The Potions class was assigned antidotes, easy enough. Everyone began their potions, it was more like a revision lesson for her little group. They had done Antidotes before, just to see if they could make them without failing. Snape had overseen it and dubbed their potions "acceptable", which was pretty good coming from him.
The doors of the dungeon classroom opened and Colin Creevey almost tumbled in. Rebekah remembered him from her second year, he had been taking photos on the Quidditch match when her arm was deboned, and he had been petrified later that same year. She had nothing against the younger Gryffindor but she didn't quite like his attitude, Rebekah would prefer it if he asked her permission for photos instead of just taking them.
Snape stared at him as he walked all the way to Snape's desk.
"Yes?" Snape drawled with a raised eyebrow in annoyance.
"Sir, I've been sent to take Rebekah Potter upstairs,"
"Miss Potter has another hour of Potions to complete. She will come when this class is finished."
"Sir, Mr Bagman wants her. All the Champions. She needs to be upstairs because of photographs I think, sir," Colin said.
Snape looked at Rebekah who sat directly in front of his desk, her own face was blank. Snape gritted his teeth at Colin and said with venom, "Very well. Miss Potter, you are free to leave but I expect you to do the antidote in your own time and present it to me by Friday lunch."
"Of course, sir," Rebekah nodded and shoved her textbook away after finishing the notes from the board.
Colin was completely silent until Rebekah had shut the door to the classroom, abruptly stopping Snape's words to the class.
"It's amazing, isn't it, Potter?" He smiled brightly "Isn't it, though? You being champion?"
Rebekah didn't look at him. "Somewhat. I didn't choose to be, remember that. What about photographs, Creevey?"
"Oh, you can call me Colin!" He said and watched her look out of the corner of her eye.
"You may call me Rebekah then, Colin," She turned and smiled softly. "If you don't take photos of me without permission. And the photographs of the Champions? What are they for?"
"The Daily Prophet, I think," Colin stopped when they reached the right door. "Good luck!"
Good luck followed Rebekah Potter like a lost puppy. Half the time, she was surprised she had gotten away with what she did, the other half was because she had used her brain and got out of trouble without a hitch. Rebekah sucked her teeth when she saw Rita Skeeter, she knew the women's reputation on exaggerating the truth and twisting it to fit whatever agenda she had.
Rebekah forced a beaming smile as she strode up to the woman. "Hi, I'm Rebekah Potter. Are you doing an article on the tournament?"
"I am," The woman smiled back, showing three gold teeth. "Rita Skeeter, Daily Prophet reporter."
The young Witch was quickly pulled into a tiny room, barely fit to be called a broom closet.
"Testing! My name is Rita Skeeter, Daily Prophet reporter." As soon as she started to talk, the quill zoomed across the parchment, writing what she said but very much exaggerated:
Attractive blonde Rita Skeeter, forty-three, whose savage quill has punctured many inflated reputations—
"Great!" She said to herself before ripping that piece of parchment away. Rita Skeeter leaned towards Rebekah. "So, dear, what made you decide to enter the tournament knowing that it would give you eternal glory?"
Before Rebekah could answer, the quill skid across the pad. Probably writing some rubbish about her, and when Rebekah looked over to it, she found out that she was right.
An ugly scar, a souvenir of a tragic past, disfigures the neck and shoulder of Rebekah Potter, but she is confident in stature and pose—
"Ignore the quill, I know it can be difficult," She smiled. "Why did you enter is the big question."
"I didn't enter—" Rebekah tried to say but was once again interrupted by Skeeter's obnoxious hum of disbelief.
A pair of earrings, a small but long pair of fangs dangled from her ears. Beautiful but what were they made of? She shrugged as I asked why she entered the dangerous tournament—
"Our readers do love a rebel," She sighed. "Afterall, you're not like your parents, are you? Both were in Gryffindor and yet you were sorted into Slytherin."
Tears fill those startling green eyes as our conversation turns to the parents Rebekah can barely remember, the quill wrote before Rebekah's hand seized it and bent it in half and twisted it broken.
"Alright, listen!" Rebekah snapped, "I know your reputation, and I won't stand for you ruining my own to make your readers happy with false rumours. Write anything bad about me, or my friends, or tell any sort of lies or mistruths about us, I will squash you like a pesky little beetle."
She gasped in fear and great shock. "How did you—"
Dumbledore opened the door and popped his head in. "I'm afraid that the Weighing of the Wands is about to start, and it cannot take place if one of our champions is hidden in a broom cupboard."
Rebekah was quick to leave the little cupboard, tossing a look over her shoulders before going to the rest of the champions. Rebekah leaned back in the chair as Cedric gave her a slight nod as they all sat down before most of the judges.
"May I introduce Mr Ollivander?" Dumbledore gestured to the elderly man. "He will be checking your wands to ensure that they are in good condition before the tournament."
Rebekah wasn't surprised when Fleur had Veela hair as her wand core. It was a very temperamental core and hard to create a wand out of, though it did give the wand a certain allure of beauty. The rosewood wand was a warm pinky red, and not very long being nine and a half inches.
Mr Olliviander supposed a bunch of flowers, satisfied, he handed the flowers and wand back to Fleur.
