George!" She called as two ginger boys and a boy with dreadlocks walked over.

"What do you want, Hermione?" The gingers asked together, Hermione rolled her eyes at the twins and pointed at Freyja. Hermione then dragged Harry off somewhere.

"I'll see you tomorrow!" Called Freya, towards Hermione before she whacked Poliakoff around the head.

"Ow! Hvad har jeg gjort?" Asked Poliakoff, holding his sore head. Freyja glared at him "du stirre på den stakkels dreng som han var en slags freak show." She responded, hitting his head once again.

Freyja's eyes soon turned towards the three Hogwarts students. "Sorry, could you please take me and my friend to the great hall, we're new here and neither of us know our way around." Said the blonde, looking at the dreadlocked boy "Why do you smell of smoke, and potion?" Asked Freyja, looking at them. "You'll find out later." Responded one ginger, smirking. Poliakoff rolled his eyes, until he spotted a few of his male Durmstrang friends and walked over to them. Freyja looked down, feeling awkward. Until she spotted drool in the corner of one of the boys' mouths.

"Fleur." She said, smiling. The Delacour's were close family friends, on her mother's side.

"Freyja!" Exclaimed the older blonde girl, smiling as she ran and hugged Freyja. Freyja smiled as she hugged the part veela.

"Poliakoff ditched me and I'm not going back to the ship, shall we go to the great hall?" Asked Freyja, smiling. Fleur nodded, and linked arms with Freyja. The two girls left the group of three men.

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"So, what's it like to live with boys, just boys every day?" Asked one of the girls at the table. Freyja was sat with the Beauxbatons group and was immensely enjoying it.

"It's kinda dull, I mean, boys are ridiculous and proud. It's mostly lonely, I'm the only girl in the entire school and it's like a school of brothers." Said Freyja, sighing. "I just want to go to a school like yours or Hogwarts." Freyja then took a bite out of a blood red apple. "Anyway, I'd better get going, lessons await."

Freyja waved goodbye to all the Beauxbatons girls and walked over to Poliakoff, pulling him from his massive breakfast. She continued to eat her apple.

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Later that evening, Freyja was watching as students placed their names into the goblet. The Durmstrang boys (except Viktor) all placed their names into the cup. Freyja watched as different Hogwarts students placed their names into the goblet. One of the most interesting ones being a boy wearing yellow on his Hogwarts robes, he was pushed past the aging line by his friends. He placed his name into the goblet. Then, he hugged his friends. Freyja walked over towards him.

"Hello." She said to him, smiling.

"Hello." He responded, "What's your name? I'm Cedric, Cedric Diggory."

"I am Freyja Karkaroff." Said Freyja, smiling. "I'm from Durmstrang."

"Well, I'd better get going, my friends want me. I'll see you around." Said Cedric, smirking as he ran off to his friends. Freyja sat down next to Hermione, watching Cedric.

"You like him." Said Hermione, looking at Freyja (who sighed and nodded) "Look, it's people from your school."

Freyja watched as the two redheads from earlier ran in, there were cheers from all the Hogwarts students. She was curious, but Hermione was criticising their plan to use the aging potion to enter their names. The dreadlocked boy was also there, rounding up cheers. The two gingers drank their potions and jumped over the age line, there were cheers coming from all directions. The twins placed their names into the goblet, and cheers came from all the Hogwarts students. Suddenly, they were thrown from the circle and had aged for more than a few months. They had long white beards and were laughing, at each other. The dreadlocked boy was laughing at them, as was the entire room. This was, until Viktor and her father walked in, dramatically. This wasn't a surprise to Freyja, since the only way Viktor seemed to enter a room was dramatically. It was the same for most of the Durmstrang students. All except Freyja and the first years. The first years were just pompous prats. After Viktor dropped his name into the goblet, Freyja stood up and walked out after him, running up to catch the older boy. Once Viktor noticed Freyja, he slowed down, smiling at her.

"Freyja, who was the beautiful girl sat next to you?" He asked, looking at Freyja.

"And I'm not beautiful?" Asked Freyja, in mock hurt. Viktor laughed and looked at Freyja. "Her name's Hermione and she can be found in the library."

Freyja smiled as she walked over to Cedric Diggory, and sat down beside him. "Hello, Mr Diggory." She said, looking at Cedric. "The boys at my school, they talk constantly about how brave and mighty they have to be to put their names in the Goblet of Fire, are you mighty- Mr Diggory?"
Freyja smiled as she looked at Cedric- he had his signature smile on his face. "I wouldn't exactly call myself mighty."
"Humble as well." She said, smiling, she felt a tap on her shoulder and turned to see Polikoff. "I need to go, this conversation will be continued- Mr Diggory."

Freyja smiled as she stood up and left the room, she linked arms with Polikoff- as she headed to the ship.

Freyja spent the time before the early, regulated bedtime studying for her lessons the next day. Eventually, the bell rang for curfew and Freyja was forced to go to bed. She slipped under her thick covers and promptly fell asleep.


Jeg kender ikke min vej rundt.

I don't know my way around

Ingen

Neither

Hvad har jeg gjort

What did I do?

du stirre på den stakkels dreng som han var en slags freakshow

You were staring at the poor boy like he was some sort of freakshow.