Authors Note: OMG! I'm in love! In love with another fictional character that is. . . I have serious dating issues. . . Anyways. He's totally from the House of Night books. . . too bad he's gay in there. More acurately I'm in love with the guy who's in the picture of him on the House of Night official website, so I guess he's not really a fictional character. I swear to God he's freaking hot! Enough of that though. You don't care about that kind of stuff, you just want the chapter right? Well fine then. Here it is. . . . . . . *sigh* I don't ever know his name. . . Ok, jeesh, here's the next chapter. Talk about overreaction, my goodness. You don't have to run at me with a knife screaming out a overly dramatic war cry. Gosh, somebody watches too much television.
Dedication:
Chapter -:Eleven:-
Who Would Have Thought Our Arrival Would Fall on Such a Momentous Time?
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"Attention Students! May I please have your attention?" Professor Dumbledore called out over the raucous uproar all the students were making as every conversation in the room mixed and blended into one booming collection of chatter.
Just as I'd witnessed before the whole room came to a stand still, each wizard and witch in training staring with complete attention to the man at the head of the room, with his now deep blue robes, slightly off center nose, and spectacles sitting promptly on the bridge of that said crooked nose.
"Thank you. Now, my good students, I have a rather exciting announcement to make." Dumbledore paused a little to let his words sink in. I felt excitement and anticipation crawling on my skin, expanding until my whole body was on edge.
"This year, a momentous event shall occur. Some of you may have heard of it before, and to others the news shall be quite new. This is the year that Hogwarts has the greatest honor in holding a very sacred event inside our very own school. This is the year that two of our neighboring schools will flock," I couldn't help but frown a little at his poor choice of words. "towards us, where we will open our arms graciously and welcome them to our home with pride as the annual Triwizard Tournament commences down upon us, once again!" Dumbledore finished and there was loud applause and whooping shouts of joy and people's faces were layered with huge smiles as they clapped as hard as they, while others, including myself and my flock, looked at each other, utterly dumbfounded.
What was the Triwizard Tournament anyways?
I guess we weren't the only ones wondering the same thing, because the people that weren't clapping and shouting in glee were having whispered conversations with each other. It actually made me feel pretty good that we weren't the only people who had no freaking idea what was going on.
"For those of you that have never heard of the Triwizard Tournament before it is an event that used to take place many years ago. The death toll for the tournament was much too high though, so the Ministry of Magic banned the tournament from taking place. This year, however, I along with the other headmasters and headmistresses, and some Ministry officials, have decided to bring it back, but with some precautions.
"No one will die in this tournament again. All teachers will make sure of that. It will be grueling work though. Hard and difficult. You have to be able to go about things in a mental and physical fashion. You have to be smart about things.
"The Triwizard Tournament is where three wizarding schools come together to compete for the ultimate prize. The coveted Triwizard cup and eternal glory. That's what awaits the student who wins the Triwizard Tournament, but to do this, that student must survive three tasks. Three extremely dangerous tasks (A/N: Some of that was Dumbledore's exact words people. I googled Triwizard Tournament and I clicked on a website and it had a quote from him, so I was like 'Yeah!' because I didn't know exactly what to put and that seemed perfect)."
Even after he informed everyone that the competition would be very dangerous they were still clapping and yelling in excitement. I was so pumped up that even I felt the need to join in with the cheering. Hello, I mean, when you say something is dangerous you're usually trying to warn people, right? Yeah, well, when you say dangerous to me, I say bring it on.
I'm not some defenseless little sissy who can't take care of herself. I could easily take on every student at this school and would beat the crap outta every one of them. I hadn't fought Flyboys and Erasers for so long just to learn nothing. Nope. I was street smart, that was for sure. Physically and Mentally. I could win this thing easy.
I kept telling myself how great I was, and how awesome it was going to be when I won. Eternal glory. That sounded nice, and hey, let's face it. I mean honestly, it's about time someone started recognizing my talent and giving me props for all I had done for my family and I. I was even supposed to save the world. I mean, after all, I had defeated the Director. I knew by know that I could do anything I set my mind, too.
I scanned the crowd at the other side of the room until I spotted Fang. Our eyes met and he had that knowing look in his eyes. I could see exactly what he wanted to tell me without him actually saying it. It was like it was written in plain black and white right in his dark eyes. I could hear him saying "Let me guess. You're going to go all out on this and win aren't you?"
I nodded and one said of his mouth quirked up and stayed there for a few seconds. My heart thumped almost inaudibly at the sight. I hadn't seem him smile in so long. I hadn't realized how much I missed having him by my side all the time until that moment. We hadn't even been here for two days and already there was a subtle, yet recognizable ache in my heart, and the only way that small pain would subside is Fang.
