Revenge of the Misfits
Chapter 14
"BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP"
"Uh..." Tian groaned, hitting the snooze button with her fist. "I hate bloody mornings..." And with that she rolled back over into her tangled blankets.
Sarah opened her eyes and blearily stared around the room. It hadn't changed since last night, except that the anime plastering the walls was more visible. She kicked the warm covers off the bed, and lightly padded into the bathroom with bare feet while the alarm clock beeped again, to be silenced once again by her new roomie.
After completing her morning routine, Sarah kept her make-up toned down, with simple black eyeliner and a silver stud in her eyebrow.
"Hey Tian!" she shouted into the other room, trying to make her voice heard over the death metal music that was roaring from the radio.
"WHAT?!" The Asian shouted, already dressed and ready to go.
"DO I HAVE TO WEAR MY UNIFORM?" Sarah shouted back, cupping her hands around her mouth.
"I DON'T THINK SO!" Tian yelled back, continuing her air guitaring fun. Shrugging, Sarah pulled on white jeans, and a jade green zipper jacket that had black stripes down the arms. Leaving Tian to air guitar herself, Sarah descended the lopsided staircase to the room she assumed was the kitchen. Amy was standing in front of a small stove, poking at a pan full of eggs with her wand. Meanwhile, dishes were clanking and washing themselves in the sink.
"Good morning!" Amy sang, smiling widley with that disgusting morning person cheerfulness. She happily placed four plates of scrambled egg, waffles, and sausage on the table for them, annointed with blueberries and syrup. It was so perfectly cooked, it was creepy. The death metal music was still heard through the ceiling, other than that the house seemed to be quiet.
Sarah took a seat at the table, Amy sitting across from her. Her short brown hair hung straight at her shoulders today, and was dressed in a white t-shirt with sweat pants reading PINK on the bottom. Sarah nearly spat out her eggs in disgust of her fashion sense.
"Nice pants," she quietly remarked, Amy didn't seem to hear her over the clashing dishes that she was trying to magically stop. Finally, the racket upstairs stopped, replaced by the sound of running water on the other end of the house. That must be Krista, Sarah thought. She felt so nervous about today, the Goblet would be open to her name! Her insides squirmed at the thought of winning the tournament, but then the tasks made her want to run back to England in tears.
About fifteen minutes later, Sarah had finished her breakfast and was washing her dishes the Muggle way. The door swung open to the kitchen with a creak, revealing Krista in all her haughty beauty.
"Bugle here yet?" she asked abruptly, Amy shook her head no. Tian entered the room, grabbing a muffin from a plate.
"Bugle?" she asked the girl.
"Local paper. Well, more the wizarding paper for all of Australia." she answered, stuffing the muffin in her mouth and flipping through the mail. "Wanna play chess?" Sarah grinned meekly, and followed the younger witch to the den, where a board of wizarding chess was already set up.
"Me and Krista play all the time, but she always wins so it's not any fun!" Tian protested, moving a pawn foward with her finger. The pawn squealed in protest until a bishop from Sarah's side yelled for it to be quiet, and a knight demanded to be put in position to attack. Sarah gnawed on her lip.
"I'm not very good either," Sarah remarked, moving the other knight foward which started a yelling match of jealousy between the two knights. "Hey, cut that out!" Sarah scolded the queen, who was trying to shove a castle away from her. "My friend Ron was just trying to teach me, and the pieces never seem to like me that much."
"Why'd you move him there? Why not me!" one piece shrieked, while a pawn screamed as Tian's castle dragged it off the board. Sarah flinched, and the game dragged on. She lost miserably, despite Amy and Krista's attempts to help her. Krista had been more helping Tian, as Sarah noticed, the Aussie did not like her at all, taking pleasure at her losses. Before she knew it, the bell at the main school building was ringing, and Amy poked Sarah to move.
"It's time," she said, grabbing a light jacket and running out to meet some girls waiting down in the street. Sarah stuck her hands in her pockets and followed the crowds.
"Sarah!" a person shouted behind her, it was James, Hermione, and Ron. Sarah smiled, and walked back over.
"Hey there," she greeted her friends, Hermione drumming her fingers on her arms.
"So, where are we going?" Hermione demanded impatiently. James rolled his eyes at Sarah, exchanging knowing looks. She's annoying! he mouthed, Sarah answered I know!
