A/N Here it is, the most exciting chapter yet!!!
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Rose awoke the morning after the beginning of the Triwizard Tournament to the same loud and annoying alarm. Instead of uselessly trying to get up then climb back into bed, she dressed herself and put her bag together for the day. She was still very much tired, and did not seem to notice that the world outside her window was much darker than usual.
Rose waited outside of Scorpius' compapartment; he still refused to get up when the alarm sounded. He seemed more tired than she was, and he barely took notice of her presence as they headed to the exit of the train.
It was hard to miss, once they were actually outside, how dark it was. The students did not seem to be moving, and as Scorpius and Rose were one of the last one's to leave the train, they could not see over the crowd to see what had caused the delay.
Once every single student had left the train, two lanterns lit in front of the crowd. They illuminated the silhouettes of Professor Longbottom and Madame D'Augbine. She was the first to speak.
"Good M'orhning." She said, her voice was stronger than what they had imagined for a person so delicate. They only had heard her speak once before, in the Dining Hall.
Everyone muttered their greetings, and Madame D'Augbigne, with an unusually large smile for this hour in the morning, continued. "A'hs y'oo 'ave probl'ahbly a'hl'rheady f'ohrgotten, 'et 'es m'ahndatory for st'oodents to take less'ohns in 'zhe a'hrt of man'heres, and such." She didn't say anymore, and gestured for the group to follow her. Professor Longbottom looked slightly puzzled, as if he felt he should have added something, but followed Madame D'Aubigne anyway.
It was discouraging to see first years sitting at the elaborately set breakfast table when the Hogwarts students walked in. They already looked so much further advances as they sat with their hands in their lap. Madame D'Augbigne informed them that they would be eating breakfast in this room, while they were taught the art of table etiquette before they moved on to ballroom dancing.
Once all Hogwarts students had sat down, and been chided on their poor posture, Scorpius nudged her and pointed out all the empty seats still at the long table.
"No n'uhdging! S'ahvages I tell you! A'hnd No p'oihnting! I'ht 'es 'ehctremely 'rhude!"
Once she had turned down the aisle, muttering about the hard job that was ahead of her, the door to the room opened, and Igor Karkaroff II walked in followed by his students. Albus, Rose, and Fred tried their best to suppress their laughter at the sight of the rugged, stiff Durmstrang students next to eleven year old, elegantly sat, Beauxbatons students.
Madame D'Augbine scolded the three again, and began with her lesson.
Halfway through the period, Rose decided that this would be the most boring hour she would spend each day for the rest of the year. Scorpius ceased to stop falling asleep in class, his cheek falling against the pristine metal plate, and Madame D'Augbine had to slap the table space next to him, in attempt to wake him. Rose knew she was trying her best to not use physical force to wake him, and predicted, by the end of the year, her view on this matter would change.
They were kept in class until the end of Breakfast, and by the end of the day, Rose was exhausted.
She was in the library, it was old and wooden, very much comforting. She laid her head on her recently finished Herbology essay, not caring if the ink had dried yet. She rested her eyes for a moment, then raised her head. Fred was with her, also working on his Herbology essay. He smiled at her knowingly; he too was very tired. It was after dinner and they had both put off this essay to the last minute.
She thought back to lunch that day.
Rose had almost forgotten that she hadn't yet entered her name into the Goblet of Fire.
"Come on!" She told Scorpius and dragged him out of his chair and to the entrance of the Dining Hall. Hastily, she wrote down her name and school and walked across the traditional age line. She took a deep breath, and dropped her name into the Goblet. The blue flame flickered, and for a split second turned to a deep red, then returned to it's original blue color.
"Your turn," Rose said, and handed Scorpius the rest of the sheet of parchment and her self-inking quill.
"I'm okay." Scorpius said, not taking the parchment.
"You're not entering the Tournament?" Rose asked, as if Scorpius had suddenly gone mad.
"Danger, Dragons, extra things to do, it's not for me." He answered shrugging.
"You've got to be kidding me. What happened to the 'I'm going to be the next Triwizard Champion' bit earlier?"
"It's a lot of responsibility." Do you want the weight of the English wizarding world on your shoulder? I mean come on."
"I don't care what you say," Rose said writing his name down on the sheet, "you're entering the Tournament." She handed him the paper, and pointed to the goblet as a Durmstrang student had just entered their name..
Scorpius smiled, and knew if he didn't do it himself, she would do it for him, grabbed the paper, and put it into the Goblet. For him, the blue flame turned into a darker, almost black blue.
Fred snapped Rose out of her flashback. He was looking at his watch, with his eyes widening. "We have 10 minutes to get to the Train." He said, his voice turning cold with realization.
