Hi everyone! Been awhile, eh? So I tried to make this one a long chapter :D So happy. Anyway so I am trying to write a few chapters today so I can upload them each week so that I can actually upload something as I am studying for the next few weeks. But you know. Anyway took me awhile to find a foreign name for our new Durmstrang friend. Hope you like it. Enjoy and don't forget to Review.
"Draco, you know Professor Moody?" Taylor asked, as they walked through the empty corridors.
"No, I don't. Please refresh my memory." He said sarcastically.
"Anyway," She said, ignoring his sarcasm, "What do you think of him?"
"Well considering he turned me into a ferret…"
"True, so you hate him?"
"Yup." She nodded.
"Thought so." Taylor and Malfoy had caught up that Friday to just have a chat and walk around together where no one would see them. And no rumours so that Malfoy's 'reputation' wouldn't be ruined.
Also, Dumbledore had given her a room next door to her classroom where she could take time to make away from the noise of other students; Hermione also used it for studying. This is the destination in which Taylor and Malfoy were going.
"So this is it." She said as she motioned to the door. He looked at her. She motioned to the door again.
"I thought you were going to open it for me." He smirked.
"A-huh. Well that's not going to happen. Very gentlemen of you."
"What happened to lady's first?"
"Yes, be first into the room, not opening a door for a ferret." She argued.
"Are we even going to get into the room, or are we just going to argue?" Malfoy asked.
"Fine." They stood there, staring at each other. Just waiting for one of them to make a move, their eyes squinting. Then the door opened. Malfoy looked at it questionably. "I figured that no one was going to open it so I used my wand." She explained. He nodded.
"Ladies first." He motioned inside. Taylor rolled her eyes as she walked into the room. On the right side there was an open fire place that consisted of a fire, on the other side was a desk in which was covered in papers. There were 4 book cases in the room and a small sofa was located at the back of the room. A window was behind the sofa with heavy curtains concealing it. "Nice." He commented, stroking an imaginary beard. "It's like your own little…"
"My own little what?"
"I never came up with a word." Again, Taylor rolled her eyes.
"Well yeah, this is my 'secret room' I guess you could call it." He smiled.
Finally it was Halloween, the feast where the Goblet of Fire champions will be announced. Fred, George and Taylor wanted to dress up as it was Halloween but of course Hermione told them not to as it was the Goblet of Fire announcement and something about it been important. "There's always next year." Taylor had said.
"Hope it's Angelina." Said Fred as the four of them sat down at the Gryffindor table.
"So do I." Hermione put in. "Well we'll soon know."
The feast was, again, filled with foreign foods, which Taylor gladly chugged down. Then came the lollies and desserts, which Taylor, again, ate to her hearts content.
Finally the plates emptied and Dumbledore got up to make his announcement. 'Well the Goblet is almost ready to make its decision, I estimate that it requires one more minute. Now when the champions names are called, I would ask them please to come up to the top of the hall, walk along the staff table and go through into the next chamber, where they will be receiving their first instructions.' He took out his wand and waved it, extinguishing all of the candles except the ones in the carved pumpkins, which sent the hall into semi-darkness. The Goblet shone out to the students, the blue flame was almost blinding, but the students kept watching out of interest and curiosity. Some of the students kept checking their watches.
'Any second…' Lee Jordan whispered. They all were sitting on the edge of their seats. The flames turned red suddenly and sparks began to fly. A flame shot into the air followed by a piece of parchment and the room gasped which made Taylor laugh. With a swift movement Dumbledore caught the piece of parchment in his hand. The flames had turned back to the blue white colour and Dumbledore tried to read the parchment at arm's length.
'The champion for Durmstrang is Victor Krum.' Dumbledore called.
'No surprises there.' Rom yelled over the storming applauses and cheering. Victor walked up the Dumbledore and then into the chamber.
'Bravo, Viktor!' Karkaroff boomed over the applauding students, to which everyone could hear.
Seconds later the Goblet's fire went red again and another piece of parchment flew out to which Dumbledore caught again. 'The Champion for Beauxbatons is Fleur Delacour.'
'It's her, Ron.' Harry yelled over the students. It was, of course, the girl that Ron had fallen for, the veela resembling girl.
'Oh, look, they're all disappointed.' Hermione pointed out. They looked over at the other Beauxbatons students and know that that was an understatement. The girls who didn't get chosen for the tournament were crying on their arms.
"Pathetic." Taylor said, exaggerating the 'th'.
