Ophelia
November 3rd 1994
I was on my way to the library to study for my transfiguration test. I have most of it down but I was studying animagus' and how to become one. It's intrigued me since my second year. I was almost at the library when I felt an arm pull me. I was shoved into a tiny closet. Once my eyes focused I saw ginger hair and immediately knew. "Hello George," I whispered. George shoved his large hand over my mouth and pressed a finger to his lips. I rolled my eyes and stood there silently until he released me.
"Hello Ophelia," he whispered with a smile.
"And where is Fred?" I asked. George rolled his eyes and shook his head.
"He's been soo whiny lately, so I escaped him," George stated. Was Fred always mopey and whiny?
"And what are you doing in this broom closet?" I asked him, my hands still holding my books which were now pressed up against his chest.
"It gets boring without Fred, so I pulled a prank on Filch. He almost caught me,almost, so now I'm waiting for him to give up," George laughed softly. I smiled.
"How do you know Filch is going to give up?" I asked. George looked at his watch and smiled.
"I give him five more minutes."
"Why did you decided to drag me in here?" I asked adjusting myself to get more comfortable. It wasn't really working as my body was literally pressed up against his.
"I was lonely," George laughed and I shook my head.
"You couldn't have found a bigger closet?" I asked, standing on my tiptoes to get closer to his face. He was exactly a foot taller than me.
"Well... It was just gonna be me in here until I saw you passing by," he said. I was going to say something back but lost my balance and fell forward onto him.
"Shit, sorry," I apologize frantically. George laughed and held me for a little bit before pushing me back into the position I was in when I first came into the closet.
"You're okay, Ophelia," he said and looked at his watch again. "Looks like we can leave," he stated before nudging out of the closet. We said our byes and went on our separate ways.
***
The whole great hall was buzzing about who was going to be the Hogwarts champion. Tonight was the night and I was excited but it wasn't what was on my mind at the moment. Rosalie had been really excited as Cedric had put his name in a couple weeks ago.
Dumbledore did his usual announcements before saying what we were all excited for. "Now the moment you've all be waiting for... the champion selection!" he dimmed the fire of the sconces. Everyone hushed quietly as Dumbledore reached for the goblet to pick the first name. The flames fluttered from blue to pink and then back to blue as the first name flew out. Dumbledore grabbed it and read it aloud. "The Durmstrang champion is... Viktor Krum!" Durmstrang cheered ad Viktor went to go stand by his headmaster by Dumbledore. I remember the twins the talking about Krum apparently he plays for Bulgarian quidditch team. The goblet turned pink again and another named fluttered out of it. Dumbledore grabbed it and read it once again. "The champion from Beauxbatons is Fleur Delacour!' The girls of Beauxbatons clapped and Fleur went to stand by her headmistress.
I felt Rosalie's leg bounce beside to mine as the fire turned pink again. I place my hand on her knee as Dumbledore grabbed the last name that flew out. "The Hogwarts champion: Cedric Diggory!" The whole Hufflepuff house cheered loudly. The our of us added to those cheers, Rosalie the loudest of course. Cedric shook Dumbledore's hands and stood next to him. Dumbledore silenced us after that and then explained what one champion would win in the end. The Triwizard cup. We all clapped but I noticed Snape was staring at us. I looked back and saw the goblet of fire turning from blue to pink and then back to blue again. Dumbledore swift walked over to it. He grabbed the name that was spit out of it and read it.
"Harry Potter?" I looked over at Harry and he didn't move. He stared at Dumbledore in shock before Dumbledore screamed his name once more. Hermione pushed Harry towards Dumbledore and he handed Harry his name. Harry started to walk back to the front of the room towards where the professors were standing. The crowd broke out into a murmur, some people shouting at him. I felt bad for staring but I couldn't look away. How did he do it?