"The more boys I meet, the more I love my dog." –Carrie Underwood

It was finally time for the feast where the champions would be chosen. It was Sunday and McKenna hadn't seen Fred all day. All she wanted to do was talk to him and now she had to wonder if he was avoiding her. Of course, he could just have been dealing with Bagman, but he didn't have to completely disappear to do that.

She walked to the Great Hall with Angelina and they took seats next to Alicia and Lee. "Where's Katie?" Angelina asked.

"With George," Lee answered. "They'll be down shortly."

"Of course George has time to see Katie," McKenna mumbled, "but when I need to talk to Fred, I can't find him. Where have they been all day anyway?"

"I don't know. I've seen them around briefly a few times, but they were always speaking in whispers. Katie probably just met up with George not too long ago," Angelina answered with a frown. "They still haven't fully told me what's going on. Everything I've heard, I've heard from you, so I'm assuming this all has to do with Bagman?"

McKenna nodded. "I'm guessing it does. They haven't really talked to me about it since they first told me. Of course, I've hardly gotten to talk to them since then anyway."

"Why do you care so much?" Angelina asked. Her tone wasn't mean, just curious.

McKenna shrugged. "I don't know what's going on between us. Especially between me and Fred. They're two of my best friends and I feel like we're always on edge with each other."

Angelina gave her a sympathetic smile and shrugged. Then, her eyes widened as she looked over McKenna's shoulder. McKenna turned and saw Oliver standing there.

"Hey," he said.

"Hi," she answered. "What are you doing here?"

"I'm here for dinner and to see who gets picked as champions, of course," Oliver said with a laugh. "Do you mind if I sit here?"

"No, go ahead," McKenna answered quietly. As Oliver sat down, McKenna looked up and saw Fred, George and Katie standing halfway between McKenna's seat and the doorway. They had obviously just come in. George was looking at her and Oliver nervously and Fred was looking upset. Could he still be upset with her about last night? He had never been one to stay mad at someone for long. Plus, it wasn't such a big deal. Their conversation had simply gotten interrupted. Sure, it had been about the fifth time it had happened, but it was no reason to still be incredibly angry.

McKenna decided she should do something, so she gave a small wave in their direction. George waved back and so did Katie, but Fred wordlessly marched past her and took a seat on the other side of Alicia. George and Katie silently followed him.

"What is going on with them?" McKenna asked, squinting down the table at Fred and George. Fred was talking to Alicia as if he just wanted an excuse to not have to look at McKenna.

"I can't believe you have no idea," Angelina said.

"Oh, like they've told you anything," McKenna said. "You're just going on a hunch. You said so the other day."

"It's a very good hunch," Angelina answered, "but I really don't think I should say anything."

"Why?" McKenna asked.

"Now is not the time," Angelina replied, shooting a glance in Oliver's direction.

Throughout the entire meal, Oliver kept making conversation with McKenna and she felt herself relaxing around him. It seemed that while she probably wouldn't forget what had happened over the summer, she could at least move past it.

Finally, the dishes were cleared and the entire room fell utterly silent as Dumbledore stood up. "Well, the goblet is almost ready to make its decision," he said. "I expect that it requires one more minute. Now, when the names of the champions are called, I would like them to please come up here before passing through this door," he gestured to a door behind the staff table, "where they will be receiving their first instructions."

"You know," Fred whispered down the table, shooting a glance at Oliver. "I really hope Angelina gets it. It would be nice to have a Gryffindor in the tournament."

"Thanks, Fred," Angelina said slowly.

"More than one Gryffindor entered," Oliver whispered back.

"I know, but Angelina's my friend," Fred argued.

"What am I, moldy cheese?" Oliver asked.

Fred just shrugged and turned back to the front. McKenna crumpled up her napkin and threw it at him. It hit the back of his head and he turned around. "What?" he mouthed.

"What is wrong with you?" she hissed, glaring at him.

A flicker of hurt flashed across Fred's face, but he covered it quickly, shrugged again and turned around. McKenna scowled at the back of his head. She had had enough.

Before she could do anything, though, Dumbledore began dimming the candles and lamps around the room, making the Goblet of Fire's blue glue seem even brighter. Suddenly, the light changed from blue to red and a burst of flame shot a piece of paper out of the goblet. Dumbledore caught it and held it in the light of the goblet so that he could see. "The champion from Durmstrang," he read, "will be Viktor Krum."

"No surprises there," McKenna heard Ron yell as everyone clapped wildly.

The applause died quickly as Viktor went into the next room and everyone turned back to the goblet, which was turning red again. Another slip of paper flew out and into Dumbledore's hands.

"The champion from Beauxbatons is Fleur Delacour," Dumbledore said.

There was another round of loud applause as a blonde girl stood up, smiling widely and walked gracefully into the back room.

"Oliver, stop drooling," Angelina said, leaning across McKenna. When she turned to look, she noticed that Oliver, along with almost every other boy in the room was watching the Fleur girl leave. Of course, that included Fred and the realization made McKenna want to sulk in her room for a while. She shook her head to get the thought out. She shouldn't care what Fred was doing. He was being annoying.

"What is that girl, part veela or something?" McKenna whispered.

"I wouldn't doubt it," Angelina snorted.

"Anyway, the Hogwarts champion is next," McKenna whispered to Angelina. "Good luck."

"Thanks," she said with a grin.

"What about me?" Oliver teased.

"Good luck to you too," McKenna giggled. Oliver reached over and nervously squeezed her hand. McKenna froze for a second before relaxing and giving his hand a quick squeeze back.

For the third time, the goblet of fire turned a bright red and shot out a third piece of paper that once again, Dumbledore caught. "The Hogwarts champion is Cedric Diggory!"

Every single person at the Hufflepuff table jumped to their feet, screaming and clapping as Cedric stood up and made his way to the front of the room.

"Sorry it wasn't one of you two," McKenna said to Angelina and Oliver.

"Oh, it's okay," Oliver said. "I'm sure just watching will be—woah."

McKenna whirled around in her seat to see the Goblet of Fire turning red again. Again? This wasn't making sense. It was only supposed to choose three names. Silence returned all too quickly as everyone's attention turned back to the goblet. Dumbledore stared up at it as a fourth paper flew out. Dumbledore caught it and read it, his lips moving as he mouthed the name to himself.

"What does it say?" someone called out.

Dumbledore cleared his throat and looked towards the Gryffindor table. "Harry Potter."

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