Cedric's wand wasn't very interesting. Longer than her own, his wand sat at twelve and a quarter inch, with a Unicorn hair. Krum's was hornbeam wood with a Dragon heartstring.
"And Miss Potter's,"
Rebekah flicked her left wrist and the wand appeared in her hand
"Phoenix feather, eleven point four with no flexibility. Very rigid," He muttered, examining the wand a little closer. "It's been in good use, I see."
"Yes. it takes a bit more effort with certain spells due to the wood," Rebekah nodded.
"Yes, yes. Yew wood, but it has been serving you well," He passed her wand over after a moment. Everyone gave her a wary glance. Yew wood had a dark reputation, and now that they knew Rebekah had a Yew wand, it confirmed some of their ill-placed fear.
"That it has," She weaved the tip under the bracelet, letting the wand shrink back to being a charm.
Then there were photographs.
Rebekah smiled brightly as she sat to Madam Maxime's side while Fleur sat to the other. It was the only way to get the tall woman into the frame. The photographer wanted Fleur in the front due to her natural beauty and allure. Rebekah was forced there by Seeter but she knew why. Rebekah smiled brightly and beautiful, and just wished the photos to be taken already.
When Rebekah came straight down to the Great Hall, sat down at her spot to await her friends, Viktor joined her.
"Hello, Rebekah,"
"Hello, Viktor,"
"I, ah, saw Skeeter pull you into broom closet," He said. "Why?"
"She wanted an interview,"
"It went good?"
"No, I had to threaten her to not write anything bad about me. She has a reputation for tellings lies, and only the truth when it suits her,"
Cub,
Well, while Remus wasn't amused by it, I very much was. He disapproves of me rubbing off on you but he forgets who's daughter you are!
With the tournament, I won't interfere, unless your life is in danger. I know better than anyone that you can look after yourself, and while you're around Dumbledore and Moody, I don't think anyone will be able to hurt you. However, someone seems to be having a good try. Entering you in that tournament would have been very risky, especially right under Dumbledore's nose.
I'd rather speak face to face but that might be hard. When is your next Hogsmeade visit? We can discuss everything before the first task.
Dadfoot.
Rebekah stuck her hand into her unshrunk clutch and picked out a spined notebook. She wrote her note back to Sirius and sent it back to Hedwig by Emperor, who would get a big chunk of bacon for the deed.
"What is that?" One of the Durmstrang students asked.
"Muggle parchment," Pansy said after a mouthful.
"And that?" They gestured to the fountain pen Rebekah took out.
"Kinda like a quill that you don't need to continuously dip in ink, but it runs out after a few months of use,"
"Why is she using it?"
"Because she likes them better," Rebekah retorted easily.
Rebekah grinned as her group looked at her like she was insane. This wasn't the first time they had joined her in the lake but it was getting colder now. She stood in her black swimsuit and shawl around her hips. "Who's gonna join me in the lake?"
Most of them rolled their eyes but got up from their seats, giving her a wink before they trod back to their rooms to change.
The water was cold but it didn't stop them from jumping right in and starting water fights. There was no ground where they swam, it was one of the deepest bits of the lake, the other being the Colony area.
"Rebekah!" An accented voice yelled. Rebekah turned to a dozen people standing on the highest layer of the ship, all in swimsuits and ready to jump off. She waved the Durmstrang students in and they all nodded to each other, before diving straight in.
The squid came up, the tip of his head peeking out of the water before one of its arms took Rebekah by the leg, making her scream as she was forced out of the water and thrown a dozen metres into the air.
"Me next!"
"Me too!"
"And I!"
Some of the Durmstrang students yelled out, waving a hand before the squid went to them.
"WOOOH!" They screamed as the squid flung them in the air as they dived back in. "Higher!"
Everyone laughed when one of them belly-flopped against the cold water, making a sharp and painful sound that made everyone cringe.
"Karkaroff is coming!" Nona's voice screamed from the ship, quickly sinking back into her room through the little window she had poked out of.
Everyone paused. All of the Durmstrang students rushed to swim back to their ships, quickly muttering warming and drying spells as they entered into their rooms by a window that enlarged itself and then became smaller again.
The group swam back to Rebekah's window, easily getting into her room with a small yelp as the window gave way to the ground and they landed on top of each other in a pile.
"Tracey, your elbow is in my face," Draco said.
"Ha!"
"Theodore, move your knee from my face, or my fist will meet a vital area!" Pansy threatened.
"Moving it!"
"I'm touching something!" Blaise complained.
"Move your hand from my ass!" Rebekah swore at him.
"EMPEROR, NO!" They screamed as a lion sized Emperor jumped onto all of them. They all groaned as he landed, squishing them easily but he wasn't heavy enough to cause them pain. After a moment, they all crawled from the pile and got enough space between them.
They all paused before they erupted in laughter, all getting up from the floor
"That was fun,"
"We'll have to invite some of the Beauxbatons lot,"
"Defiantly,"
"Bit stuck up, aren't they?"
"We probably seem like savages to them, feasts every night, free time, fun," Rebekah commented.
They snorted as they left for their rooms.