Once Fleur had walked into the other room, the goblet lit red again, this time it was the Hogwarts champion. The fire spat upwards as the piece of parchment followed and Dumbledore caught it. 'The Hogwarts champion is Cedric Diggory.'
'NO!' Ron said loudly, but only Harry could hear him over the roar of the Hufflepuff table. Once Cedric had gone into the chamber the roar continued, until Dumbledore could make himself be heard.
Taylor looked sadly over at the Hufflepuff table. So long Cedric. She thought.
'Excellent .' Dumbledore said happily, 'Well, we have our three champions. I am sure I can count upon all of you, including the remaining students from Beauxbatons and Durmstrang, to give your champions every ounce of support you can muster. By cheering your champion on, you will contribute in a very real-'
Taylor remembered what was coming (how could she not) and avoided eye contact with the trio.
Dumbledore suddenly stopped talking, and everyone knew why. The fire in the Goblet had turned red again and sparks were flying out of it. A long red flame shot into the air and out flew another piece of parchment. Dumbledore caught it again curiously; he held it out at arm's length and opened it. He paused for a moment, looking squarely at the piece of parchment before finally clearing his throat he called out the name.
'Harry Potter…'
Taylor looked over to Harry who seemed to just stair in awe. She knew that he thought that he was dreaming and was numb. She knew that he didn't believe a word that Dumbledore had said. But sadly for him, it was complete and utter truth. There was no applause. So Taylor applauded, then after 3 seconds she stopped, as she realised that this was a serious moment. There was like a buzzing noise, like angry bees, the students started to stand up to get a better look of the Boy Who Lived who was still sitting frozen. At the staff table, Professor McGonagall had stood up and rushed over to where Dumbledore stood and whispered something in his ear.
Harry looked over to where Taylor, Ron and Hermione sat, and behind them the Gryffindor table who were staring at him, opened mouthed.
'I didn't put my name in. You know I didn't.' He said blankly.
'Harry Potter!' Dumbledore called again. 'Harry! Up here if you will.'
'Go on.' Hermione whispered to Harry, and gave him a slight push. As Harry got to his feet Draco caught Taylor's eye. He gave her a questioning look to which she just shrugged her shoulders and continued watching Harry.
Many eyes followed him as he made his way up to the staff table.
'Well, through the door, Harry.' Dumbledore instructed with no smile on his face. Taylor and the rest of the school watched as he walked through the door and into the other room. At that everyone started to discuss what had just happened.
"Harry Potter?"
"Always trying to get more famous."
"Cheater."
"A fourth Champion."
"I can't believe that he didn't tell me that he put his name in." Ron pouted.
"This is silly." Hermione stated, "Harry would never have put his name in the goblet without telling you, Ronald."
"Taylor will tell us, won't you?"
"You know I can't!" She said angrily. She stood up and walked over to Dumbledore.
"Ah, Miss Mundus. Would you like to follow us down to talk to the champions?" He asked.
"Maybe in a moment." She said. He nodded as he understood and went straight down with the other professors.
"Maybe try to calm everyone down." Professor McGonagall told her as she followed the other professors down. She nodded. Taylor walked to the front of the platform.
"Ah, can I please have your attention?" She asked in a normal voice. Everyone continued gossiping.
"HELLO!?" She called. Nothing happened. Then she screamed. That got their attention.
"Ok, finally. All of you IDIOTS are listening. Now, shut up. Because seriously I'm sick of all your gossiping. You're like those muggle girls from Mean Girls." There were some who gasped. "Remember this is a serious competition. Now all of you go up to your dorms immediately and be quiet as you go up or down. I'm sure the portraits will appreciate it." She looked over at the Durmstrangs to which one smiled when she made eye contact with him. She smiled back. In a much nicer voice she said to the students, "Support your fellow students. Your classmates, your peers, even someone you don't like. Because in this tournament they are going to need all the support they can get. Now off to bed, all of you."
The students rose and started to walk to their dorms to or to where they were staying. The boy who she had smiled at walked over to where she was standing.
"Great speech." He told her.
"Thanks."
"Zat vas very interesting." She nodded.
"What's your name?" She asked.
"Ivar, Provessor Mundus."
"You can call me Taylor if you want." She told him. He bowed and then followed his peers. She frowned. Didn't see that one coming. A blonde was watching from a far.
Ok, FINISHED THIS CHAPTER! WOOO! Now to work on the next few… Anyway PLEASE review this, because it gives me inspiration to keep writing. Tell me how to improve it, or of you dont like it, or if you do. Only has to be a few words. Anyway, until next time. xx