When Dave entered the Slytherin common room, everybody cheered. They might have well as won the war, it was so loud. It was craziness. This was Slytherin's first champion in pretty much forever. Before everything, heck, before anything, could sink in, the questions started coming.

"So, what about the two other champions? Who are they again? Oh, Natalie Augusta and Dmitri Pavel. That Durmstrang guy looks tough." Natalie Augusta was a prim little Beauxbatons girl while Dmitri was, as said, a tough Durmstrang guy.

"Will you marry me?" a rather attractive girl asked. From the corner of his eye, he could see CaraLena, Selwyn and Tarlyn cracking up. Even Jaq and Adrian were sort of smiling. Zohra was conveniently missing... Dave considered responding to the girl, but he was quickly turned away by the crowd of other Slytherins trying to get his attention.

"What's the first task? Do you know?"

"Are you scared?"

Dave quickly went upstairs to think about the past events.

Dave sunk into the large, leather armchair waiting for information about the tournament. He was followed into the room by the two other champions, Natalie Augusta from Beauxbatons and Dmitri Pavel, who was the champion from Durmstrang. He looked over at Natalie, and to put it lightly, he was shocked. Natalie was no champion. She was your average girly girl, complete with absolutely perfect shoulder length blond hair, blue eyes, perfect complexion, and sassy looks.. She gently sat down into a chair and crossed her legs. She was clearly trying to act sexy, making slightly inappropriate gestures towards Dmitri. Well, they were very inappropriate. It was your average slutty finger licking stuff. Dmitri was eating it all up. He was a muscular boy, and clearly way over six feet. He had brown hair, which was cut short, and deep brown eyes. He was sitting up tall and erect with this awfully arrogant face on, as if he clearly thought that he was better than Dave and Natalie.

"Congratulations, champions. I'm Ludo Bagman, the head of the Ministry of Magic Department of Magical Games and Sports. I would like to keep our meeting this evening brief, as I am sure that you are anxious to see your fellow classmates. I would like to tell you one thing before we depart. In the true spirit of the competition, the first task will be a secret. It is meant to test your ability to think quick on your feet. Good luck."

Max walked over to Dave's bed and sat down next to him.

"Hey," Max said, "It must be nice to get away from all of the commotion."

Max looked deeply into Dave's eyes. She placed her hand around his back and pulled him tighter. They spent a moment looking right at each other in silence. All of the sudden, Dave broke away.

"Um, I got to go now. Lot's of stuff to do for the task. Bye!" He quickly gathered up some of his spell books and rushed out of the room.

"Oh, Dave. Get a clue," she whispered under her breath as soon as he left the room.

Tarlyn thought is was adorable, how Max liked Dave. It was also kind of funny, especially how Fang's face looked when he saw Max. Jaq had actually laughed, as hard as it was to believe. And he pretty much never laughed, period.

"Adorable, aren't they?" asked Selwyn, smirking. She smirked back. Even though she and Selwyn weren't really related so each other, they could practically read each other's mind, like some twins could.

"Yup. I wonder what Zohra will say..."

"She'll throw a fit."

"She'll pretend like she doesn't care," murmured Jaq. She sighed. It was admittedly true, what Jaq said; Zohra would just pretend that nothing happened.

"They were so cute," crooned CaraLena. Jaq snorted. Tarlyn threw Hogwarts, a History at him.

"Ow," he hissed under his breath. She rolled her eyes and twirled the long strand of white in her hair which stood out against the blackness of it all.

"Thinking?" asked Adrian. Tarlyn nodded. About what, she'd never tell.

"So, you have no idea what this task is about?" Tarlyn was trying to discover everything that she could about the tournament.

"Nope."

"Hmmm. Let's see. You have a lot to learn if you want to have a fighting chance. Well, against Dmitri of course. I'm not sure how great Natalie is." Tarlyn opened up a massive spell book that she got earlier this day from the library.

"Oh, Asians. With the big books and stuff." Not the mention the glasses...

"Don't push it, Dave." She hated Asian jokes. And of course, for the joy of it since Madame Pince wasn't looking, she threw said large book at him. It hit it's mark with a rather satisfying thud.