(Author's Note: I truly apologies for the lack of updates, I got writers block then forgot my own plot…. But I got it back and I have Ideas floating around so expect more updates.

For my reviewers, thank you!

i88: I do recognize that I do sound a bit repetitive, and that is going to change. I was just testing the waters with a writing style. Thanks for the critique, I appreciate it!

Which means I'm changing my style slightly, so that it flows better in my opinion, hope you like it.)

Say Fred,

I don't really have a lot to say to you this time, since I do tell you all that I have on my mind while we are together.

Though, I am quite surprised and a bit shocked that you haven't had more detentions by now, you and George must be getting better at not getting caught. Good job love.

Yours truly,

Ella

Hogwarts is more or less just like a normal high school with rumors, lies and heartbreaks. High school, yes, just on separate circumstances; magic may ease or over bare the burdens of the students whom roam the halls. Teenagers are teenagers, Boys are boys and Girls are girls. Learn who are friends are and stand at their sides. Learn who are your enemies and keep them at their distance..

Ella couldn't help but roll her eyes at herself as she sent the letter on its way. She didn't like lying much, but he didn't need to know what things she kept in her head. Though it wasn't a complete lie, she did tell him about everything else. He wasn't on a need to know basis about how she felt about him. It was beside the point for now.

Dressed in her favorite purple plaid pajama pants, a small blanket tossed about her shoulders and her knitted booties, she walked up from the girls' dorms into the common room. Fingering her pendent, Ella sat on an oversized chair in front of the fireplace. The fire itself was dying down due to the late hour. She sat alone and watched the low flames dance around, allowing herself to be lost in her thoughts. Lately, the brunette's mind often wondered him by itself. She was having trouble pointing out why the redhead was constantly on her mind, but thinking about him helped the time pass by her more quickly, so she didn't completely hate it.

"Still up? It's late you know." The voice had come from behind her, startling her slightly. Drawing her eyes from the flame, Ella turned around to look while the corners of her lips angled up faintly. "Speak for yourself." She said to the Italian first year that was now leaning over the back of the chair, resting on his arms. "Couldn't sleep." Biagio said, looking at her then at the fire before them. "You too?" he asked, getting a nod that he saw in the corner of his eye. Ella kept her eyes on him for a moment before scooting over to one side of the chair and patting the soft leather. "Sit with me." She offered him. Biagio nodded and sat in the space she provided him with, leaning back and running his fingers through his messy blonde locks, in attempt to smooth it out. He didn't look back at her, only keeping his dark hazels fixed on the slowly shrinking flame.

It was clear to Ella that his head was more complicated than hers at the moment, his eyes and solemn expression said it all. Reaching her arm over, she hit his knee just hard enough to get his attention. "Tell me what's wrong?" she asked him once he looked back at her. "I'll listen." She said. The younger boy stared at her for almost a minute before taking in a deep breath. "How many weeks we into school now?" he asked, looking back at the tiny, but warm, blaze. "Three and a half, almost four," Ella answered, pulling her legs up and leaning into the back of the plush chair, still looking at him. "I met an older girl." He said, "A Slytherin." He added with a single nod of his head, having some of this hair fall into his eyes. "I want to ask if you know her, but I'm going to assume you do, though she is two years your junior." He said, turning his head to look at the girl next to him again. "It's who've I've been spending my time with outside of class and meals." He said and then shook his head quickly for a second. "Anyway, she took me to that room," Biagio said as he pointed toward the door before jerking his thumb backwards, "The one that way, that changes." "The room of Requirement." Ella said for him, not bothering to look at his hand, only turning her gaze to the shrinking inferno. "Yeah, that one… To get to my point, she almost forced me to snog her." He said, once again running his hand through his hair. "Almost?" Ella asked him, keeping her voice light to keep him talking to her. "Yeah, I shoved her away. I didn't expect that is what she wanted from me." Biagio said with a deep sigh. "So, I shoved her off. She said that she was going to tell the whole school that we did, and that I was easy." He said, still looking at Ella, waiting to see her expression. "Who was this girl?" Ella asked him, already having an answer in her head.

"Pansy Parkinson." The two of them said together. Biagio's eyes went wide as he stared at her, a question written across his face. "Let her talk. All houses beside Slythrin doesn't listen to her, nor anyone in that group." Ella explained, having a smile creep across her lips while locking eyes with the younger male. "That group is full of liars, only one worth being intimidated by is Blaise." She said to him "Allow her to talk, if anything, tell the truth." She said, pulling her fingers through a lock of hair that was over her shoulders. "The truth? Like what?" he asked her, still confused. "That she was horrible and isn't worth touching with a thirty foot pole." The girl said bluntly, looking at him. Her statement got the boy to smile. "You've been around the Gryffindor's to much." He said, patting her knee lightly. "I know. It's true though." She said with a bigger smile.

