A.N.
Muchos gracias to The Devil Child (a reviewer's name) who made me realize how stupid I sounded in the first chapter and reminded me that things that happened in the 14th century aren't always logical in the 21st.
Krum, Fleur and Maxime
" I wrote to tell him that I probably just imagined my scar hurting."
" Told who?" asked Bri, bouncing up behind Harry, Ron and Hermione.
"Er, my godfather he's, er, a pharmacist, he, er, offered me some headache medicine" Harry said.
" When does your scar hurt?" Bri inquired, fingering the choker that hid her own.
" Oh, it was just this one time during the summer. I reckon even if I didn't imagine it, it was probably just throbbing from when my aunt hit me with a frying pan that morning," replied Harry, quickly.
"Anyways", said Ron, changing the subject, "Wasn't that Divination homework terribly long?"
But Bri wasn't listening any more.
***********The few thoughts in Bri's head that aren't about Adam****************
It was Midsummer, wasn't it? I remember a cold voice and a small man. There was a huge snake curled up a t the foot of a chair like a dog. An old man walked in and there was a great flash of green light. I felt as though I was on fire and then, I woke up.
" Hel-lo, anybody home?" George waved a hand in front of Bri's face and pointed to the top of the Hall where Dumbledore was speaking.
" All students will be released an hour early today for the arrival of the students from Beaux batons and Durmstrang. And, no, Mister Weasley you may not use this interruption as an excuse to be late for Professor Snape's class. Put your hand down. You should all head to your classes now."
"Why so glum, chum?" Adam asked.
"Oh, it's nothing. It's just starting tonight I'll be addressed with, "Leetle girl would you iron my underwear?" or something equally stupid. For the past few weeks I've been a normal student and I didn't have to give a damn if Fleur Delacour's underwear was ironed or not."
"Oh Bri you've never been normal and that's why we like you," Adam said teasingly.
"Ha Ha very funny," she replied, giving him a shove in the ribs. "C'mon, we'll be late for Herbology".
"Look, there they come." "Whoa"
A dozen golden, winged, horses swooped down out of the sky pulling a lovely gilt and powder blue carriage.
" THOSE, are the horses you take care of, Bri?" Ron asked, eyes wide as platters, "They're the size of small houses!!!"
"Oh, but they're very sweet. Would you like to pet them?"
" N-N-No thanks, Dude your Headmistress is huge too! Are you the only normal-sized person at your friggin' school?" Ron asked in amazement.
The handsome, olive-skinned Headmistress of Beauxbatons Academy stepped out of her carriage. She was at least Hagrid's height and covered with Opal encrusted jewelry.
" Gabrielle! Oh! I 'ave missed you so much, (yeah right, you've missed the slave labor) now we can all be one big 'appy family, Take care of ze 'orses," Madame Maxime went from cheek pinching aunt to drill sergeant in less than a second.
" Dumbly-dorr, Gabrielle will need at least six serv..."
" Maxime, I am sure our Care of Magical Creatures teacher will be delighted to help Gabrielle." Said Dumbledore.
"But Dumbly-dorr zey need vairy forceful, Oh my!"
You see that comma in between forceful and Oh. That was when Hagrid chose to come out and see what was going on because any animal bigger than a queen sized bed would seem very interesting to Hagrid. Maxime had never seen anyone like Hagrid before ( Thank God, if there were more than one Hagrid dragons would have burnt down the entire world by now.) and in yet another one of those disgustingly mushy moments the gigantic pair instantly fell in love.
After a few seconds Bri broke the warm silence rather rudely.
" Hagrid, if you would stop ogling my headmistress we could get the horses into the barn," she said smiling.
" Er, yeh, the barn, me n Gabrielle, uh, built the barn fer yer 'orses, ma'am" Hagrid bragged. The truth was, the barn was conjured by Bri's wand and a pink umbrella.
"Oh, call me Olympe," she cooed
"Hagrid," he grunted
"Hurry back, 'agrid," Maxime purred.
Augh, how disgusting, Bri thought. It should be illegal for teachers to have love lives.
After the delegation from Durmstrang arrived they all went back to the Great Hall. It looked particularly spectacular tonight although the Beauxbatons students did not seem to think so. They looked around the room with disdain and even poked fun at the golden place settings. "Huh, probably just electroplate," they scoffed. In truth the food was almost as lovely as the décor. Much of the food was foreign, especially French and Hermione was telling her friends about all the foods she had tried on holiday two summers ago.
"Eurgh," said Ron, looking at a murky stew, "What is it?"
" Gabrielle, would you see eef zat boy eez done with ze bouillabaisse?" asked a haughty voice.
" You wouldn't have liked it anyways, it's made of snails," said Bri, taking the stew.
But Ron could have cared less. He was still staring at the girl that had asked for the stew.
"Who's that?"
" Mme. Fleur Delacour," Bri replied. She then rolled her eyes and sighed "Guys," to Hermione.
"Dude, she has to be a veela," said Ron.
"Who? Cho?" "Who? Bri?" Harry and Adam said simultaneously, referring to their respective crushes sitting at the Ravenclaw table.