They kept walking, being led to a sort of picnic ground area set up outside. The Headmistriss stood up behind a podium, a veiled box behind her, which Sarah assumed to be the Goblet of Fire.
"Settle down, settle down!" she called, most of the crowd quieting to mutters. "That means you too, O'Malley." A thirteen year old boy shrunk in his seat, crossing his arms grumpily.
"Well, you all know why we are here, so that should clear up a good deal of my speech." the woman began, adjusting her hat over her frizzy hair. "You all know the Triwizard Tournament is a competition between three magical schools, and that a champion of sorts is chosen for each school, to represent them in three tasks to prove their skill."
"The rules are simple. Each champion is allowed their wand, and nothing else besides their knowladge. The Goblet will accpet all over seventeen years old, there is an Age Line around it, so don't be tempted, younger students." she said in a darker voice, eyeing a group of young, eager looking boys. "Write your name and school on a slip of paper, and toss it in! But bear in mind: Once you enter, there is no turning back. You must finish the Tournament no matter what, you are magically bound to it the moment it spits your name back out."
"The Goblet will be drawing names in three days time, so I suggest you get your names in right away. Good luck to everybody, this is sure to be an exciting year!" the Headmistress finished, stepping down from the podium. All the teachers and a few students briefly applauded, before dividing into small groups. It was apparently a day off from school, because nobody looked to be in a hurry.
"Well, this is going to be fun!" James brightly remarked, clapping his hands together. "So, what is there to do around here?"
"Like I know?" Sarah said, her attention caught by a loud clapping and name chanting of "Nate! Nate! Nate!" As a brown haired, short boy from Hockeday staggered foward, bearing a piece of paper. He dramatically lingered next to the Goblet, smirking at the large crowd, making several girls swoon, before tossing his name in, flames reaching around, then fading away.
The crowd went back to their business, a few other students quietly striding up and casually tossing their names in.
"You gonna do it or not?" Ron asked, nudging Sarah's shoulder. She bit her lip, frowning as Krista triumphantely stutted up, thrusting her name in. "You don't have to, if you aren't comfortable with it. I'd be scared too, all that 'bondage' stuff!"
"I dunno." Sarah responded, sniffing in the humid air. Hermione had left their group unhappily, so James silded back over, a strange smile on his face. "C'mon, let's go play some chess."
Ron easily beat Sarah, then wiped the floor several times with James' dignity. Sarah watched several times, James declaring every time that he would win, and Ron kept taking his money. At the end of three hours, and a totally broke James, Ron decided to refuse another game.
James drooped his head on the table, Sarah patted his shoulder and made puppy dog eyes at Ron. The redhead sighed regretfully, shoving the galleons and sickles back to his gothic friend.
"Here, just because I'm such a nice guy," Ron kindly said, pushing the money back to James, who immediately perked back up. Sarah yawned, mouthing Thanks back to Ron who smiled and nodded. The rest of the day passed uneventful, Ron walked Sarah back to her new home before going on to his. He heasitated for a minute at the end of the drive while Sarah climbed the porch steps, turning around with a raised eyebrow.
Ron flushed slightly, then took off down the street, whistling a merry tune. The other girls weren't back yet, so Sarah read through some of Krista's spellbooks, praticing a useful one on how to make a blinding light from her wand. It was a very powerful spell, the blonde witch struggled with it until Krista burst into the room.
"WHAT are you doing in MY stuff?!" she roared, and Sarah yawned, used to having people yell at her for getting into things she wasn't supposed to. Sarah shrugged, and Krista screamed in frusturation. When her house mate whipped around holding her wand like a gun in front of her with a little tiny flickering light at the end, she rolled her eyes, whirled around, and punched the wall on her way out.
Sarah was laughing her head off, and trotted into the kitchen, picking up a blueberry muffin from the endless supply that Amy was constantly cooking. You could serve an army with that girl, and still have leftovers! Sarah thought, snorting at the thought of Amy serving a bunch of dirty, pig like men with trays of muffins in her pink frilled apron.
Yawning briefly, she looked up at the clock hung above the doorway. It read nearly ten o'clock, and Sarah decided to turn in early, falling asleep the moment her head hit the pillow.