"Though, Biagio, I don't want you around her anymore." Ella said, her voice turning into the same one she often used for her younger brother back at home. "If you want to meet the write type of girls, Tag along with Fred and George." She said, her breath hitching in the faintest at Fred's name. Her own words brought the thought of him with many girls through her mind and it upset her. The Italian nodded "Alright." He said obediently. Biagio looked at her as Ella turned away from him and looked at the now smoldering pile of coals. "Your turn." He said, patting her knee again. "Not yet." She said to him while tossing her legs off the chair and pulling the blanket tighter around her shoulders. "I don't have a lot to say yet." She said, looking back at him "So it'll just be pointless and boring." She said "It's fair though." Biagio said quickly, causing the brunette to sigh.

"Fred." She said, "I can't stop myself from thinking about him." She said, still looking at the blonde at her side. The first year had a large grin plastered on his lips, "Oh really now? I figured he fancied you, when you going to tell him?" he asked her. "I'm not." Ella said to him flatly. "Nor are you." she said, again using the tone she often used with her brother. "Thinking about someone and actually fancying them is different." She said, explaining herself. The younger boy nodded. "We should be getting to bed, we have classes." Ella said as she pushed herself off the chair and offered her hand to the blonde, pulling him off the chair. "Good night." She said, turning and shuffling her feet to the tunnel that leads to her dorm. "Night," Biagio said more to himself as he went into the opposite direction.

The nights were beginning to get colder and colder, though the snow refused to fall yet. Late September was still too early for Jack Frost to show. The tournament champions are to be chosen soon. All schools are getting anxious to see who will represent them the best, which student will make their school proud. As the deadline showed its face, all students, native and foreign alike, could not hold their excitement any longer.

Breakfast the next morning was nothing out of the ordinary, besides the few glances from the Slythrin table though that was to be expected. Again Biagio had his place at Ella's side, while the Drumstrang Emil on her other. Still Ella ate slowly, paying attention to the first year whom was talking about the dream he had, and half to Emil who she forgot about his topic. While Ella was taking a bite of dry toast, the young blonde beside her was forcefully pulled from his seat, knocking over his plate and two water goblets as he staggered for his balance. "Morning George, Fred, Lee." Ella said, not looking at the commotion next to her; though it obviously caught Emil's attention. "Lets take a walk." George said, more demanded at Biagio while pulling him from the Great hall with his arm draped across his shoulders. Lee immediately took the first years place while Fred leaned against his dark skinned friend. "Rumors spread like wild fire here, don't they?" Lee asked while beginning to finish what was left on Biagio's plate. "Of course." Ella answered, looking at the two new faces at the table. "So you know about the stunt that sleazy girl pulled on little Biagio then." Fred asked. Ella nodded "He explained himself last night." She said. "So he is not to blame." she added as she stood and looked at them. "Oh, we know, George just wants to give him a lesson which girls are good for him and what not." Fred said, placing an arm around her shoulders.

Lee then lead the way out of the Great Hall, Ella and Fred close at his heels. "You know that the Champions are going to be called at dinner, right?" Lee asked as he slowed his pace to walk next to them as the three wondered about the hall. "Yeah." Fred said while Ella nodded. "You think I'm going to be called?" Lee asked the two of them, looking at them, his expression almost serious but the corners of his lips smiled. "Oh sure! You'd make a great champion!" Fred said, his over enthusiasm and sarcasm made the dark skinned boy laugh and Ella giggle. "No." She said, looking at Lee. "You're brave, but not a fighter." She said with a single nod. Fred began to laugh before she managed to finish the sentence and Lee smiled at her. "Yeah, good point. I'd more likely get people to laugh than finish a challenge." He said, understanding her reasoning.

As the three of them wondered around their schools hall ways before their classes started, a pack of Beauxbaton girls walked past; backs straight and heads held high, causing both boys to look at the girls until they passed completely. "I don't see it." Lee said first. "Sure, some are pretty, but I still don't see the hype on them." He said. "You, and, I both." Fred added.

"So, which house do you think the Hogwarts champion will be from?" Lee asked, hopping ahead of his two friends and walking backward to see them clearer. "Why, Gryffindor of course!" Fred said loudly, getting other Gryffindor students within hearing range to cheer for their house with pride; Lee was no exception. "Ravenclaw." Ella said, glancing at the boy at her side, then looking at the one before her. "Why?" Both men asked at once. "They're smart, they'll think through the obstacles instead of going at them head on." She said, speaking slowing almost as if the two boys were dumb. "Are you saying that Gryffindor's are dumb?" Lee asked, frowning at the girl. "No, you implied that yourself." She said, a smile forming at the same time as Fred. "Walked right into that one." He said. Lee only laughed and agreed.