They grabbed their things and sprinted out of the Library, scraps of papers falling behind them. Unfortunately, the Beauxbatons Library is on the opposite side of the school, so they had to sprint as fast as they could to get to the train in time.
They reached the Train just as the lights turned off, and breathed sighs of relief. The walked inside, and stood, catching their breaths, and heading to their respective dorms.
Saturday, the entire school was buzzing with excitement. The Triwizard Champions would be announced today. Although the Professors tried their best to keep the attention of their students, but no student could possibly pay attention today.
After classes had ended that day, instead of working on homework, seventh years were simultaneously trying ways to make the time go by faster, and to stop dinner from coming so soon. A few seventh years had actually gotten sick from anticipation.
Rose laughed as Scorpius returned from his sixth trip to the bathroom since lunch.
He sat down on the couch in front of where Rose was sitting in the Library. He laid down, looking as green as ever.
"I hate the Triwizard Tournament." He said, breathing in and out deeply.
"Well you know, you didn't have to enter it." She smiling.
He sent her a loathing look, and before he could reply, a visible wave of nausea crossed his face and he ran to the restroom again.
She laughed at her friend's predicament, and then stopped abruptly when it reminded her of her own nervousness. She didn't feel nausea, but as if her stomach was constricting. She hated when she became this nervous, and she cursed herself for not finishing her Arithmancy essay yesterday, or any day in the last week when she could have completed it. She looked at the half covered parchment, checked to see if it was dry, then rolled it up and placed it into her bag.
When Scorpius returned, he pointed to his watch, signaling it was time to head to the Dining Hall. The Hallway was different shade of green, as if to reflect the feeling of so many students walking through it that moment.
To Rose's delight, the Dining Hall was decorated with the same breathtaking night themed décor that it had adorned on their first night at Beauxbatons.
The tables had a navy blue covering, and in the center of each table, was a replica of the actual goblet of fire. As every person sat down, the flame changed, only for a second. The color was the same as the one you had when you entered your name into the goblet.
Rose briefly wondered what the relationship of the color of the flame to the person whom it changed for, but soon forgot this when her table became full, and the Goblet on their table flickered with every color from each person whom had sat down there.
Dinner started with the same introduction, and Madame Maxime re-introduced the guests, whom were there only two days before.
By the end of dinner, everyone at their table had barely eaten any of their dinners, some for different reasons than others. Scorpius had apparently gotten over his illness, and decided instead to stare intently at Adrien for the entire night.
When Madame Maxime had decided that everyone had eaten as much as they were going to, she stood up, and gestured for the Goblet of Fire to be brought to her.
"I c'ahn tell 'zhat y'oo a'hl a'hre v'ehry excited a'hbout l'ehrning 'oo is 'zhe n'oo Tri'vhisard Ch'ahmpion. L'eht's behgin!" They were all shocked that she had started without a long speech, but that was not Madame Maxime's style. She was as anxious as the students, and wasted no time with speeches.
The flame turned a dark green, and every Durmstrang student held their breath.
"For 'zhe Du'rhmstra'hng Cha'hmpion, Isabel Kartel." Evey Male Durmstang student sent horrible stares at Isabel as she walked to the front of the room, and Madame Maxime led her through a door towards the side of the classroom.
The flame turned to an elegant silver. Madame Maxime became very nervous, and carefully opened the parchment
"'Zhe Beauxbatons Cha'mpios 'es, Adrien Blanc." She looked relieved, and excited. Scorpius stare became murderous, as Adrien stood up and walked over to the door. Instead of silence and deathly stares, Beauxbatons students clapped for their Champion.
At last, the Flame turned a dark maroon, and a parchment flew out of the goblet and into Madame Maxime's hand.
"Fi'hnally, 'zhe 'Ogwart Cha'hmpion 'es," She looked down at the parchment. "I can not r'eed 'zhis! Come 'ere Longb'ohttom. Y'oo r'eed 'zhis! Y'oo sh'ood r'eely teach yo're st'oodents be'hter penm'ahnship!"
Professor Longbottom walked over to Madame Maxime, muttered his apologies, and took the parchment. He knew the Handwriting, and could make out the name on it. He smiled, "And in the Hogwarts Triwizard Champion is-" before he could finish Fred jumped up and started to shout out his thanks, and Rose had to pull him down in his seat to get him to sit again.
"Sorry Proffessor! I was just preparing for my big moment!" He said, with a glint in his eye showing he just wanted to change things up a bit.
"Anyway, as I was saying, the Triwizard Champion is,-" Rose held her breath,
"Scorpius Malfoy."