A variety of food appeared in front of everyone. Allen clapped because of how starving he was. Jay licked his lips and didn't even think twice about using a fork. He grabbed a chicken leg and stuffed it down his throat.

"Do you mind using a fork and knife?" asked Carly.

"Sorry." Jay gulped, "I'm starving!" He took another bite out of the chicken.

"Yeah, seriously Jay." Rachel muttered.

"What was that?" Jay asked with the food still in his mouth.

"Never mind." Rachel said as she plopped mashed potatoes onto her plate.

"Can you pass the potatoes, Rachel?" Connor asked. Connor was excited about the tournament but decided he wasn't going to enter because he knew he wasn't going to be aloud. He stroked back his long, now greasy, brown hair and put his hand out for the bowl. Rachel took out her wand and said,

"Wingardium Leviosa!" The bowl of mashed potatoes rose slowly into the air and as Rachel moved her wand, the bowl moved with it.

"Wait, Rachel!" Connor said.

"Don't worry, Connor. I got this." Rachel assured Connor.

Rachel's wand arm accidentally bashed into Carly, which made the mashed potatoes fall over and splat all over Connor and Allen.

"Way to go, Rachel!" Allen exclaimed.

"Oh, Rachel!" Connor screamed as he wiped off some mashed potatoes. "I was trying to tell you I wanted the potatoes, not the mashed potatoes!"

"Oops?" Rachel shrugged. A seventh year glanced in their direction and saw that Allen and Connor were drenched in potato. He waved his wand and Connor felt better than he did before. He turned to see Allen with nothing on his robes.

"Thanks!" Connor said to the seventh year.

"No problem." The seventh year said.

"Hey, do you know when Quidditch tryouts is?" Connor asked him.

"No clue. Thinn will probably announce it." As he finished his sentence, Thinn quieted everyone down.

"After some discussion with the other judges, Professor Karkaroff, Madam Wimbletan, Mr. Isaac Hushester, Head of the Department of Magical Coopertaion and Mr. Richard Gerachio, Head of the Department of Magical Games and Sports," Professor Thinn started, "We have decided that the appropriate age to enter the Tournament, due to safeness, 4th years and higher."

Allen yelped. Connor blinked rapidly. He wasn't expecting that one bit. From what his father and uncle told him, you had to be at least 17 to enter!

"Are you kidding me?" Allen screamed.

"Well, are you entering?" Jessica asked, "I'm not, but are you guys."

"Way too dangerous!" Carly said.

"I agree!" Rachel agreed.

"C'mon guys! They said it was safe!" Jay told them. Carly ignored him like he didn't exist.

"I'm not taking any risks." Rachel answered.

"I'm definitely entering my name!" Allen exclaimed.

"Me too!" Jay said, "How about you, Connor?" Connor blanked out.

"I … uh-" Connor started.

"Silence!" Professor Thinn exclaimed. "The four champions shall be determined by something they call The Goblet of Fire."