I walked down the corridors of the slowly rocking train, hunting for the toilets. I was really starting to need to pee, and I could finally see the sign for the toilets. I walked a little faster, and was nearly at the door, when something from behind put its hand over my mouth, and pulled me into an empty compartment. I had now worked out that it definitely wasn't an it, but a he. And when he finally released me, I spun round to face him, my eyes flashing. He looked at me, a soft smile playing around his face. I was quite angry, and whilst I went off in a full-on rant, he pulled down the blinds on the window, and slumped into the seat. I was still moaning, when he put his hands around my waist, and pulled me onto his lap. I tried to continue speaking, but he put his finger to my lips, so I shut up, although the angry look remained on my face.
"I missed you this summer."
"You're just saying that."
"No, really I did."
"I know you didn't. You probably hate me."
"I don't."
"Prove it," Dammit, why did I say that?
Oh well, it was too late, because before I knew it, he had pulled me closer towards him, and firmly planted hi lips on mine. I tried to fight it, but I couldn't, and so I melted into it, letting him kiss me.
After what felt like an eternity, he released me from the small room, and let me walk back to my own compartment. I walked in my dream world, and almost collided with several people, including the guy who was considered to be the stud of the school, Cedric Diggory. I lowered my head, and walked past, blushing obviously.
After what seemed like an eternity, he had walked past, and I had finally reached my compartment again, in which Kerkera was sitting, reading.
"Hey, we'd better get changed soon. Not far to Hogsmeade."
She looked up, startled, and nodded. We pulled some robes out of our trunks, and pulled them over our heads, straightening out any creases. I took a seat by a window, and found myself thinking back to what had just happened. I was awoken from my daydream by Harry, Ron, Hermione and Ginny walking into the compartment, and telling Kerkera and I to get ourselves towards a door, pronto like.
Climbing off the train, my trunk dragging behind, I made my way towards one of the carriages, which were drawn by nothing. We entered the school, and made our way to the Hall, and the welcoming feast.
The welcoming feast was an eventful happening, and Dumbledore announced at it an event that set the whole school talking. Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry was set to hold the Triwizard Tournament, an ancient competition held by the main wizarding schools in the world, Hogwarts, Durmstrang, and Beauxbatons. The pupils of these schools were to come and stay with us for the year, coming shortly before Halloween, and staying throughout the year, whilst the tournament took place.
The school buzzed with the news, and few people actually attempted to do any work, as Halloween eve drew closer and closer.
The school was decorated to such an extent, obviously to impress or visitors. Their visit was awaited with much anticipation, and finally the day of their arrival came. Lessons were pointless, as the little concentration we had had for the start of the term had now completely vanished.
And then, from the sky, came a magnificent carriage, drawn by beautiful flying horses. Everyone flocked to the windows, to stare with amazement at the wonderful thing. The pupils and headmistress alighted, the headmistress herself being a giant of a woman, I think quite literally. They had but arrived, when we heard a disturbance by the great lake, and before anybody knew it, the surface was filled with ripples, that billowed up and revealed a gaping hole in the lakes surface, from which a ship emerged, its sails floating in a breeze.
We made our way to the great hall, for a feast, and to be formally introduced to our guests. The moment the students from the French school entered the room, the boys from Hogwarts swooned at the sight of the so-called beautiful' French girls. After they had wowed the boys, the sight of the Durmstrang students, the star pupil of which seemed to be the one and only Viktor Krum, famous Quidditch player, yet again shocked them, and I laughed as Ron's mouth dropped open. However, I think it was Ron who ruined the image for the whole of Gryffindor, as the Durmstrang pupils went to sit at the Slytherin table, and the Beauxbatons went to sit with the Ravenclaws. Ron didn't do very well in concealing his disappointment, and Kerkera, Ginny and I then proceeded to spend the rest of the evening teasing him, before the rules of the tournament were properly announced.
I listened hard, along with the rest of the people in the hall, as Professor Dumbledore announced the rules to the Triwizard tournament, and soon a large outcry was heard, when Dumbledore announced that no wizard or witch under the age of 17 was allowed to enter the tournament. I stopped listening soon after this, losing the little interest I had had. I preferred my books, and my studies. Tournaments and sports didn't amuse me, unless there was duelling involved, which was always fun.
We were finally let out of the hall, and as everyone started to make their way to various common rooms, I felt my wand slide from my pocket, and hit the floor. My wand was made of silver birch, and contained unicorn hair and bone powder. But the wand wasn't mine originally, it had had several owners before me, and each had either died, or become cursed. Most people had been put off by this story, but I had fallen in love with it the moment I saw it, and it suited me, and I was still alive. It was elegantly carved, and due to the tree it came from, and the unicorn it held inside it, the carved bits glowed, revealing a beautiful and intricate pattern.
I turned on the stairs, to find it, and then everything seemed to go into slow-motion, as I saw a boy with longish messy brown hair stoop to pick it up, and I screamed at him to stop, before I knew anything, he had picked it up, and the wand had let out a sort of wave from his hand. It sent out a force field that seemed to seep around everyone's ankles, knocking there feet out from under them, and leaving them on the floor, writhing in pain. I jumped in the air, to avoid the wave, and shouted at the same time, my wand hand outstretched, "Accio Wand!" And the wand came out of the hands of the boy, and flew towards mine.
I snatched at it, and the moment it touched my fingers, I knew I had to clear up this force field-like thing, that was slowly harming everyone, as the whole entrance hall was filled with people writhing on the floor in pain, pupils from all three schools, and teachers alike. Holding my wand, and pointing it at the boy who had picked it up for me, I spoke a quick charm, in a mere whisper, hoping it would counter-attack the curse, "evertere undanima."
At once the wave disappeared, and slowly people seemed to lose any pain they had felt, and stand up. I hastily hid my wand once more, and looked over the people, who were slowly standing up, as if stiff. Only that one boy still lay on the floor.
I wound my way through the hordes of other people towards him, and crouched beside him. "Are you ok?" I asked.
He lifted his head, and looked at me with brilliantly green eyes. They held pain and suffering, and although his mouth appeared to smile, the rest of him seemed not to. I recognised him, as a friend of my brother's, but knew nothing more of him.
He was immensely thin, and I looked deep into his eyes, as his dark hair fell into one of them. Lifting my hand, I gently brushed it back, when he grabbed my wrist, and hurriedly stood up. Swaying on the spot for a second, he then moved on, pulling me along behind him. I was scared.
Very scared.