"Hey, isn't that the guy that did the Wonky Faint thing at the World Cup?" asked Hermione.
"Wronski Feint," corrected the boys rather reflexively still staring at the Ravenclaw table and not thinking.
"What? Viktor Krum? Here?"
The Great Hall came alive with chatter as the Durmstrang students sat down at the Slytherin table with their head master, Professor Karkaroff. There he was, Viktor Krum, the Bulgarian World Cup seeker.
" My God! He's one of the greatest Seekers of all time. I wonder where he's staying." Adam said, awed to be in the presence of one of his idols.
"Yeah Harry," Ron added "He could have your bed."
"Attention all," a silence fell as Dumbledore began to speak. "Welcome to Hogwarts, before we bring in the goblet I would like to introduce you to our other judges, Barty Crouch and Ludo Bagman."
Crouch received a polite smattering of applause whereas the students roared for Bagman. Yet it remained to be seen whether it was because of his fame as a beater or because he had the audacity to wear bright orange robes that didn't fit.
While the students had been clapping the large goblet was wheeled in.
"This goblet will serve as an impartial judge as to who will participate in the tournament. All students wishing to enter will put their names and schools on a sheet of paper and put it in the goblet. There will be an age line drawn around it once the goblet is placed in the entrance of the Hall to prevent anyone under seventeen from entering. The winners will be announced at supper tomorrow."
It was only quarter after eight when they arrived at Gryffndor tower and the friends decided to stay up in the common room.
"An age line!" Fred spewed gleefully. " Does he really think we're that stupid? We'll just use an aging potion."
They played a few games of exploding snap. Ron and Harry played a several games of chess.
After Harry had been beaten about 10 times Bri let out a huge yawn and said, "I've got to get back to the carriage, Madame Maxime wants us too "be one big 'appy family."
"We'll walk you back," Harry offered.
"Lumos," the five friends said, shedding light over the lawn. They walked silently for several minutes.
"If you guys were old enough, would you enter?" Ron asked.
"Heck yeah, with a thousand galleon purse I could probably transfer to Hogwarts, but I wouldn't do it while everyone was watching." Bri replied.
"Me neither, what if the goblet just spit your name back out," said Harry.
"What about you, Adam?" Hermione asked.
"I don't know, but whenever Oliver owls me, he's always whining about how he wishes he were still here at Hogwarts."
"Well, Here we are the only dungeon more miserable than Professor Snape's," said Bri, grimacing at the step of the carriage, "Toodles."
Muchos gracias to The Devil Child (a reviewer's name) who made me realize how stupid I sounded in the first chapter and reminded me that things that happened in the 14th century aren't always logical in the 21st.
Krum, Fleur and Maxime
" I wrote to tell him that I probably just imagined my scar hurting."
" Told who?" asked Bri, bouncing up behind Harry, Ron and Hermione.
"Er, my godfather he's, er, a pharmacist, he, er, offered me some headache medicine" Harry said.
" When does your scar hurt?" Bri inquired, fingering the choker that hid her own.
" Oh, it was just this one time during the summer. I reckon even if I didn't imagine it, it was probably just throbbing from when my aunt hit me with a frying pan that morning," replied Harry, quickly.
"Anyways", said Ron, changing the subject, "Wasn't that Divination homework terribly long?"
But Bri wasn't listening any more.
***********The few thoughts in Bri's head that aren't about Adam****************
It was Midsummer, wasn't it? I remember a cold voice and a small man. There was a huge snake curled up a t the foot of a chair like a dog. An old man walked in and there was a great flash of green light. I felt as though I was on fire and then, I woke up.
" Hel-lo, anybody home?" George waved a hand in front of Bri's face and pointed to the top of the Hall where Dumbledore was speaking.
" All students will be released an hour early today for the arrival of the students from Beaux batons and Durmstrang. And, no, Mister Weasley you may not use this interruption as an excuse to be late for Professor Snape's class. Put your hand down. You should all head to your classes now."
"Why so glum, chum?" Adam asked.
"Oh, it's nothing. It's just starting tonight I'll be addressed with, "Leetle girl would you iron my underwear?" or something equally stupid. For the past few weeks I've been a normal student and I didn't have to give a damn if Fleur Delacour's underwear was ironed or not."
"Oh Bri you've never been normal and that's why we like you," Adam said teasingly.
"Ha Ha very funny," she replied, giving him a shove in the ribs. "C'mon, we'll be late for Herbology".
"Look, there they come." "Whoa"
A dozen golden, winged, horses swooped down out of the sky pulling a lovely gilt and powder blue carriage.
" THOSE, are the horses you take care of, Bri?" Ron asked, eyes wide as platters, "They're the size of small houses!!!"
"Oh, but they're very sweet. Would you like to pet them?"
" N-N-No thanks, Dude your Headmistress is huge too! Are you the only normal-sized person at your friggin' school?" Ron asked in amazement.
The handsome, olive-skinned Headmistress of Beauxbatons Academy stepped out of her carriage. She was at least Hagrid's height and covered with Opal encrusted jewelry.
