Ariadne was sitting with Mackenzie at lunch when the mail came. A large school Owl dropped a copy of Witch Weekly on Mackenzie's lap as she ate her chicken. "Oh Zia you'll have to let me read when you're done," Ariadne cried.
"Hey wait your turn. The subscription was a gift from my brother for my birthday. You know the one who works in Australia." She winked at Ariadne cause at one point Ariadne had a crush on Mackenzie's brother. He was her only distraction from her crush on Oliver.
"Oh how old is Peter now? It's been like two years since I've seen him."
"He turned 20 over the summer. Anyway you know Witch Weekly has pictures of all the hottest Quidditch Stars, who knows maybe you'll see Oliver in it. "Most eligible batcher." Mackenzie laughed jokingly.
"Come on," Ariadne snorted, "Oliver will be completely faithful to me. I trust him one hundre...." She cut her self off as she looked at the cover. Right there staring her smack in the face was Oliver, only his face was buried in some skanky blond. Ariadne ripped the magazine out of her friends hand and stared in horror. She tried mouthing words but nothing came out. She just looked at Mackenzie with a mixture of heart break and shock. Ariadne then grab the magazine ripped it in half, ran up to her bed and shut the curtains. She heard Mackenzie come in and try to talk to her, but she wasn't paying any attention. Words made no sense anymore. Finally after missing her afternoon classes and ignoring all offers to go to dinner, Cedric and Mackenzie came in to talk to her.
"Come on Ari," Cedric said, "you were too good for him anyway. He doesn't deserve you. Look at this though all those students from Drumstrang and Bauxbaton, are coming in a week. We'll be so wrapped up in the tournament you won't ever think about Oliver Wood." As Cedric said Oliver's name it was in a low hiss. He was pissed that Ariadne was hurting and that Oliver Wood was the cause. He swore if he ever came near Wood, he would give him the beating of a life time. Mackenzie was a lot more subtle about her dislike for Oliver now. She just sat with Ariadne, giving her more and more chocolate, and telling her comforting word. Telling her that she was so much better than some hot blond chick.
The next morning Ariadne had slipped into a non speaking non comprehending state of mind. Cedric had to walk to her morning, while Trish came to sit with her sister at lunch and take her to her afternoon classes. Later that evening Oliver's owl was outside Ariadne's dorm window, but Mackenzie took the letter ripped it up, and shooed the owl away. Ariadne didn't even acknowledged that anything had happened. Her friends were getting worried about her.
Next week when the students from Dramstrang and Bauxbaton came Ariadne seemed to be in a much better mood but her friends knew her fiery spark was still missing. Even when of the cute Bauxbaton guys smiled at her. "I'm putting my name in to the cup right after dinner," Cedric said as Dumbledore welcomed their gusts and explained the rules of entering into the tournament. "What about you Ari, when are you going to enter?" Ariadne snapped out of her trance.
"Oh..." she sputtered, "I'm not sure if I'm still going to enter. I wouldn't want Mackenzie to feel left out." She gave a look of pity to Mackenzie who wasn't quite seventeen yet and could not enter. Cedric just gave her a look of concern.
"You've been waiting for this for near two months now. Don't trough your chance of glory away for some pompous, bastartd who didn't disserve you in the first place. Ari you could do great in this tournament, your knowledge of magic is better than most of the meat heads here." Ariadne gave him a weak nod and smile.
"Yeah, I guess you're right I'll enter with you." Cedric smiled and the boy from Bauxbaton who smiled at Araidne earlier came by.
"Zis, anyone zitting 'ere?" He asked pointing to the spot next to Ariadne.
"Huh, oh no go a head," Mackenzie said looking at Ariadne and scooting over. Ariadne shook her head no and rolled her eyes at Mackenzie. Cedric just gave then a small smile.
"My name zis Nicolas DeLuca, what zis 'ors," he said facing Ariadn.
"That's Ariadne Rosakis, and my name is Mackenzie Cole. It's very nice to meet you Nicolas," Mackenzie answered for her staring in to Nicolas's eyes that matched his baby blue robes perfectly.
"Zo Mademoiselle, Cole, are you entering ze tournament?"
'Oh..." Mackenzie laughed, "you can just call me Zia. No unfortunately I cannot enter the tournament, I won't be seventeen until May. What about you Nicolas?"
"Uf corz, tis and honor I'm willing to die for. What about Mademoiselle Roz-ah-kiss, will she be entering." He looked at Ariadne expectantly hoping for her to answer.
"Oh yeah, I suppose," Ariadne answered hoping Nicolas would stop talking to her. "I've got to go." Nicolas' face fell as she walked away not giving him the time of day. Cedric followed her out of concern.
"Zhe dooes not like me dooes she?"
"Oh it has nothing to do with you. She normally very happy and bubbly," Mackenzie told him. Then she loweard her voice, "she going through a really bad break up with her boyfriend, he cheated on her." Nicolas understood.