Chapter thirty-five
The goblet of fire
Laenna p.o.v
I sat in the hall for breakfast. I had to admit that Nico was cute. My type? No, but definitely cute. Unlike the rest of Drumstrang who were at the Slytherin table, he sat with us at Ravenclaw. Or at least he was until his headmaster called him over.
"So what do you think?" Lexi asked, walking over to sit in his empty spot.
"What do you mean?" I asked.
"Him," she pointed to Nico. I shrugged.
"Cute," I answered. She smirked.
"That's what I thought," she smirked. I shot her a confused look before taking a bite of my apple. She rolled her eyes and shook her head.
"Attention students!" called Dumbledore. I swallowed my food and turned to him.
"Students, we are having a very large contest. One student from each school will be selected to represent it, and that student will participate in three challenges. The winner shall receive 1000 galleons as prize money. To decide who will be the champion of the school, we have the goblet of fire!" he announced. The goblet of fire was magnificent and slightly intimidating. I knew that there was no way I was participating.
"Those who wish to be the champion must write their name on a slip of paper and cast it into the goblet. Those under 15 must of permission from a parent before they enter."
"I'm so entering," Lexi said looking at the goblet.
"You need parental permission Lex," I told her. Then I remembered that she was over 250 years old. "Nevermind." She smirked.
I apologise for the shortness. I didn't know it was possible to sprain a pinky but here I am.