A/N First Published FanFic... I am open to CONSTRUCTIVE critism, but I don't do this for a living, so please be kind!
If you don't know what constructive critism is, please look it up. Being told that something is painfully bad doesn't make a person feel very good.
Time Frame: Goblet of Fire
Disclaimer: I am not JK Rowling... I do not own any of her characters, plot, etc. Anything you don't recognize, however, is from my imagination... (That includes Elisaveta, Katerina, Chavdar, and friends, as well as the basic plot and Borislava)
For Reference: Italics equals English
Warning: I have slightly changed the plot of GOF... nothing major really changes, though!
For Shanaynay - Because you rule with an Iron Fist, I'm going to call you that
Recap: "Do not forget our shivering Elisaveta! The poor girl cannot possibly stand out in the cold for long!" she remarked.
"Why me? Why must I get out of the cold? I am not sick!" I spat out, wondering why I was getting such odd treatment.
"Me either, Elisaveta. I do not know why I am being taken inside. Do not start to challenge me, I am not sick and a quidditch player should be able to handle the weather anyhow." Viktor stated, stopping my argument before I could start it.
As we trudged on, Karkaroff following behind, I realized that the students around us were trying to figure out what we had said.
"Krum! It's Viktor Krum!"
"Oh! I forgot my quill! Do you think he'd sign in lipstick?"
"Who's that girl he's with?"
"I don't care, Viktor's mine!"
I scoffed at this last one. Though my English wasn't great, I got the gist of what they were saying.
"That girl is one to rival the Beauxbatons!"
"I'd love to get in her skirt!"
I knew that I was not in any way unattractive, but I did not think that I was a proper comparison to the French girls. And that last one disgusted me. Before I was able to confront the speaker, however, Viktor stopped. Mildly curious, I watched.
"The girl you haff mentioned, she is as good as family to me and I vill not listen to anyvone who vishes to say such things. I vill also varn you that she vill defend herself and is strong in her own right. You vould be mighty stupid to speak ill about her."
I gaped. The crowd had silenced and the offender was trembling in fear. Viktor turned and continued. Gathering my wits, I followed him. I paused for a moment though, and turned.
"I vish to tell you, also, that I haff a twin brother who is a beater and vill use force if he sees fit. I do not think this vill be a problem, however, if he is not bothered. I vish you all vell and hope to compete against you in these upcoming veeks."
I smirked, and it was my turn to watch as Viktor and the crowd gaped. I continued up to the large castle and I soon heard steps beside me as I heard the crowd burst into discussion.
"That was unnecessary." I told Viktor.
"I could say the same for you." He replied. "Did you say that you were planning on competing?"
"Well, yes, I am as good as any, am I not? Or do you think that you can get your way with special treatment as always?" I asked, irritated.
"I did not say that you would not be good as a competitor. However, do you think that it is safe?" he replied, which irritated me further.
"What does it matter if it is safe or not? I do not wish to speak about dangers. If I were afraid, I would not do what I do now. Even tonight, with our official entrance at dinner, do you think I am afraid? I do not worry about safety. If I did, I would be like the very people I hate." I ranted.
"My apologies." He stated. He started to say something more when Karkaroff pushed us into the castle and guided us to a room off of the main corridor. The castle was huge and it was hard for me to take in.
"You will practice here. We must be sure of impress the other schools. You have an hour. Perfect the routine." Karkaroff barked before turning on his heel and leaving.
'OH!' My mind screamed. That's why we were inside. Karkaroff wanted us to practice our "grand entrance". It was a series of coordinated stunts and gymnastics. The Durmstrang guys did things with staffs while us Borislava girls flipped and jumped. The end of our entrance involved a complicated stunt involving me and Viktor.
That was the one fault I had with the routine.
"Well, Elisaveta, I suppose we should practice…" Viktor remarked.
And so we did, exhausting ourselves with that final stunt. Occasionally one of us would get hurt, and the other would perform a healing spell so we could continue.
Towards the end of that hour, the rest of Durmstrang and Borislava tramped in the doorway. Viktor and I watched as they removed robes and layers of clothing. We had already done so, and were catching our breath and cooling off, the sweat evaporating from our faces.
We practiced as a group a few times before heading off to Hogwarts' Great Hall, where their houses ate meals.
Waiting just outside the doors, us girls helped fix each other up, straitening uniforms and fixing hair. The boys dusted off their uniforms and waited, bored expressions painted on both of their faces.
Finally, we heard our introduction.
"The Schools of Durmstrang and Borislava, who have combined as a single delegation for our competition."
Suddenly, we all vaulted into motion. The guys were doing complicated motions with their staffs, and occasionally doing jumps and flips as we did intense gymnastics and acrobatics. As the final stunt, I flipped my way back to the far end of the great hall, before running and doing a complicated back hand spring sort of jump over Victor, who was doing strange, fancy motions with his staff, which had its ends set on fire.
As we finished, we gathered to one side and caught our breaths as the Hogwarts students burst into applause. Standing there, I had the chance to observe the hall.
Hogwarts was a great deal bigger than either of our schools, even put together. I was able to see that the student's houses were not by age, as they are at Borislava and Durmstrang, but at random.
Well, not at random. We had all heard about how the students are sorted by a talking hat, and I thought it was strange.
I could still see many people staring at Viktor, a look of awe upon their faces. Some were also staring at me, though it was hard to distinguish, because we had somehow ended up next to each other.
Suddenly, I heard a voice in my ear.
"Smile." I turned slightly to see Viktor, who was still bending slightly next to me.
"Why?" I asked, annoyed.
"They are fascinated by you, Elisaveta." He stated, as if it were obvious.
Argh, how that annoyed me.
"All they want to know is why the world-famous Viktor Krum is talking to me and what he is saying… I do not matter. Except for those who seem to view me as competition." I stated, annoyed that he did not seem to understand.
"I do not think they have a chance." He stated.
I was shocked. For a moment, anyways.
"Not as a part of the Triwizard Tournament. I was speaking of the chance for your heart." I laughed.
He turned to me, laughter twinkling in his brown eyes.
'Stop it!' I thought. 'Viktor Krum is a prat, stop thinking about his eyes!'
"I doubt it matters… I do think that they are still wondering what we are saying. It is nice to be able to talk and have people not understand you." He stated.
Our classmates were walking towards the tables. "Well, I presume I will see you again soon."
With that, he turned and walked over to the table for the house Slytherin.
"Becoming friends with Viktor after all, eh sister?" Chavdar paused as he walked in the same direction.
"Not in the least, brother." I said, making a face at my twin.
He continued to the Slytherin table with the rest of the boys from Durmstrang. I turned and followed the Borislava girls to the table marked Gryffindor, catching up with Katerina.
"Is anyvone sitting here?" I asked a young red-haired boy, making a face in my head at my awful English.
"Nope, go ahead." He said, a bushy-haired girl nodding along.
With that, I sat, pulling Katy with me.
It was then that I turned and saw who I was seated next to.
A/N: I hope you like it...
R&Rs are awesome but I won't beg for them...
If something bothers you, sorry... I have no beta. Feel free to let me know!