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Ron's PoV
Chapter two.Viktor's back- whoop-de-doo!
"Some of those plays were frankly dangerous, Harry." My annoying brother Fred complained as the Gryffindor team trekked up the lawn to Hogwarts castle. It was half past eight in the morning, and we had been out practising since seven. All of us were covered in mud and pretty wet, but had a feeling of energy about us- energy that only Quidditch could bring.
My equally annoying brother George fell into step with his twin. "He's right you know. But I'll tell you what- Oliver would be proud." He said with a grin. Harry rolled his eyes. The twins made comments of this kind at every training session, and so he was used to it.
"Don't listen to him Harry. I think we've actually got a good chance of winning." Angelina Johnson said, throwing a dirty look at the twins. George threw a look of horror back at her. "Don't say things like that! You've jinxed it now!" He said, pretending to upset. Angelina socked him over the head with the back of her hand. George showed no signs of having been hit, but Fred clasped the back of his head and pretended to yell with pain. "Stop hitting us!" He whined. Angelina shook her head in disbelief. "Impossible." She muttered. "Thank you." Fred and George said in unison. Angelina gritted her teeth.
I looked back at her. I had seen the 'don't-hurt-us' routine a million times before and knew that it could really wind people up. "Ignore them." I said. "The more you insult them or hit them, the worse they get. Take it from someone who has years of experience." I said with a grin. Fred clapped me on the shoulder. "Lucky you." He said, winking. George started laughing but I just rolled my eyes and kept walking.
"Now, now Ronald. There's no need to get all huffy with me." Fred said in hurt voice as I still kept walking. Ronald- yuck!
"Shut up Frederick." I threw over my shoulder at Fred. George laughed louder, gaining a genuine annoyed look from his twin- something that happened very rarely. Fred hated being called Frederick almost as much as I hated being called Ronald. George was the only one of the seven Weasley children (including me) whose name wasn't a shortened version of something else, giving him a clear advantage. Honestly- Bilius, Charles, Percival, Frederick, George, Ronald and Virginia- what were my parents *on*?
Fred didn't stay in a bad mood for very long- in fact the longest either he or George had been in a bad mood with each other was two minutes- my little sister Ginny had counted. Soon he and George were walking either side of me, taking turns to try and trip me up by sticking out their feet.
By the time we all reached the Entrance Hall, I was in a very annoyed mood, and hurried ahead of the twins to get to Gryffindor Tower before they could do anything else to me. The rest of the team followed me and we all separated into our dorm rooms to change into our red Quidditch robes- (we had practised that morning in our normal black ones). Harry and I took the longest to get ready because we had three other people in our room firing all sorts of Quidditch questions at us.
Harry and I answered normally, but inside I was feeling pretty nervous, and I could tell he was as well. We had fifteen minutes before the Durmstrang students arrived for the tournament- and when they came we would finally know what we were up against. When the two of us were ready we said goodbye to Seamus, Dean and Neville and made our way down to the Great Hall, where most of the school were already gathered, wearing their black hats and all looking very proper. The only colour in the room came from the red of the Gryffindor robes and the green of the Slytherin ones. Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw were not playing in the tournament.
Harry and I sat down at the Gryffindor table next to Hermione, who was distractedly re-reading Hogwarts: A History, supposedly to pass the time. She smiled as we sat down. "What took you so long? They'll be here in a minute!" She said excitedly. Harry reached for a plate. "We were practising." He told her as he piled bacon and eggs onto his plate- even if he was nervous, Quidditch training still made you hungry.
I pulled a plate towards myself. "So Hermione- who're going to support in the tournament?" I asked. Hermione narrowed her eyes at me. "What kind of question is that?" She said in an annoyed voice. I shrugged. "A simple one." I said innocently. "I just though that you might be supporting Boltaveria, that's all."
Hermione shut her book and folded her arms. "Ha ha. Very funny." She said sarcastically. I looked up at her. "It wasn't a joke." I said seriously. Hermione rolled her eyes. "Good for you." She said. I raised an eyebrow. "You still haven't answered the question you know." I accused.
