Viktor's surly face darkned as he survayed Harry, this boy had been chosen to compete? The dark haired boy, Cedric Diggory looked nonplussed looking between Potter and Bagman as if he had misunderstood. The girl, Fleur Delacour simply similed and tossed her long hair.
"Oh, vairy funny joke, Meester Bagman." She said
"Joke? No, no, not at all! Harry's name just came out of the Goblet of Fire!" Bagman said, bewildered
Viktor's eyebrows contracted slightly. Potter couldn't compete, he was far too young to have entered, let alone compete. Cedric was looking politely bewildered. Fleur frowned.
"But evidently zair 'as been a mistake," Fleur said contemptuously to Bag man " 'E cannot compete, 'e is too young."
It was very true, Potter couldn't have been much older then fourteen, he was three years too young to have entered himself, Viktor knew Potter was good, but there was no way he could have gotten over the age line. Viktor instantly thought Potter and convinced someone to enter for him.
"...it is amazing," Bagman was saying, smiling down at Potter "But, as you know, the age restriction was only to imposed this year as an extra safety measure."
Well, of course they had to stop the eleven year olds from entering! Those kid's would have been dead before they could say one word.
"And as his name came out of the goblet...I mean, I don't think there can be any ducking out at this stage...It's down in the rules, you'tr obliged...Harry will ahve to compete and do the best he-"
The door opened again and a large group of people walked in, Dumbldore, Mr. Crouch, Professor Karkaroff, Madam Maxime, and two professor's, Viktor assumed were Hogwarts professor's, the black haired one he knew who he was, Karkaroff had pointed him out, uh Snape, was it? The stern looking witch closed the door.
"Madam Maxime!" Fleur said, striding over to Maxime " 'Zey are saying zat zis little boy is to compete also!"
Potter didn't look happy at the "little boy" comment. He wasn't that much younger then them, he didn't blame Potter at all for the look he shot Delacour. Cedric just stood there, slightly opend mouthed, eyes moving from, Maxime, Karkaroff, Fleur, Potter, Viktor, Dumbledore, and Snape adn back again, Maxime drew herself up she turned to Dumbledore, lightly placing her large had on Fleur's shoulder, as if to tell her Potter wasn't competeing, it was a mistake.
"What is ze meaning of zis, Dumbly-dorr?"
Karkaroff stepped forward.
Oh no,
"I'd rather like to know that myself, Dumbldore," He had a stealy smile on his face and his blue eyes were like ice. "Two Hogwarts champions? I don't remeber anyone telling me the host school was allowed two champions- or I have I not read the rules carefuly enough?"
Just shut up, Professor, just shut up
"C'est impossible!" Maxime said, she sounded angry now, Viktor did not want to be in here if she did get furious " 'Ogwarts cannot 'have two champions. It is most injust."
"We were under the impresion that your Age Line would keep out younger contestans, Dumbledore," Karakaroff said, smile still on his face, eyes getting colder by the second "Otherwise, we would, of course, have brought alone a wider selection of candidates from out own schools."
No one else would ahve come Viktor thought, it was true, the younger students wouldn't have gone if they were allowed to compete.
"I'ts no one's fault but Potter's, Karakaroff," The black haired professor said, eyes alight with malice "Don't go balmming Dumbeldore for Potter's determination to break rules. He has had been crossing lines ever since he arrived here-"
"Thank you, Severus," Dumbledore interupted firmly, Snape went quiet, Dumbledore looked down at Potter "Did you put your name into the Goblet of Fire, Harry?" He asked Potter calmly
"No," Potter said, he seemed to know everybody had their eyes on him
"Did you ask an older student to put it into the Goblet for you?"
"No," Potter said vehemently
"But of course 'e us lying!" Cried Maxime
"He could not have gotten over the Age Line," The stern face professor said, McGonagal, he believed "I'm sure we've all agreed on that-"
"Dumbly-dorr must 'av made a mistake wiz ze line,"
Pfft, fat chance, everyone, even Maxime knew Dumbldore had not mad any mistakes, if she didn't like she could take her stuck up studetns and to back to France.
"It is possible, of course," Dumledore said politely, more to himself then to the room
"Dumbldore, you know perfectly well you did not make a mistake!" McGonagal said angrily "Realy what nonsense! Harry could not have crossed the line himself, and as Professor Dumbldore believes that he didn not presuade an older student to enter for him, I'm sure that should be enough for everybody else!" She gave Snape a very angry look.
"Mr. Crouch...Mr. Bagman," Karkaroff
Can't he shut up? Just let Potter compete and me done with it.
"You are our - er - objective judges. Surely you will agree that this is most irregular?" Karkaroff finished
Bagman wiped his face with his white handkercheif and looked and Crouch.
"We must follow the rules, and the rules state clearly that thoes people whose names come out of the Goblet of Fire are bound to compete in the tournament." Crouch said in his curt voice, shifing oddly on his feet
"Well, Barty knows the rule book back to front," Bagman said beaming and turning to Karkaorff and Maxime, Viktor knew he was trying to say that the matter was closed and Potter was competeing wether they liked it or not.
"I insist upon resubmitting the names of the rest of my students," Karkaroff said, his voice dropped a tone, he was no longer smiling and his eyes were gleaming. He had an ugly expression on his face "You will need to set up the Goblet of Fire once more, and we will continue adding names until each school as two champions. It's only fair Dumbldore," He turned to the old wizard
"But Karkaroff, it doesn't work liket that," Bagman said, Karkaroff turned towards him, his face getting darker by the second "The Goblet of Fire's just gone out- it won't reignite until the start of the next tournament-"
"- in which Drumstrang will most certainly not be competeing in!" Karkaroff had exploded, he'd given up his fake smile and turned into what Viktor was used to "After all our meetings and negoations and compromises, I little expected something of this nature ti occur! I have half a mind to leave now!"
"Empty threat, Karkaroff," A voice growled near the door, Cedric and Viktor jumped slightly, neither expecting a new voice to enter the conversation so soon "You can't leave your champion now. He's got to compete."
Thank you Thought Viktor Finaly someone puts the old git in his place
"They've all got to compete. Binding magical contract, like Dumbledore said. Convienient, eh?" Moddy said entering the room, his wooden leg clunking against the floor
"Conevenient? I'm afraid I don't understand you, Moody." Karkaroff said, he wasn't giving up so easily
"Dont you?" Moody said, quietly "It's very simple, Karkaroff. Someone put Potter's name in that goblet knowing he'd have to compete if it came out."
Viktor considered this. It was possible, someone always seemed to have it in for Potter.
"Evidently, someone 'oo wished to give 'Ogwarts two bites at ze apple!" Maxime said
"I quite agree, Madame Maxime-"
This little dicussion continued until it was desided Potter was going to compete in the Triwizard. Viktor and Karkaroff retired to the ship and Viktor doozed off the second his head hit the pillow.
Ok, and I already have my Cedric story planned, Cedric is my favourite champion so I'm putting extra thought into his.