I thought it was about time that I apologize for my bad grammar, I was never properly taught it so I'm v. sorry.
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Chapter 8 Dungeons and Dragons
Ellen returned to the room where the champions were, and found they were just leaving. Karkaroff and Madame Maxime were leading their students out, they didn't look too happy. After a word from Dumbledore Harry and Cedric also left followed by Crouch and Moody. The people remaining looked thoughtful, though Snape looked angrier.
'Miss Grey would you be so kind to go to the kitchens and get a bottle of whisky.'
'Certainly.' And with some quick instructions went and came back with the drink.
'Do you drink Miss. Grey?' Dumbledore asked as she set it down on coffee table in the middle of the room.
'I have been known to.' She said with a slight smile
'Then you will join us for a nightcap then?' Dumbledore asked and Ellen sat down to join them. McGonagall was awoken from her reverie and poured herself a glass that Dumbledore had conjured. Snape was still standing away from the rest. Bagman was looking impatient then burst out.
'Well penny for your thoughts everyone.' No one said anything, so he pored himself a drink. 'Well come on.' Bagman encouraged.
'I don't know what to say, such a thing has never happened before.' Said McGonagall
'I think what you did was the right thing to do.' Dumbledore said sipping his whiskey.
'Someone is up to something, if you ask me. But I tell you now; none of the incidences would have happened if Potter would keep out of trouble. ' Snape said joining the convocation and reached down to get a drink.
' I agree with Minerva, I have no idea what to think. But Severus, Voldermort would be back anyway, with or without Harry. '
Snape quickly finished his drink then poured another. Ellen had no idea who this Voldermort character was or why Snape didn't want to hear about him. Bagman was looking very uncomfortable and said:
'Well I'm off. Goodnight gentlemen, ladies.' And rushed out of the room. Ellen looked towards McGonagall for answers and didn't get any. Ellen didn't understand why everyone looked so uncomfortable.
'I guess your right, everything would probably happen eventually.' Snape went from where he was standing and dropped into one of the chairs. There was a long awkward silence. Ellen frustrated that she didn't know what they were talking about asked bravely:
'Who is this "Voldermort" person?'
'No one' Snape said harshly
'I think I will go to bed.' McGonagall said leaving Dumbledore to explain
'He, he who must not be named, is-'
'Is, no one you need to worry about.' Snape cut in
'Severus,' Dumbledore gave him a hard look. 'He Who Must Not Be Named, is the Dark Lord.
'Dark Lord ... you don't...say...' Ellen thought this had to be a cover up for something. Maybe he was an old "friend" of Severus's or something.
'Well, ' Dumbledore said brightly. ' I think its time for bed. Ellen will you take the bottle back?' Ellen took the whisky without another word.
Coming out of the kitchens Ellen could really feel how cold it was, she hurried out and down the corridor into the dungeons. It was much darker than usual, which made it quite eerie, so she sped up into a very brisk walk.
Then one moment she was walking down to her room, and then she found herself on the ground, like she had smashed into a wall or something. Out of the darkness a very pale face appeared which gave her quite a start.
'You should watch where you're going.' A especially angry Snape said.
'Sorry.' She said picking herself up 'from the back you blend in with everything else.' Snape didn't say anything and went on his way.
'Oh, and I'm sorry if what I asked before struck a nerve.'
'Just do me a favor and don't talk about it.' He said agitated.
'I'm really sorry I'm just trying to understand this...place.'
'Well don't, it's nothing to do with you or your kind.'
'My kind, what do you mean by that?' Ellen retorted
'You know very well you do not belong here. I frankly do not know why you were chosen to come.'
'Well neither do I, but I can't help that now can I?' Ellen was starting to feel upset
' No but you can try to mind your own business.'
'Ok if that's the way you feel.' The next few moments were awkward because Ellen was following Snape down the corridor to her room.
Over the next few days Ellen managed to totally avoid Snape, though this suited her fine, it left her with less jobs for her to do. Ellen now spent most of her time with Madame Pomfrey, who was quite an interesting person to talk to. One morning Ellen was helping her roll bandages when a boy came in with something horribly wrong with his face. Ellen excused herself because this was too gross to watch. On her way out a girl came crashing into her, at first Ellen just thought she was upset about something but then she noticed that her teeth had grown past her waist.
Even After the girls teeth were back to their normal size she still seemed upset. Ellen sat beside her on the bed.
'Are you going to go back to class now?'
'Do I have to?' The girl really sounded like she didn't want to
'What do you have?'
'Potions.' She spat
'What did he say?' Ellen asked, noticing the detest in her voice and the fact that Snape would say some sort of horrible remark.
'He said that he saw no difference in my appearance when my teeth were...' She held her hand past her chin to show how far they had grown.
'Stay here, the less time you have to be with that man the better. He may be a good teacher but he is the most insufferable prick I've ever met. Excuse my language.'
'Don't worry about it.'
'I will worry about it. When I was your age I had a prick of a science teacher to, Mr. Hooker, he was rude, a bad teacher and thought he was "hard core". He always had a snide remark for someone if they were displeasing him. And well I think Professor Snape is worse.'
Ellen went down into Snape's office and sat with her feet on his desk waiting for him to return.
'What do you want?' he asked when he came in
'What I want is simple,' she said getting up. Snape merely stared at her eyebrows raised. 'I just wanted to say that you're a horrible prick; I didn't think you were, and I actually thought we could be friends but now I see otherwise. '
'Friends you and me?' Snape seemed generally surprised. ' How could I ever be friends with you, your so strange and perky!'
'Perky!' Ellen cried outraged ' I am not perky. Anyway even if I was its better then being a cranky old anemic Goth!'
' I'm not cranky there is just certain things that irritate me'
'Everything irritates you. You wouldn't know happiness if it bit you in the ass.'
'Oh, bite my ass.'
'Bite your own ass your head is already there.' Ellen left slamming the door behind her.
As the first task of the Tri-wizard Tournament came closer Ellen found herself with a new job, when Dumbledore calmly asked her to go ark the people camped at the side of the forest if they wanted anything. This request was very odd, but Ellen did what she was told.
As she turned around to the side of the forest she was confronted with a giant cage and a small shantytown of tents. For a long moment Ellen stood looking at the strange sight until a man came over to greet her.
'Hello, Miss Grey I presume. I'm Charlie.' A nice looking red head asked taking off his gloved and shaking her hand.
'Hi, Ellen.' She said her attention on the giant cage, and the contents in side. 'Are they...?"
'Yes dragons, would you like to see?'
'Err ok' he led her up to the cage to where four large dragons were tied down. 'Isn't this cruel to keep them like this?'
'Yes and no, keep in mind that dragons are very hard to control.'
'True...' she was quiet for a moment then said. 'Are they for the tournament?'
'Yep.' He seemed very proud 'Beautiful aren't they?'
'Isn't that dangerous?'
'Well, if it wasn't dangerous they wouldn't put it in the tournament.'
Ellen frowned this wasn't, she thought, a good idea perople in the magical worl had serious thrill issues.
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A/N I don't like writing about the tournaments so I'm sorry if they are a bit flat in the next chapters.
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