I smiled brightly back at him and this look came into his eyes. A look I had never thought I would ever see Fang having. He was Mister Emotionless. But still, I couldn't help but think that the fleeting glimpse I had had of that one emotion that I never knew Fang could withhold, had been there. How in the world could I mistake a look of such admiration, of such care, of such. . . love. It was undeniable.
What if Fang did love me?
No, that was impossible. He didn't love me. No way.
He has kissed you though. Multiple times. He's made it very clear how he feels, I reminded myself.
Oh please. I was taking an instance of something that I wasn't even sure had existed and twisted and edited it into something utterly impossible.
We were still staring at each other. Communicating with our eyes when Fang suddenly looked away. Back to his own table. Turning his full attention to the boy with silvery blond hair that was talking to him rather excitedly. With a bunch of arm flailing and head tossing.
How dare he ruin my moment. Our moment. . . again.
How dare Fang let him ruin our moment for the third time. It was like a punch to the stomach.
"I'd also like to say before we progress, that due to the extreme danger levels of this tournament, everyone here at Hogwarts, the other two schools, and the Ministry of Magic have decided that it is only reasonable to set an age limit for the contest. No one under the age of seventeen may enter the contest." Dumbledore said to my utter dismay. I noticed that I wasn't the only one upset about this change in rules.
I groaned in anger and turned to look at the Weasley twins, Fred and George, who were booing rather loudly.
"It's not fair!" One of them cried, and I have no idea which was one.
"Oh come on." I complained loudly.
"We should be allowed to enter!" The other twin shouted.
I saw many more people shouting out in anger. Noting for the first time the abrupt change in the atmosphere. It had gone from happy and exciting, to angry in a matter of seconds.
"Now, now children. Please settle down. Now keep in mind that we are only taking these precautions because we care about you and have decided to establish this rule only because we worry about your safety.
'So with that, I was like to welcome our guests for the year." Dumbledore gestured grandly at the great doors the led out to the rest of the school.
The wooden doors were flung open to reveal a bunch of girls in light blue uniforms standing in the hall. Accompanying them was a rather tall woman.
"I would like to introduce the very lovely ladies from Beauxbatons Academy of Magic and their Headmistress, Madam Olympe Maxime."
Everyone clapped as the girls filed in and let me tell you, they sure knew how to make a grand entrance. There was much sweeping of the arms and lots of twirling and whirling about. Very girly. I would never be caught dead doing that.
"Last but not least is the ever talented Durmstrang Institute along with their Headmaster, Igor Karkaroff!"
In came a bunch of males wearing heavy furs and blood red clothes. They must live somewhere cold because they were all very heavily dressed. Their entrance was rather dramatic also. Although there was a slight decrease in the whole twirling and whirling thing. It was pretty impressive to say the least. At the end of the line the man I presumed to be the Headmaster came in and along side him was a very big looking guy. When they entered there was much whispering and excited squealing.
"Oh. My. God." Ron muttered.
"Who is that, and why is everybody so excited about him?" I asked, dumbfounded.
"Who is that? Well that's only one of the best Quidditch seekers ever. Viktor Krum, my God. I wonder if I can get his autograph. . ." Ron mused, staring awestruck after the bulky boy.
Once again I was left wondering what Quidditch was.
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The rest of that night had flown by in a blur. Dumbledore brought out this great big thing he called the Goblet of Fire. It was beautiful really. All crystallized and blue. He explained how if you wanted to enter you had to write your name on a slip of paper and drop it in the top and blah, blah, blah and all that good stuff.
"I'm so tired," Hermione yawned and collapsed into her bed.
"Mhm, me, too." I replied.
"He hates me. Doesn't he?" Hermione said after a few minutes of silence.
"Who?" I inquired.
"Iggy. He hates me." Hermione seemed really upset.
"He doesn't hate you." I assured her.
"Oh yes he does. He most surely does. How would you explain the way he always ignores me when I talk and then when he does say something to me it's usually about his eyesight. He always gets really mad whenever I say something wrong. He totally hates me." Hermione groaned.
"He doesn't hate you. Trust me. I know Iggy and as much as I wonder what is going on with him, I can honestly say that he doesn't hate you. I'll talk to him sometime. I need to ask him what his problem is anyways." I promised her.
"Thanks Max," Hermione turned to smile at me.
"No problem."
"You're a really good friend. Did you know that?" Hermione asked.
"Thanks." I felt a blush creep up my face and I buried my head in my pillow, staying there until sleep over came me once more.
Authors Note: Tell me in you think I should have explained the Goblet of Fire more. I guess I kind of figured everyone had already read the Harry Potter books, but that probably isn't true. I just didn't know how to describe it except for the way I thought of it when I was reading about it and when I saw it in the movie.
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