Author's Note: I don't own Harry Potter. JK Rowling does. I'm only borrowing him a bit.

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Tea Time

After they showered and dressed, they went to see Mrs. Flitwick for tea. Harry had moved his dress clothes to godfathers' quarters soon after he moved into the Gryffindor dorm. Mrs. Flitwick would expect him to be dressed properly for tea. No jeans to a lady's tea. Afterwards, he could dress in his school uniform to attend his afternoon classes.

Harry remembered Flitwick quarters were behind the picture of Victorian fairies. They had another door, but he needed the Ravenclaw password to reach it and he didn't have the current one.

"Come in," said Mrs. Flitwick. "Inus, you can tell me all about the Triwizard Tournament."

The Flitwick's flat was designed for diminutive people. The ceiling was the same height as the rest of the castle, but the furnishings were so low to the ground that Sirius must have felt he was in a child's room.

Sirius stood around. He looked like he was frightened as if it would break the kitchen chairs if he sat on one. Sirius sat on the settee.

Harry sat the chair he sat on whenever he visited and told her about the banquet and his name being picked and Minerva confessing. "I think someone like Angelina Johnson should have been picked. Her or Cedric Diggory. They're athletes."

"You're the Hogwarts Champion," said Mrs. Flitwick. "Surviving You-Know-Who twice. The Goblet of Fire is a magical object; it doesn't reason like people."

"When I got winded before, I thought was going to die," said Harry. "But Sirius taught me about pacing. I may manage to survive."

"Win," said Sirius. "He has brains and magic. Hogwarts all the way."

Mrs. Flitwick brought a chair over to the coffee table. "Mr. Black, my guests don't usually have as much leg as you."

"Mr. Black was my father," said Sirius. "Call me Sirius. I drink from a bowl and chase my tail."

She replied, "Sirius, in my home, you are a gentleman."

"Thank you, Mrs. Flitwick," said Sirius. "I'm 190 centimetres tall."

"I'm not all that familiar with the metric system. It was feet and inches in my day," she said.

"6 foot 3," replied Sirius.

Mrs. Flitwick brought the tea to the coffee table. "Sirius?"

"Black with two sugars," Sirius replied.

"Inus?" asked the lady.

"Black is fine." Harry started drinking tea black because the other professors took their tea that way.

Mrs. Flitwick served the men then pour out her own tea. "The whole school cheered when your name was announced. Fil told me how Draco Malfoy started clapping and the rest of the Slytherins joined him. These game are good for school spirit; everyone gets behind one champion."

Sirius spilled some of his tea because his knees were pressed into his lap. "Mrs. Flitwick, no offence to your generosity, but we should have tea at Remus's and my quarters. More leg room."

"Horace Spout visits all the time," she replied. "I wasn't thinking. You send an invitation. I'll be sure to call."

Harry laughed. "Horace Spout isn't 6'3"." Harry was only a member of the staff six months and only met Mr. Spout once at the 1992 Christmas party. He didn't get the opportunity to attend any other staff functions.

Mrs. Flitwick took a sip of tea. "Sirius, I want you to feel at home."

"Remus and I have the floor space for me to spread my legs," explained Sirius. "Your husband is under 4 feet and you aren't much above it. There is no way you could accommodate me."

Mrs. Flitwick smiled. "Inus, how is being a student going?"

"Severus won't mark me, but Minerva loved commenting on how well I turned a hedgehog into a pincushion. Mine doesn't curl up in fright when you approach it with a pin like Dean's does, but I don't think pincushions are supposed to breath."

"Breath?" she asked.

"It doesn't appear to have lungs, but it inflates and deflates," Harry took a bite from his scone then drank another sip of tea. "Most disturbing."

"Transfiguration is an art," said Sirius. "We talked about that when I transfigured my jogging clothes."

"Did you go to the World Cup?" she asked. "Fil and I go every four years."

"We did," said Sirius.

"Sirius stayed a dog the whole time," said Harry.

"I can't be human around all those people," said Sirius. "I hadn't been since the seventies. Lots of young people in our section. Everyone loved hearing Remus's stories of the road."

"I should be go." Harry looked at his watch. "If I leave now, I should be on time for Herbology."

"Inus, visit anytime," said Mrs. Flitwick.

"I shall." Harry waved good-bye and said, "Farewell," before showing himself out.

While Harry was on route to the Gryffindor dorm, Colin Creevey ran over to him. The boy's face was covered in sweat, his trousers' leg was torn at the knee, and his breath was laboured - Colin looked worse than Harry did after his first attempt at jogging.

"Where were you? I searched the whole castle for you," said Colin.

"I wasn't in the castle," said Harry. "Sirius and I took a morning jog around the lake."

"You were scheduled for Potions."

"I have an agreement with Severus. I don't bother him and he doesn't bother me."

"Everyone is waiting for you." The boy's eyes looked like they were about to close from fatigue. "Mr. Bagman won't be pleased. Mr. Ollivander had to close his shop for the day because of you."

"And how is this my problem?" asked Harry.

"You're the Hogwarts Champion," said Colin. "You have obligations."

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Author's Note: Since Cedric Diggory isn't competing in my story because there are only 3 champions, I still needed to give the boy a thumbs-up. What happened to him in the GOF was so sad.