"Mary! Mary Wait!" Only one person within the school called Ella by the first part of her name. Ella turned around to watch her cousin run up to the group of three. "Morning Seamus." She said to him when he was close enough to hear her, the boy smiled back at her. "Morning Mary." He said. "Mary?" Both Fred and Lee asked, glancing at their female friend. "Mary-Ella." Ella said, looking at them "You, as my friends, should have known that." She said turning back to her family. "Me mam sent a letter this morning, She an' Dad are coming to Hogwarts to watch the first task then they announce the date." Seamus said; his accent clearly much thicker than his cousin's. "It also said that your dad is coming as well. Though… no mention of your mam…" The fourth said, clearly confused. "I doubt she'd come, she dislikes magic. You know that Seamus." Ella said; the younger boy nodded. "Forgot," he said. "Guess it's just you an' your dad then." Seamus stated, more to himself. "Plus you, and your parents. Mum would just put a damper on everything anyways. You know how she is." Ella said with a smile. "Do I ever. Well, just wanted to let you know, since mum said to let you know." Seamus said, quickly looking behind him then looking back at her. "Thanks." Ella said.

"I didn't know you were related to Finnigan." Lee said, looking at the brunette girl. "It never came up." Ella said with a half shrug. "How come he calls you Mary, instead of Ella like the rest of us?" Fred asked; he knew the answer –he asked before, but he completely forgot. "My whole family does, sounds more mature to them." Ella said. "Can we~?" Lee started to ask. "No." She snapped quickly at him. Fred smiled. "You two don't look alike." Lee added. "He's a cousin, so we shouldn't look alike." She said.

As night fell; all students flooded into the Great Hall for dinner; most too anxious to eat because of the news that will be delivered after the meal.

Ella sat next to Biagio, who sighed. "How was your talk with George?" she asked, taking a few piece of food onto her place and looking at him. Biagio gave her a tired look, "Exhausting." "That's George for you, the more confident one of the pair." Ella said as she started to eat, again slowly. "He kept going on and on about what girls are safe and how Slythrins are not." He said as he shoveled food into his mouth. "You learn your lesson though?" Ella asked him, getting a rapid head nod for an answer. "Have I ever." He said, looking at her. "Good." Ella said as she took a bite of some of the fruit she put onto her plate.

"So you never put your name into the goblet?"

"No."

"Still didn't feel up to it?"

"No."

"Heard it was dangerous."

"It is, wizards and witches have been killed. Its not rare, fatalities."

"Oh… Glad I'm not old enough then.

"Me too."

Dumbledore took his place at the podium at the front of the Great Hall; every person went quiet as Filtch brought in the goblet on its stand. "Tonight is the night that we name our Champions." The Hogwarts headmaster began, "Only one will representing their school. Again, this tournament is not for the faint of heart. Those names who will be called must compete to the best of their abilities in order to complete the tasks with their lives." He said as the goblets fire changed. Dumbledore raised his hand into the air as the first piece of parchment was sent out. "Our Drumstrang champion is," He started as he read the paper, taking a moment to reread the name, "Victor Krum!" he said, his voice echoing through the room. All men from Drumstrang cheered for their champion, knowing that the man had it in him to fight for the goblet; being a professional Quidditch player, he obviously had the strength and stamina to put on a good show.

Again the Goblet's fire changed, sending out another piece of paper, and again Dumbledore caught it. "Our Hogwarts Champion is," he began, again rereading the name, "Cedric Diggory!" The headmaster barely had the chance to finish the name before Cedric was pushed out of his seat and having most of the Hogwarts students cheer for him. He followed Victor into the back room to wait for instructions.

A final time the Goblet's fire changed, sending out the last name; on a doily no less. "Our Beauxbaton Champion is," again taking the chance to reread the name, "Fleur Delacour!" Immediately all the French girls cheered for their representative as she followed the path the two men before her had taken into the back room.

Dumbledore raised his hand to silence the last of the cheering and began his speech about the respect of the champions, and the courage they must show for their schools. Only a few sentences in, he was cut off by once again, the Goblet's fire changing and sending out another parchment of paper. Dumbledore, along with mostly everyone in the room was confused as the paper fluttered down. The Hogwarts headmaster quickly snatched the paper from the air and read it, his expression changed from confusion to almost anger. "Harry Potter!" he yelled out into the silent crowd. He again called the boy's name, as the black haired boy stood and carefully walked up to the old man.

The two took a quick moment to talk to one another before sending him after the previous three students. The teachers quickly followed after, and then the students went into a uproar. "Why are their four?" Biagio asked Ella quickly, as soon as the last teacher was out of sight. "I don't know. I believe that is what the professors are going to figure out." She said to the younger boy.

Everything in the world happens for a reason, and every action will have a reaction. If you can not find an explanation for the path you have chosen, then you are going in the right direction. If you question others, you will only get more questions. If another wizard is added to the Tri-wizard Tournament, then he must be there, despite what the outcome may become.

Hey Ella,

Real shocker 'ay? Harry being allowed to participate, how did his name even get into the goblet in the first place? If George nor I couldn't do it… Then how the bloody hell did he? Ron is completely furious at him, I can see why though.

Lee, George and I are going to Hogsmeade this weekend, you want to tag along? Its not scheduled for a school trip, so we are going to have to sneak out after our last classes.

If not, I'll bring you back something.

I'll make it special~.

Always Yours,

Fred.