Hermione opened her mouth to answer me but was cut off when a hush fell over the Hall. Everyone was looking over at the door, which had just been flung open to reveal Dumbledore standing there with a big smile on his face. And behind him stood a group of seven people wearing grey robes, seven wearing royal blue, and about thirty others wearing blood-red. "Here we go." I muttered, earning a death-glare from Hermione.
"Good Morning." Dumbledore said pleasantly. "I'm sure you will all join me in greeting our visitors." Dumbledore began to clap, and soon the entire Hall was ringing with deafening applause. The group of Durmstrang students filed into the Hall, all a bit red in the face and looking very embarrassed. Viktor Krum, however, did not seem too perturbed by all the fuss- he was an international seeker after all. He was dressed in silver- grey Quidditch robes, the colour of Boltaveria house.
Durmstrang, like Hogwarts, had four houses, and for the tournament they had also held a mini-tournament to choose their two best teams to represent the school. The two teams were Boltaveria and Gonovitch. Hogwarts' two teams were Gryffindor and Slytherin. The two school teams would play each other, and the winners (definitely Gryffindor) would be in a Hogwarts v Durmstrang final for the first ever Inter-school cup.
The Durmstrang students made their way over to a smaller table at the side of the hall, next to the Slytherin table, all of which were studying the opposition carefully. Viktor Krum looked over to our table and waved at Hermione. Hermione smiled bashfully and waved back. I rolled my eyes. This was going to be one long breakfast.
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Deep, dark, sometimes-sarcastic thoughts of Harry Potter:
OK. So far so good. He hasn't broken anything yet today- but there's plenty of time. After all, we've got the welcome brunch after breakfast, and I just can't *wait* to get Ron and Viktor next to each other. Poor Vicky- he has no idea he's caused so much offence. Hang on- when did I start calling him Vicky? Oh my God- Ron's contagious!
Dear Diary, Just a quick note- I'm in the middle of breakfast. The Durmstrang lot are here- Hermione looks ready to run over to Viktor and hug him. Ron looks ready to run over to Viktor and punch him. And that thought I had last night- now I can't get rid of it. It can't be true. Ginny xxx
Ron's PoV
Chapter two.Viktor's back- whoop-de-doo!
"Some of those plays were frankly dangerous, Harry." My annoying brother Fred complained as the Gryffindor team trekked up the lawn to Hogwarts castle. It was half past eight in the morning, and we had been out practising since seven. All of us were covered in mud and pretty wet, but had a feeling of energy about us- energy that only Quidditch could bring.
My equally annoying brother George fell into step with his twin. "He's right you know. But I'll tell you what- Oliver would be proud." He said with a grin. Harry rolled his eyes. The twins made comments of this kind at every training session, and so he was used to it.
"Don't listen to him Harry. I think we've actually got a good chance of winning." Angelina Johnson said, throwing a dirty look at the twins. George threw a look of horror back at her. "Don't say things like that! You've jinxed it now!" He said, pretending to upset. Angelina socked him over the head with the back of her hand. George showed no signs of having been hit, but Fred clasped the back of his head and pretended to yell with pain. "Stop hitting us!" He whined. Angelina shook her head in disbelief. "Impossible." She muttered. "Thank you." Fred and George said in unison. Angelina gritted her teeth.
I looked back at her. I had seen the 'don't-hurt-us' routine a million times before and knew that it could really wind people up. "Ignore them." I said. "The more you insult them or hit them, the worse they get. Take it from someone who has years of experience." I said with a grin. Fred clapped me on the shoulder. "Lucky you." He said, winking. George started laughing but I just rolled my eyes and kept walking.
"Now, now Ronald. There's no need to get all huffy with me." Fred said in hurt voice as I still kept walking. Ronald- yuck!
"Shut up Frederick." I threw over my shoulder at Fred. George laughed louder, gaining a genuine annoyed look from his twin- something that happened very rarely. Fred hated being called Frederick almost as much as I hated being called Ronald. George was the only one of the seven Weasley children (including me) whose name wasn't a shortened version of something else, giving him a clear advantage. Honestly- Bilius, Charles, Percival, Frederick, George, Ronald and Virginia- what were my parents *on*?
