Chapter 9
The GoM's groaned loudly as they climbed multitudes of stairs. Their dorm was in one of the tallest towers in the castle. Meaning that it wasn't so easy to reach. Especially if you're lazy, computer playing, sleeping, out of shape students.
"May I ask where you are off to?" McGonagall asked, as she passed them on the way up their fifth set of stairs.
"Dorm. . ." Was all they could blurt out.
"Rest. . . take. . . break. . ." Jessica groaned loudly as she dropped herself onto the bottom step of the staircase.
"The students from Durmstang and Beauxbatons will be here soon, I suggest you turn around, and go to the Hall," McGonagall smiled sweetly, a little too sweetly.
Around this time Harry, Hermione, Draco, and Ron approached cheerfully, not tired at all. In fact they looked like they could probably carry them all the way up the rest of the stairs. . .
"What a good idea. . ." Kim grinned.
"Ack, we have to turn around anyways. . ." Jessica groaned again, as she forced herself to her feet. "To the Hall!"
The rest groaned and started their dreary march down the stairs. Glaring and making faces at Professor McGonagall the whole way down.
"I know what you're doing," McGonagall smiled, "Ten points from GoM."
They all growled, and hissed under their breath. Luckily, before they lost anymore points, they successfully made it down to the Hall. Standing there was all the students waiting impatiently for the new students to arrive. No one knows exactly how they will arrive, they just knew that they were going to arrive spectacularly.
Some glares were pointed towards the GoM, but they just shrugged it off. Who really cares if they were late? It's not like it's really all that important. Who really cared about the Triwizard competition anyways? At least they would get to continue the Quidditch season anyways. Un luckily enough, that wasn't part of the original book, meaning that things have changed, and that circumstances have changed, something could go wrong at any moment. Maybe they weren't so prepared after all. . .
No matter, now all that matters was that the students would arrive, and they could go back inside where it was sufficiently warm.
"Look! Up in the sky!" Seamus Finnegan pointed upwards.
"It's Beauxbatons!" Kimberley smiled proudly.
"Wow. . . have you been reading the book?" Jessica asked.
"Yah, you left it lying there, I was pretty bored," Kimberley confessed.
The Beauxbatons arrived in a giant carrige, pulled by six large white winged horses. They were about the size of Hagrid. Perhaps bigger, they would have to be if they were to carry that carrige. But enough about the horses, the large hatch opened and a young student scurried out and put down some steps. Out walked the largest women they had ever seen.
"Ello Dumbly-dore. 'Ow is eet avec-vous?" The Giant women said.
"Absolutley spiffing. I don't suppose being the headmistress of beauxbatons is un travail facile, well. , . its not much easier being the headmaster of Hogwarts." Dumbledore.
"Oh la la, poor Dumblydore. Ve must go inside now, it eez much to cold to be outdoors." The Women shivered.
"Of couse. Those from Durmstrang should be arriving soon.
And true to his word, the Durmstrang showed up about a minute later, in a huge ship that submerged from the bottom of the lake. It looked like a ghost ship, or something ridiculous like that, Blaine told the others.
Heh. Ghost ship, how ridiculous is that?
Out stepped the Durmstrang students and their Headmater Karakoff. .
"Great to see you Dumbledore, Great to see you," Karakoff shook Dumbledore's hand, as he held onto his elbow so Dumbledore would not attempt to break away.
"That it is my deak Karakoff. . . That it is." Dumbledore's eyes twinkled.
Note from me: Kim Wins.
The GoM's groaned loudly as they climbed multitudes of stairs. Their dorm was in one of the tallest towers in the castle. Meaning that it wasn't so easy to reach. Especially if you're lazy, computer playing, sleeping, out of shape students.
"May I ask where you are off to?" McGonagall asked, as she passed them on the way up their fifth set of stairs.
"Dorm. . ." Was all they could blurt out.
"Rest. . . take. . . break. . ." Jessica groaned loudly as she dropped herself onto the bottom step of the staircase.
"The students from Durmstang and Beauxbatons will be here soon, I suggest you turn around, and go to the Hall," McGonagall smiled sweetly, a little too sweetly.
Around this time Harry, Hermione, Draco, and Ron approached cheerfully, not tired at all. In fact they looked like they could probably carry them all the way up the rest of the stairs. . .
"What a good idea. . ." Kim grinned.
"Ack, we have to turn around anyways. . ." Jessica groaned again, as she forced herself to her feet. "To the Hall!"
The rest groaned and started their dreary march down the stairs. Glaring and making faces at Professor McGonagall the whole way down.
"I know what you're doing," McGonagall smiled, "Ten points from GoM."
They all growled, and hissed under their breath. Luckily, before they lost anymore points, they successfully made it down to the Hall. Standing there was all the students waiting impatiently for the new students to arrive. No one knows exactly how they will arrive, they just knew that they were going to arrive spectacularly.
Some glares were pointed towards the GoM, but they just shrugged it off. Who really cares if they were late? It's not like it's really all that important. Who really cared about the Triwizard competition anyways? At least they would get to continue the Quidditch season anyways. Un luckily enough, that wasn't part of the original book, meaning that things have changed, and that circumstances have changed, something could go wrong at any moment. Maybe they weren't so prepared after all. . .
No matter, now all that matters was that the students would arrive, and they could go back inside where it was sufficiently warm.
"Look! Up in the sky!" Seamus Finnegan pointed upwards.
"It's Beauxbatons!" Kimberley smiled proudly.
"Wow. . . have you been reading the book?" Jessica asked.
"Yah, you left it lying there, I was pretty bored," Kimberley confessed.
The Beauxbatons arrived in a giant carrige, pulled by six large white winged horses. They were about the size of Hagrid. Perhaps bigger, they would have to be if they were to carry that carrige. But enough about the horses, the large hatch opened and a young student scurried out and put down some steps. Out walked the largest women they had ever seen.
"Ello Dumbly-dore. 'Ow is eet avec-vous?" The Giant women said.
"Absolutley spiffing. I don't suppose being the headmistress of beauxbatons is un travail facile, well. , . its not much easier being the headmaster of Hogwarts." Dumbledore.
"Oh la la, poor Dumblydore. Ve must go inside now, it eez much to cold to be outdoors." The Women shivered.
"Of couse. Those from Durmstrang should be arriving soon.
And true to his word, the Durmstrang showed up about a minute later, in a huge ship that submerged from the bottom of the lake. It looked like a ghost ship, or something ridiculous like that, Blaine told the others.
Heh. Ghost ship, how ridiculous is that?
Out stepped the Durmstrang students and their Headmater Karakoff. .
"Great to see you Dumbledore, Great to see you," Karakoff shook Dumbledore's hand, as he held onto his elbow so Dumbledore would not attempt to break away.
"That it is my deak Karakoff. . . That it is." Dumbledore's eyes twinkled.
Note from me: Kim Wins.