Author's Note: Sorry this one's short. It was meant to be part of the last chapter, but we forgot to put it there. Thanks to everyone that reviewed - you made the sun shine a little brighter for me. Er, maybe not. Never mind, thanks to the reviewers. Um, yeah.

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The Secret Diary of Seamus Finnigan

I'm sitting in the common room now, laughing at Ron. I doubt he managed to eat anything at the feast, he was so busy staring at Krum. He's got tomato sauce all down his front now. He kept completely missing his mouth.

Dumbledore's drawn an Age Line around the Goblet – not that I ever mentioned the Goblet till now. Anyway, there's this Goblet of Fire that you put your name in if you want to enter the Tournament – did I even mention the Tournament before now? I'm no good at diaries – but Dumbledore's drawn an Age Line around it so no-one under seventeen can cross it to put their name in. I can't understand why I couldn't pay someone older to put my name in, or scrunch a piece of paper with my name on it into a ball and throw it over the line.

Not that I'm going to try; it'd be cheating, and besides, I don't really go in for glory and riches and that kind of stuff. I'd be too embarrassed having people looking at me all the time. Never mind, I'll tell everyone else my bright ideas.