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Last Time In Wands, Noahs, and Innocence
It wasn't until later that day that Allen had a chance to open Tyki's letter. The letter really wasn't that big a deal, merely congratulating him on getting selected for the Triwizard Tournament and warning him once more about Rhode. Indeed, as the Noah had promised there had been no signs of Akuma or the Earl but Allen wasn't ready to let his guard down quite yet, which turned out to be a good thing when Tyki appeared in his dorm again that night.
"What is it now, Tyki?" Allen groaned, wanting nothing more to go back to sleep. Unfortunately for him, Tyki was practically glowing with excitement and proceeded to drag him, once more out of his room and onto the grounds. "I was just coming to watch some of the things in the forest," he said, "when I found something that I thought might interest you." Soon Allen was hearing the sounds of angry roars and hissing flame. Tyki phased them through a tree and Allen's eyes widened at the group of caged very real and very large dragons.. "I think I found your first task."
o O o
The day of the first task was deceptively calm; the sky was blue; the birds were chirping; and the grass was green. Four students, however, were too busy being nervous wrecks to really appreciate the beauty of the morning.
Despite the fact that none of them were supposed to, all of the champions knew what it was that they would be facing (A/N: Remember, in Harry Potter Harry tells Cedric about the dragons because all of the other champions already know. In this case however, Tyki has already shown the dragons to Allen) and none of them were too keen on coming face to face with a dragons fiery breath.
Allen Walker fiddled with his wand. In all honesty, he wasn't that good with it; his talents lay in wielding the parasitic innocence Crown Clown, not waving little sticks around. It wasn't only the matter of his preferred choice of weapon which was worrying Allen – though that was a serious dilemma – but the fact that even before his confrontation with an overgrown lizard he would be required to participate in a "wand weighing" ceremony. While such a ceremony would be trivial for the other contestants and of no real danger whatsoever, one must remember that Allen's wand was coreless, in other words, without a core through which one could channel magic. Yep, Allen was most definitely in a right pickle and had to resist the strong urge to bang his head against something.
Luckily(?) for Allen, his wand was one of the last to be tested. Viktor Krum, the champion for Durmstrang Wizarding school, submitted his wand first; revealing it to be 10 ¼ inches, made of hornbeam with a dragon heartstring core (hopefully with no relation to the beast he would soon be facing), and quite rigid. After Krum retrieved his wand from the British wandmaker Ollivander, it was the turn of Beauxbaton champion Fleur Delacour. Much to Allen's surprise (not), Fleur was revealed to be ¼ Veela as the veela hair core within her 9 ½ inch, inflexible, rosewood wand had belonged to her grandmother.
Finally it was the moment of truth. Nervously Allen handed his stick (that's basically what it was) to Ollivander. "Hm," the man mused, "made of birch wood, 11 inches, flexible, and... what's this?" he pursed his lips and narrowed his eyes as, the spectators waited with bated breath. "...a core of unicorn hair. Take good care of that," he said before moving on to Harry. "Be careful with that," the old wandmaker breathed as he passed Allen on his way out, "who knows what could happen if someone else found out?" Allen sighed slightly. One challenge down, one more to go.
o O o
Allen twitched. Seriously, were the other three champions mentally ill? Fleur had lured the dragon to sleep, Krum had faced it head on, and Harry had used his amazing ability to fly with a cleaning utensil in order to retrieve their target. What did Allen do? "Accio fake egg."
The audience gaped. Why hadn't they thought of that? The whitenette hadn't even had to go near the dangerous beast in order to retrieve his prize! His scores? 10 (Dumbledore), 9 (Madame Maxime), 3 (Karkaroff), and 10 (Bagman). Allen walked off humming. Sure, he could have sung the dragon to obedience but this way was so much easier. Screw showmanship, he wanted a nap.
o O o
Allen was walking back towards the castle when a raucous laugh tore through the air. "Hahahahaha, you sure showed them, hahahahaha!" the statement was followed by a loud bang, "We give it a ten, hii!" Two punkish teens raced to reach their relative followed by a hulking man and someone in a top hat. It was quite the odd sight they made, all gathered around the little white haired contestant and they began to attract attention. "Good afternoon, sho~nen," the one in the top hat drawled. The whitenette sighed. "Hello Tyki, Skin, Jasdevi. What are you all doing here?"
Author's Note: Aaaaand done. I'm not too pleased with this chapter actually, Allen's scene was very anticlimactic (sorry about that) but, I felt that you guys deserved an update. Thanks for being so patient with me!
In regards to why some of the Noahs were at the tournament, well Fleur's family was definitely present during the second task and I think that Cedric's parents were there during the third. Plus, the Triwizard Tournament is a very large event with one of the prizes being "eternal glory" so it makes sense that it would be a public event. Thus, why Jasdevi, Skin, and Tyki are there.
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