30th of October 1994,
I solemnly swear that I am Harry James Potter.
Beauxbaton and Durmstrang arrived today for the feast. Both schools made a really big show about their arrival, Durmstrang even more so because of their star athlete, Victor Krum. A Quidditch star, supposedly. Beauxbaton entered with a little more grace, the dove conjuring was a nice touch and a piece of interesting conjuration. I'll have to talk to one of their teachers about it. Durmstrang, literally, danced their way into the room with big movements, metal staffs and lots of fire magic. Then Victor Krum and Igor Karkoff, their headmaster, came marching in like two military leaders. Fair to be fair, Durmstrang does seem like a very militaristic school from what I have read about them.
There was a big showing about revealing the Triwizard Cup. Explaining the rules for entering, once again, as well as stressing harshly the severity of the trials that the three champions would endure during the Tournament. Professor Moody did deliver quite the⦠daunting speech about what could possibly happen to any "youngster" that was a little too smart for his or her own good and tried to enter the tournament despite the rules.
I caught sight of Fleur during the little showing, we exchanged a muted greeting and Gabrielle even managed a weak wave from next to Fleur. Good, I wouldn't want all that time in France I spent trying to make her more open go to waste. I did also see one other student that caught my eye. I don't know her name, yet, but her eyes were what drew me to her. She has the same shade of emerald that I do, and her hair was the most amazing shade of red.
Once dinner was over we were allowed a chance to speak with our new guests. Fleur and Gabrielle found me immediately, Fleur bombarded me with information about what she had been doing, and how her school was going and how excited she was for the tournament. If I hadn't been so good at listening, and gotten used to her speedy speech, I might have missed most of what she was saying. Gabrielle did manage a hello and a small hug, though she hid behind Fleur again right after. They introduced me to a few of their friends. Most of Fleur's friends thought I was, and I quote "the cutest leetle boy" they had ever seen. Fleur did get a little angry with them for belittling me, but honestly, with a height like mine, I'm not really surprised. I'm short, what can you do about it.
I did manage to ask about the girl from earlier. Fleur didn't know her that well, she keeps a lot to herself and doesn't really talk to all that many at their school. Her name is Adrienne. Whenever I think about the name I feel a heat in my chest, I think I might be falling for her a little. Good on you, Potter. You haven't even talked to the girl yet and you are already tumbling over yourself.
Well, I'll see what the future brings. For now, I just want to watch the tournament and cheer for Cedric if he gets chosen.
This is Harry James Potter Evans going to bed.
