Hi guys, I'm back! I'm sorry I haven't uploaded in such a long a time, I've been busy all the time.
What you have to know, I decided to narrate from a first-person's point of view, which is, of course, Jane.
Enjoy!
A bold sunray was gracefully streaming through the large window, almost pushing down the green, thick curtains. I rolled in the bed with the light sheets pulled over my head. I stretched and yawned lazily, before falling violently on the floor. "Oww," I complained, rubbing the back of my head. I slowly stood up and tried to look at the window. The strong light hit me like a knife and made me turn around and cover my eyes. "Sun? I thought we were in the dungeons," I muttered. I finally opened my sleepy eyes, only to notice I was all by myself in the room. The beds were already made and the other girls' uniforms had disappeared.
"What the…" I pulled out a small antique watch. It had an artistic butterfly scraped in a round piece of gold. It was the only thing that could remind me of my parents. My father, more exactly. Butterfly – the power to conquer any problem with beauty and dignity and the power to be free. Gold – the love of treasure and the grandeur. 'Remind me of my father'... It is actually only an expression. I was a 1-year-old when he passed and I remained with my aunt. It could remind me only of what she had told me about him. It could remind me of the perfect picture of him I have created in my mind. And wasn't he perfect?...
I opened it. "Oh, no..." I sighed. I was late. In my very first day of school I was late for breakfast, exactly the day Dumbledore asked us not to miss it. I dressed as quickly as I could and ran on the corridors. In my crazy running, I saw that, before the massive doors of the Great Hall, there were plenty of students. The girls were wearing a blue knee-length dress and a jacket made of light silk. I listened to them for a moment. They were speaking French. I understood almost everything, as I was also speaking French fluently. I heard something about Hogwarts 'not being as huge and beautiful as said'. I snorted and turned my attention to the guys. They were wearing fur coats, fur hats and blood-red robes. I raised an eyebrow. Why would they dress like this there, at Hogwarts? I decided to find out what was going on there and why were all those students I had not seen the previous day there. I patted one of the guys on his shoulder. "Hey," I said.
He turned around. My eyes widened as I was sitting in front of one of the best Quidditch players in the world. It was not that I was a kind of crazy fangirl, but I couldn't figure out what could he do at our school. And also I truly respected the person in front of me. Viktor Krumm smiled. "Hi," he greeted.
"Umm…" I started. "I was wondering, what is happening?" I asked with a frown, as I couldn't find better words.
"We are waiting for the welcome ceremony," he said with a hard accent.
"Welcome for… what?" I asked.
"The TriWizard Tournament," he answered casually. "Didn't you know?"
"TriWizard Tournament?" I repeated, skeptically. I had read about it. Eternal glory… Who wouldn't dream of that? Your name being written along with the other big champions' names in the history… "Oh, that's why I should have been in there now…"
"Late, aren't you?" he smiled.
I smiled back and opened my mouth to answer, when professor McGonagall went out. "Miss Rivers, there you are!" she almost screamed, causing everyone to turn and stare at me. "Come on, you've got enough time to socialize later!" She came quickly near me and practically pushed me to the doors. A strong hand touched my shoulder, stopping me. I turned around to face a tall well-built man, probably in his late forties, with long silvery hair. He narrowed his eyes when he met mine, but remained silent, no facial muscle shuddering. He put his hand off my shoulder and gallantly motioned me to enter. I slightly nodded and sneaked into the Great Hall, trying to avoid the many gazes I had attracted. I took the closest seat I could find, which happened to be between Malfoy and Zabini. "Also not used to wake up early, I see," I heard a whisper in my ear.
"Sod off, Malfoy," I whispered and pushed him a little, accidentally unbuttoning my robe.
His eyes widened and a large smirk appeared on his face. I heard a snort, which seriously seemed to come from an animal, not a human being. I turned my head to face a pug-faced girl with short, black, greasy hair. I couldn't help raising an eyebrow when I saw her appearance. I had only peeked at her the night before at dinner, while the girl was trying desperately to catch Draco's attention, not that I'd care, but I hadn't noticed she was that unpleasant to watch. "Excuse me?" I said.
"You could have put your shirt on, at least!" the girl replied with a weird grin.
I looked down and realized I was having only her white camisole on. "Oh, God!" I exclaimed and wrapped the robe around me, ignoring the smirks and whistles coming from the guys around us.
"Oh shut up, Pansy," I heard another girl's voice. I turned around. It was a tall, pretty girl. Her eyes were green and her blonde hair was falling on her shoulders. "Hi," she said with a smile. "I'm Daphne Greengrass."
"Hey," I smiled. "Rivers. Jane Rivers."
"It's nice to meet you, Jane. Want to come here with me?" she asked, motioning to a further seat.
"Sure," I smiled and got up.
"Yeah," we heard the same annoying nasal voice of Pansy. "Should we call the guys who want to get some tonight?" she asked and snorted again. We didn't even look back, but I could swear I heard Malfoy telling her to mind her own business.
Soon, the room was filled with applause as Dumbledore announced the huge event that was going to take place at Hogwarts that year: the TriWizard Tournament. But the cheers were quickly replaced by booing, as no student under 17 was allowed to compete. "Oh, that's too bad!" I said.
"I didn't know you're into this kind of things," Daphne told me as she took a peanut from a bowl.
"Of course," I replied. "Who wouldn't want the eternal glory?" I asked, staring at the cup like charmed.
The two other schools, Beauxbatons and Durmstrang were quickly introduced and the delegations entered the Hall. I was happy to see that the guys from Durmstrang were staying at our table. "Hey," I heard a familiar voice. "Is this seat taken?"
I turned around to see Viktor. I smiled and he did the same. "No, please," I said and motioned him to sit.
"So, you've finally made it," he smiled.
"Yes," I answered and took a look around the table. I could see only smirks or grins from the guys and frowns coming from the girls. I turned my head to Malfoy and saw him absently playing with his fork.
"I didn't have the pleasure to meet you. Viktor Krumm," he said and held out his hand.
"Jane Rivers," I said and shook his hand.
"Mister Krumm, Miss Rivers," we heard a tough voice behind. I don't think it meant to seem harsh, actually. More like solemn. We turned our heads to face the same man from the entrance. "Professor," Viktor greeted cheerfully. Okay, he is a professor at Durmstrang. But how does he know my name?
"Are you enjoying the meal, Mr. Krumm?" he asked gently.
"Yes, Sir," Viktor answered.
"Good," he said and turned his gaze on me. "Miss Rivers, allow me to introduce myself. Igor Karkaroff, headmaster at Durmstrang. It will be a pleasure to have you around this year."
My eyes widened and I opened my mouth, but no word came out at first. First Snape, now this Karkaroff. Who were this men? Why were they acting like that? "T-Thank you," I finally said. "It is a pleasure to have this delegation here at Hogwarts."
He nodded with a slight smirk and went to take his place at the staff table. I turned to Viktor with a bewildered expression, but he only smiled and continued to eat.
"What was that?" Daphne asked.
"I have no idea…"
I am sorry it is short and pretty boring, but I promise things will become more interesting soon.
I want to take everyone who reviewed or added my story to Favourites or Alerts. I am happy you liked it. I would still like to hear your opinions, so tell me what you think.
Bye bye!