Chapter 8
Ron POV
"I'm starving!" I complain as we walk into the Great Hall. Percy and Annabeth had gone with Hagrid to meet up with the other demigods. Hermione have us, the unfortunate listeners, as I call Harry and myself, a spiel on the original Tri-Wizard-Tournament. Apparently it was a contest to see which school is the best. Real original.
"Is that all you think about? Food?" Hermione asks, but then puts her hand up and continues. "No. Don't answer that. I know that that's all you think about."
I shoot her a glare, but run to our table and sit down. The sooner everyone's in and settled the better.
After the longest time, Professor Dumbledore walks up the the podium, but before he starts to talk, Fred whispers something to George and they start to laugh. Really. Loudly. Dumbledore, slightly amused, says with a smile, "Mr and Mr. Weasley, would you please be so kind as to share your predicament with the rest of the class?"
George, still laughing collapses over the table in a fit of giggles, while Fred says weakly, "nice haircut."
There's a peal of laughter from the Gryffindor table as Professor Dumbledore continues with a smile. "Thank you Mr. Weasley. No one else has noticed."
When the Hall dies down, he restarts. "As most of you know, Quidditch will not be held this year."
Harry slumps in his seat and I groan loudly. Most of the Hall looks up at the headmaster incredulously, hoping he's making some sort of joke.
"For Hogwarts is hosting the Triwizard Tournament. These are a series of challenges given to a champion from each of the three wizarding schools. Hogwarts, Durmstrang, and Beauxbatons. I'm sure most of you know Durmstrang and Beauxbatons, due to the Pen Pal program in fifth year."
He says this with a smile, but Fred leans over to us and says "It's the most horrid thing in this school."
I laugh, but turn back to the Professor on the stage.
"But this year, we have a new crowd. Do most of you know about the greek gods? Ok. These kids from America are descended from these gods and are called demigods. And as there's a new group of participants, The games will be called the DemiWizard Tournament."
All the witches and wizards in the Hall were awestruck, but the old professor continued with, "we have everyone here now, so let me present, Beauxbatons!"
Thirty girls in blue come streaming out of the front entrance. Professor Dumbledore gestures to the Ravenclaw table, but as I look at Harry, I mouth 'Veela.' He nods back quickly.
The Durmstrang students come out with beating drums and tongues of fire. I'm glad when they sit over at the Slytherin table, though I strain my neck to get a glimpse of Krum.
And lastly, the demigods. I didn't know there would be so many. I only saw a few at the platform, but they make their way up the middle aisle, with Percy Jackson in the lead.
"And finally," Dumbledore announce, "The demigods of Camp Half Blood!"
Sorry about the wait...
I just felt really lazy. Most of the time I would rather read than write soooo ;)
