(Avery's POV, one week later on Halloween)
"So, who do you think will be chosen?" Ginny asked.
"From Hogwarts, Beauxbatons, or Durmstrang?" I replyed.
"Each school."
I thought for a minute. "No matter who's picked, it doesn't affect us. We can't be chosen, and we don't know anyone who could." She nodded in agreement. We reached Gryffindor's common room, and I flopped into one of the comfy chairs near the fire. I was still recovering from last week's 'fainting spell,' as I called it.
Well, as everyone's calling it, seeing as no one knows why Alice and I passed out, not even Dad. Artemis was doing some research, but couldn't find anything; Hermione thought it might be related to our mum, but…unless she can find a spell to talk to the dead, we can't ask Mum.
Anyway, because of last week, Alice and I were told to take things easy by Madam Pomfrey. (Not really, but our professors didn't know any better.) So most of our day was spent in the R.O.R., plotting pranks with Fred and George. Except for dinnertimes when the four of us feasted.
"Avery? Avery, did you hear what I said?" Hermione asked.
"What? Sorry, I was catching the readers up on the past week," I replyed quickly. She looked rather confused but I waved it away. "What were you saying?"
"I was wondering if you were coming down to the Great Hall with us," she said, pointing at herself and Ginny. I jumped up and ran past them, out the portrait hole, and down to the Great Hall. By the time they got there, I was already at the Gryffindor table sitting in between Fred and George, all three of us waiting very (im)patiently for dinner. Hermione and Ginny sat down across from us, trying to catch their breath. Once the rest of the houses (and Beauxbatons and Durmstrang) sat down, the food appeared and we feasted.
"Now then, since you've all had your fill, it is time to choose the champions," Dumbledore announced, making the food disappear. The torches on the walls dimmed casting the Hall blue with the glow from the Goblet of Fire. The Goblet turned red and spat out a piece of paper.
"The champion from Durmstrang is…Viktor Krum!" The Hall cheered as Viktor made his way to the front. The Goblet turned red again and spat out another piece of paper.
"The champion from Hogwarts is…Cedric Diggory!" Everyone cheered. Except me, Alice, Artemis, and our friends. We booed, and the twins promised to help me curse him. I laughed and hugged them both. The Goblet turned red for a third time, and spat out a third and final paper strip.
"The champion from Beauxbatons is…Fleur Delacour!" The Hall once again cheered, and I thumped the twins as they wolf-whistled at her.
"Excellent! We now have our three champions," Dumbledore said. I tuned out his voice, until it went silent. I looked over at Fred, then followed his eyes to the Goblet and saw why everyone was silent.
The fire was red again, and out shot another piece of paper. Dumbledore caught it, read it, and muttered something. He then cleared his throat, catching the attention of everyone in the Great Hall (even though he didn't need to).
"Harry Potter," he ((calmly)) called. Everyone looked over to Harry, who looked like he was tired of this crap. Then again, ever since he came to Hogwarts, nothing stayed quiet for long. He sighed quietly, stood up, and walked to Professor Dumbledore. I patted his back as he passed, and he smiled at me.
"He's not even 17!" I heard Seamus call. I wanted to throw something at him right then.
"Prefects, please escort your houses back to the dorms," Professor Dumbledore said. "Happy Halloween!" So we followed our prefect back to Gryffindor tower and me, Hermione, and the twins stole the chairs near the fire, waiting for Harry. Ron went to his room, muttering something about Harry lying or something, I wasn't really paying attention.
Harry slunk into the common room a while later, and he looked like he was going to pitch himself from the Astronomy tower. Everyone was about to start asking questions, but he just said, "Please. Tonight, I just want to sleep. We can talk in the morning." We all agreed and went to our beds to sleep.
