Millicent woke up early the next morning and went down to breakfast with Tracey. They were an abnormal amount of people milling about in the Great Hall, everyone looking towards the Goblet of Fire. Walking towards the cup was a boy she recognized, Warrington from her house was putting his name into the cup. She put her hands together and joined the other Slytherin's in cheering him on. "If that cup doesn't pick a Slytherin, this whole thing is joke," she said to Tracey as she grabbed the dish of bacon. As the girls sat there eating the hall doors were opened and the students from Durmstrang filed into the hall and put their names into the flickering flames. The boys from the school came over to the Slytherin table, while the Durmstrang girls joined the Hufflepuffs. Poliakoff spotted Millicent and walked over to sit by her again.

"Good morning, Maleficent. Haff you slept good?" the boy asked her.

"My name is Millicent, and I slept well thank you." She wasn't much of a people person, so she didn't see the purpose in returning his question. She thought she could guess his answer, probably poorly on that drafty ship. "This is my friend Tracey, Tracey this is Poliakoff. I'm not sure of his first name."

"It's Nikolai, but everyone justs calls me Poliakoff." The boy shrugged and started eating eggs and sausage. Millicent hoped for his sake he was able to keep his clothes clean this time.

"So you put your name into the goblet. Are you at all nervous that your name will be picked?" If she was in his shoes she didn't think she could have entered her name, she wasn't at all brave.

"Not so much. Ve all know who's name shall be chosen from our school." He turned to look at Viktor Krum, who was surrounded by female admirers at the moment. Millicent followed his gaze down the table, allowing herself to finally look at him, something she'd been dying to do yet had denied herself. The girls all around him were very pretty and she felt inferior even having this small crush on him. She turned back to Poliakoff and nodded her head in understanding. Clearly Krum seemed to be the best candidate from his school. Millicent ate the rest of her breakfast in relative silence, speaking only once or twice to Tracey about what they might do that day. After the girls had finished they got up, bid their new acquaintance goodbye, and headed back to their common room to finish their homework. On their way out they passed by the two Weasley twins and another boy who were running into the hall holding potions in their hands.

As night began to fall the girls headed upstairs to get ready for the Halloween Feast. Excitement filled the air with the promise of another feast and the announcement of the champions. That night she took more care in getting ready, trying to make her hair curl nicely. The spell didn't work right and she had to have Pansy sort it out, she was much better with these sort of spells than all the other girls. Her school robes were starting to feel really tight and she thought it was time to try another diet. Heading out of the dungeons and up into the Great Hall she looked around at all the students. Their faces were lit with joy and many had already begun feasting on dishes that looked even better than the previous night. Reminding herself that there was a ball in two months she filled her plate with a green salas. There was a beautiful set of dress robes she'd had her eye on, but were two sizes smaller than she currently was. With a diet she knew she would be able to fit into them, and she looked forward to losing the weight and hopefully keeping it off this time.

The feast seemed to drag on forever, with everyone just waiting for the Goblet to make it's decision. Draco had again managed to get Viktor to sit by them again, but tonight he was very quiet and seemed deep in thought. Dumbledore stood up and after a minute the flames turned bright red and spit out a name into his hand.

"The champion for Durmstrang," he read, in a strong, clear voice, "will be Viktor Krum."

Millicent started clapping her hands as hard as she could and called out congratulations to him. He stood up and slouched quickly over to a room behind the teacher's table. The same process happened as the champions from Beauxbaton and Hogwarts were named. The girl she'd seen talking with Potter last night and a boring, pretty boy from Hufflepuff. When it was heard that Cedric Diggory was to be representing Hogwarts Millicent joined in with the rest of Slytherin in sending boos towards the Hufflepuff table. She was upset that Astoria hadn't been chosen, she was so smart and would have done brilliantly compared to the softy badger boy. They had all thought the goblet had finished, but with another flash of red it spit out a fourth piece of paper.

The drink of water she had just taken was spit from her mouth as she heard the name Harry Potter being called. Her hand dropped the golden goblet onto the ground with a loud clatter. "Are you fucking kidding me?" she cried out in anger. Potter? He wasn't even of age! How did he get his name in there? This was so typical of him, he couldn't stand being out of the spotlight and must have convinced an older student to enter his name. Cries of anger and disgust were being thrown at him from the table she sat at, while other students stood up around her to get a better look at him. Millicent joined in talking angrily with her friends about how this could have happened. They got up and started to head back to their common room to talk further about what had just happened. She came up to where Poliakoff was sitting and she opened her mouth to speak with him. When he saw her he stood up quickly and pushed through the crowd to get out. It was strange, but she didn't dwell on it as there were more pressing issues to talk about.

Back in their Slytherin common room there was lots of Potter bashing going on. Draco had the brilliant idea to make badges proclaiming Diggory to be the true Hogwarts champion and then also say Potter Stinks. She liked the idea and stayed up late with a group who charmed a large stack of enchanted badges into displaying the phrases. The next morning when she woke up she proudly pinned one to her robes, glad to declare her her contempt for Potter and his actions.