" Gabrielle! Oh! I 'ave missed you so much, (yeah right, you've missed the slave labor) now we can all be one big 'appy family, Take care of ze 'orses," Madame Maxime went from cheek pinching aunt to drill sergeant in less than a second.
" Dumbly-dorr, Gabrielle will need at least six serv..."
" Maxime, I am sure our Care of Magical Creatures teacher will be delighted to help Gabrielle." Said Dumbledore.
"But Dumbly-dorr zey need vairy forceful, Oh my!"
You see that comma in between forceful and Oh. That was when Hagrid chose to come out and see what was going on because any animal bigger than a queen sized bed would seem very interesting to Hagrid. Maxime had never seen anyone like Hagrid before ( Thank God, if there were more than one Hagrid dragons would have burnt down the entire world by now.) and in yet another one of those disgustingly mushy moments the gigantic pair instantly fell in love.
After a few seconds Bri broke the warm silence rather rudely.
" Hagrid, if you would stop ogling my headmistress we could get the horses into the barn," she said smiling.
" Er, yeh, the barn, me n Gabrielle, uh, built the barn fer yer 'orses, ma'am" Hagrid bragged. The truth was, the barn was conjured by Bri's wand and a pink umbrella.
"Oh, call me Olympe," she cooed
"Hagrid," he grunted
"Hurry back, 'agrid," Maxime purred.
Augh, how disgusting, Bri thought. It should be illegal for teachers to have love lives.
After the delegation from Durmstrang arrived they all went back to the Great Hall. It looked particularly spectacular tonight although the Beauxbatons students did not seem to think so. They looked around the room with disdain and even poked fun at the golden place settings. "Huh, probably just electroplate," they scoffed. In truth the food was almost as lovely as the décor. Much of the food was foreign, especially French and Hermione was telling her friends about all the foods she had tried on holiday two summers ago.
"Eurgh," said Ron, looking at a murky stew, "What is it?"
" Gabrielle, would you see eef zat boy eez done with ze bouillabaisse?" asked a haughty voice.
" You wouldn't have liked it anyways, it's made of snails," said Bri, taking the stew.
But Ron could have cared less. He was still staring at the girl that had asked for the stew.
"Who's that?"
" Mme. Fleur Delacour," Bri replied. She then rolled her eyes and sighed "Guys," to Hermione.
"Dude, she has to be a veela," said Ron.
"Who? Cho?" "Who? Bri?" Harry and Adam said simultaneously, referring to their respective crushes sitting at the Ravenclaw table.
"Hey, isn't that the guy that did the Wonky Faint thing at the World Cup?" asked Hermione.
"Wronski Feint," corrected the boys rather reflexively still staring at the Ravenclaw table and not thinking.
"What? Viktor Krum? Here?"
The Great Hall came alive with chatter as the Durmstrang students sat down at the Slytherin table with their head master, Professor Karkaroff. There he was, Viktor Krum, the Bulgarian World Cup seeker.
" My God! He's one of the greatest Seekers of all time. I wonder where he's staying." Adam said, awed to be in the presence of one of his idols.
"Yeah Harry," Ron added "He could have your bed."
"Attention all," a silence fell as Dumbledore began to speak. "Welcome to Hogwarts, before we bring in the goblet I would like to introduce you to our other judges, Barty Crouch and Ludo Bagman."
Crouch received a polite smattering of applause whereas the students roared for Bagman. Yet it remained to be seen whether it was because of his fame as a beater or because he had the audacity to wear bright orange robes that didn't fit.
While the students had been clapping the large goblet was wheeled in.
"This goblet will serve as an impartial judge as to who will participate in the tournament. All students wishing to enter will put their names and schools on a sheet of paper and put it in the goblet. There will be an age line drawn around it once the goblet is placed in the entrance of the Hall to prevent anyone under seventeen from entering. The winners will be announced at supper tomorrow."
It was only quarter after eight when they arrived at Gryffndor tower and the friends decided to stay up in the common room.
"An age line!" Fred spewed gleefully. " Does he really think we're that stupid? We'll just use an aging potion."
They played a few games of exploding snap. Ron and Harry played a several games of chess.
After Harry had been beaten about 10 times Bri let out a huge yawn and said, "I've got to get back to the carriage, Madame Maxime wants us too "be one big 'appy family."
"We'll walk you back," Harry offered.
"Lumos," the five friends said, shedding light over the lawn. They walked silently for several minutes.
"If you guys were old enough, would you enter?" Ron asked.
"Heck yeah, with a thousand galleon purse I could probably transfer to Hogwarts, but I wouldn't do it while everyone was watching." Bri replied.
"Me neither, what if the goblet just spit your name back out," said Harry.
"What about you, Adam?" Hermione asked.
"I don't know, but whenever Oliver owls me, he's always whining about how he wishes he were still here at Hogwarts."
"Well, Here we are the only dungeon more miserable than Professor Snape's," said Bri, grimacing at the step of the carriage, "Toodles."