Fred didn't stay in a bad mood for very long- in fact the longest either he or George had been in a bad mood with each other was two minutes- my little sister Ginny had counted. Soon he and George were walking either side of me, taking turns to try and trip me up by sticking out their feet.
By the time we all reached the Entrance Hall, I was in a very annoyed mood, and hurried ahead of the twins to get to Gryffindor Tower before they could do anything else to me. The rest of the team followed me and we all separated into our dorm rooms to change into our red Quidditch robes- (we had practised that morning in our normal black ones). Harry and I took the longest to get ready because we had three other people in our room firing all sorts of Quidditch questions at us.
Harry and I answered normally, but inside I was feeling pretty nervous, and I could tell he was as well. We had fifteen minutes before the Durmstrang students arrived for the tournament- and when they came we would finally know what we were up against. When the two of us were ready we said goodbye to Seamus, Dean and Neville and made our way down to the Great Hall, where most of the school were already gathered, wearing their black hats and all looking very proper. The only colour in the room came from the red of the Gryffindor robes and the green of the Slytherin ones. Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw were not playing in the tournament.
Harry and I sat down at the Gryffindor table next to Hermione, who was distractedly re-reading Hogwarts: A History, supposedly to pass the time. She smiled as we sat down. "What took you so long? They'll be here in a minute!" She said excitedly. Harry reached for a plate. "We were practising." He told her as he piled bacon and eggs onto his plate- even if he was nervous, Quidditch training still made you hungry.
I pulled a plate towards myself. "So Hermione- who're going to support in the tournament?" I asked. Hermione narrowed her eyes at me. "What kind of question is that?" She said in an annoyed voice. I shrugged. "A simple one." I said innocently. "I just though that you might be supporting Boltaveria, that's all."
Hermione shut her book and folded her arms. "Ha ha. Very funny." She said sarcastically. I looked up at her. "It wasn't a joke." I said seriously. Hermione rolled her eyes. "Good for you." She said. I raised an eyebrow. "You still haven't answered the question you know." I accused.
Hermione opened her mouth to answer me but was cut off when a hush fell over the Hall. Everyone was looking over at the door, which had just been flung open to reveal Dumbledore standing there with a big smile on his face. And behind him stood a group of seven people wearing grey robes, seven wearing royal blue, and about thirty others wearing blood-red. "Here we go." I muttered, earning a death-glare from Hermione.
"Good Morning." Dumbledore said pleasantly. "I'm sure you will all join me in greeting our visitors." Dumbledore began to clap, and soon the entire Hall was ringing with deafening applause. The group of Durmstrang students filed into the Hall, all a bit red in the face and looking very embarrassed. Viktor Krum, however, did not seem too perturbed by all the fuss- he was an international seeker after all. He was dressed in silver- grey Quidditch robes, the colour of Boltaveria house.
Durmstrang, like Hogwarts, had four houses, and for the tournament they had also held a mini-tournament to choose their two best teams to represent the school. The two teams were Boltaveria and Gonovitch. Hogwarts' two teams were Gryffindor and Slytherin. The two school teams would play each other, and the winners (definitely Gryffindor) would be in a Hogwarts v Durmstrang final for the first ever Inter-school cup.
The Durmstrang students made their way over to a smaller table at the side of the hall, next to the Slytherin table, all of which were studying the opposition carefully. Viktor Krum looked over to our table and waved at Hermione. Hermione smiled bashfully and waved back. I rolled my eyes. This was going to be one long breakfast.
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Deep, dark, sometimes-sarcastic thoughts of Harry Potter:
OK. So far so good. He hasn't broken anything yet today- but there's plenty of time. After all, we've got the welcome brunch after breakfast, and I just can't *wait* to get Ron and Viktor next to each other. Poor Vicky- he has no idea he's caused so much offence. Hang on- when did I start calling him Vicky? Oh my God- Ron's contagious!
Dear Diary, Just a quick note- I'm in the middle of breakfast. The Durmstrang lot are here- Hermione looks ready to run over to Viktor and hug him. Ron looks ready to run over to Viktor and punch him. And that thought I had last night- now I can't get rid of it. It can't be true. Ginny xxx
