A/N First Published FanFic... I am open to CONSTRUCTIVE critism, but I don't do this for a living, so please be kind!
If you don't know what constructive critism is, please look it up. Being told that something is painfully bad doesn't make a person feel very good.
Time Frame: Goblet of Fire
Disclaimer: I am not JK Rowling... I do not own any of her characters, plot, etc. Anything you don't recognize, however, is from my imagination... (That includes Elisaveta, Katerina, Chavdar, and friends, as well as the basic plot and Borislava)
For Reference: Italics equals English
Warning: I have slightly changed the plot of GOF... nothing major really changes, though!
For Frenchie - Pretty Princess, don't die when you see 6 mallets!
Recap: We met the group of boys by the lake near the stupid, leaky ship. Before I know what was happening, a large muscular form came flying at me and tackled me to the ground.
"Chavdar! I'm glad to see to recognized your poor little twin!" I managed to laugh out. Some of the girls glared at me until they remembered that the mound of moron was my brother. "Now, as much as I love you Chavo, I'm going to ask you a favor once and once only. Get off of me you big oaf!" I laughed, trying to push him off of me. Next thing I knew, Chavo was up and standing, and a large calloused hand was in my face. Instantaneously recognizing it, I politely refused. "Thank you, Viktor, but I'm fine on my own" I said, getting up and brushing myself off. Some of the girls gasped at my refusal of help from Viktor Krum. Looking around, some of the Durmstrang boys were smirking.
"Come, students, we haven't got all day!" Durmstrang's Headmaster, Igor Karkaroff shouted. We trampled through the snow over to the ship and started boarding. "You may put your things in the luggage cabin and find a room to sit and socialize." Our headmistress, Elitsa Albena, told us.
Katy and I dumped our duffle bags in the cabin and wandered down the hall. Chavo grabbed my arm and pulled me towards a room at the end of the ship, and I grabbed Katy so we wouldn't be separated. Chavo pushed us in the door, turned, and locked it. Oh no, I thought, that means we're stuck with Krum. There's no other reason that he would be locking the door.
I turned and looked around. It was a small room with a table and some chairs, a little tea set, and little else. I grabbed a chair next to Katy and pulled a deck of cards out of my cloak. It wasn't far, since we were traveling magically, but I came prepared since I was not sure if we were going to need the entertainment while we were at Hogwarts.
"Wow, Elly, cards…" my brother started in, nagging.
"Well, it's not as if I'm going to polish my broom or something, I already did that before we came!" I replied, already irritated. My twin and I both had an intense love of quidditch, but while my brother was built like and served as an effective beater, my body was more suited to seeking. Which, if I say so myself, I am rather good at.
"I'm sure you did, sister… have you seen Viktor's?" my brother asked.
"No." I spit out. Chavdar and I got along mighty well when it came to quidditch. Well, we used to. Guess who ruined that! Once my brother became friends with Mr. Youngest Best Bulgarian Seeker Quidditch Player Ever, Chavo felt the need to compare our talents.
Not to mention that I knew quite well that Viktor had the only broom nicer than mine, the Firebolt 3. And I was a tad bit jealous.
"Chavo, I do not think that it matters what broom I have, we are on a boat anyways." Viktor said. It took a lot of will to not look at his face. If I had, I would have seen him glaring at my brother.
"That doesn't matter… I just wanted to play a game of cards with Elisaveta. We're almost there, you know." Katerina cut in.
Sure enough, just as she said it, I could feel a slight rising as we rose up into what I was told was the Hogwarts Lake. Putting my stuff back, I checked on my Firebolt 2 (yes, I had brought it. Not even Viktor Krum can stop me from flying my still-new broomstick). Finally, we stopped, and I heard "headmaster" Karkaroff order everyone out and off of the ship.
As we started clambering off the ship, I saw a wizened old man come to greet Karkaroff and headmistress Albena. I also heard gasps as everyone turned to stare at Krum. But before I had time to think about that, I focused in on the conversation between the two men as I translated it in my head.
"Dumbledore! How are you, my dear fellow, how are you?" Karkaroff called to the Hogwarts headmaster.
"Blooming, thank you, Professor Karkaroff." The old man replied, rather quickly. Of course, since I didn't speak English often, I spoke slower than most.
"Dear old Hogwarts," Karkaroff replied, "How good it is to be here, how good… Viktor, come along, into the warmth… you don't mind, Dumbledore? Viktor has a slight head cold…" I growled at this.
"Head cold… he has a head cold" I repeated, gritting my teeth in anger. Katerina laid a comforting hand on my arm.
Before I got to talk to her, however, my headmistress' voice rang out.
"Do not forget our shivering Elisaveta! The poor girl cannot possibly stand out in the cold for long!" she remarked.
A/N: I hope you like it...
R&Rs are nice, but I don't like to nag :)
If something bothers you, sorry... I have no beta. Feel free to let me know!
