On the day the Great Hall seemingly decorated itself Mauve was ambushed. She was sitting at the professors table for once to speak to Dumbledore about the status of her mission while enjoying the breakfast when, out of no where, the twins showed up behind her.
How they entered the Great Hall and made it all the way to the end of the room without Mauve or Dumbledore noticing was a grand mystery. Although, if Dumbledore had noticed seemed to be a mystery also as he smiled at the twins when Fred pulled her out of her chair and forced her walk sandwiched between the two.
They ended up at the Gryffindor table and George released her from the silencing charm he had had her under.
"This is assault! On a teacher! In front of the headmaster-"
"Who seemed to like our plan from the way he didn't try to stop us." Fred sat, and stared at Mauve expectantly until she sat also.
"This is the only way we could think of to get you to talk to us." George added from her other side.
"And what could be so important that you would need to kidnap me? I can't help you enter the tournament if that's what your wondering." Mauve snatched up a piece of toast, as she didn't get to finish her food at her original table.
"We sent the letter and got it back - unopened." As if to show the urgency of that statement neither of the twins had started eating like barbarians yet.
"He would go so far as to ignore you? Well that's just not right."
"Who's ignoring you?" Looking up, Mauve saw a tall red head, a girl with bushy brown hair, and a boy with dark hair.
As they sat down next to George, Fred seemed irritated as he said "wish you would".
When the new red head seemed ready to ask another question Mauve quickly interrupted him. "How have you been Hermione? You haven't come in this year, how is your load?"
Hermione smiled and responded "Much better, I dropped the courses I couldn't handle. Oh, this is Ron and Harry." Hermione pointed to the red head as Ron, and the other boy as Harry.
"Hello" Mauve avoided looking at Harry who seemed nervous about meeting her. Probably doesn't want another person gawking at him, Mauve thought.
"Have you two thought more about entering the Triwizard Tournament?" Harry asked the twins as Mauve mentally sighed.
"I asked McGonagall how the champions are going to be chosen but she wouldn't tell. And neither will this one." George bitterly pointed to Mauve.
She shrugged and responded "Guilty as charged."
Ron commented with a far off look "I bet we could do the tasks Harry, we've done tons of dangerous stuff before." And with a glance to Mauve he sheepishly added "Well not tons, the normal amount I believe."
"Not with a bunch of blokes judging you, you haven't. The champions get points according to how well they've done the tasks." Fred and George had resumed eating. The family resemblance greatly increased between the twins and Ron.
"Who are the judges?" Harry asked.
"The Heads of the schools participating are always on the panel. Because all three of them were injured during the Tournament of 1792, when a cockatrice the champions were suppose to be catching went on a rampage." Mauve had ceased to be amazed when it came to Hermione's knowledge.
The boys stared in amazement at Hermione who remarked : "It's all in Hogwarts, A History. Though the book is not entirely reliable. A Revised History of Hogwarts or A Highly Biased and Selective History of Hogwarts, Which Glosses Over the Nastier Aspects of the School would be more accurate."
Mauve looked up in confusion. "What are you talking about Hermione?"
"House-elves! Not once, in it's enormity, does Hogwarts, A History mention that we are all colluding in the oppression of a hundred slaves!"
"Have you ever been in the kitchens Hermione?" Mauve asked.
"No, of course not. I hardly think students are suppose to-"
George interrupted Hermione's response. "We have, loads of times. We've met them, and they're happy. They think they've got the best job-"
"That's because they're uneducated and brain washed!" Hermione began, but was stopped by the post owl's arrival.
Mauve was appalled, Hermione was smart in so many ways and daft in others. She would have a talk to Hermione, but not when she was already angry. Mauve would wait until the opportune moment to teach Hermione an important lesson.
The rest of the day passed slowly, as the students were too preoccupied by the incoming schools to concentrate on their school work.
The schools arrived in amazing measures: one by the skies and one by the sea. Mauve was in the back with the other professors but moved next to Jeremiah when she couldn't see the lake because of the tall seventh years in front of her.
The Great Hall was significantly more crowded than usual, however there was room for everyone. Filch went about adding extra chairs on either side of Dumbledore, whom Mauve supposed was for the judges.
Halfway through the feast Ludo Bagman and Mr. Crouch entered, Bagman sitting in between Professor Karkaroff and Mauve. Oh, this will be fun, Mauve thought.
"Hello young lady, you must be the new tutor Dumbledore is so proud of. I'm Ludo Bagman, although you must have already known that. I'm afraid myself and Mr. Crouch stole much of Dumbledore's time this summer."
"That's quite all right, it was all to make this great event that I'm sure the students will enjoy." Mauve started eating and Bagman followed suit. Once Mauve saw Bagman was enjoying the food she casually mentioned. "So I heard about what happened at the World Cup, a shame it had to happen after such a great match."
"Yes, quite. I was floored when Krum got the snitch when he knew he was going to lose." Bagman bit into his food with confusion.
"I would imagine he knew his team couldn't win, not that day. So he wanted to lose with honor."
"Yes, that does make sense. Oh!" Bagman gave a start when he looked at the students, no doubt shocked to see the Weasley twins staring intently at the two of them.
"Are you alright?" Mauve asked seemingly concerned.
"Oh, yes. I just thought." He cleared his throat to continue. "I just thought I recognized one of the students. My mistake." Bagman mopped his forehead with his napkin and tried to concentrate on his food.
"Guilty conscience, perhaps? Something you need to do?" Mauve asked with an air of innocence and her eyebrows raised in suspicion.
Bagman looked up quickly at Mauve and seeing her expression, looked hesitant and uncomfortable. "I don't know way you're talking about.
Time to go in for the kill. "You know exactly what I'm talking about. I know what you need to do, and so do you. So why waste time beating around the bush?"
"Are you threatening-" Bagman never got to finish his sentence as the plates disappeared, and replaced with clean plates. Dumbledore introduced Mr. Crouch and Bagman, with the latter trying to act composed. Then, Filch walked in with the Goblet of Fire, encased in a box. Dumbledore explained about the three tasks of the Tournament, and how to enter.
As Dumbledore dismissed everyone Mauve could see the twins walking away talking excitingly. At least I know they will be safe, no one can get past that age line without being of age. Dumbledore will make sure of it.
Mauve, coming out of her thoughts noticed Bagman had already left the staff table, and she could see him trying to keep his distance from the twins and Mauve, while trying to exit the Great Hall as quickly as possible. There seemed to be a disturbance at the door, as the crowd of students had come to a stand still. As Mauve went to investigate however, the students started moving again. She went to bed that night with misgivings about the Tournament, hoping every thing would go all right.
Mauve went to breakfast early the next morning to see what lunacy the twins had concocted to get past the age line. She wasn't disappointed as she watched Fred, George and Lee strut into the entrance hall.
After a few words with the golden trio - Harry, Ron and Hermione - Fred walked up to the age line and winked at Mauve. She just shook her head in defeat. For a few seconds it seemed to have worked, but Mauve wasn't fooled. The magic takes a few seconds to see if the student is actually of age, Mauve thought.
George ran up to join his twin and they were both thrown out of the circle, landing a few feet away, now with two long white beards. To add insult to injury Dumbledore walked in to see the twins land on the floor. He sent them to Madam Pomfrey, and Mauve joined them for the walk.
When they got away from the majority of the laughing students Mauve couldn't resist saying "I told you there was no way past the age line."
"Rub it in why don't you. Well, at least we got a laugh." Lee mentioned.
"Everyone did." Mauve smiled.
"That's what we live to do, make people happy." Fred said with a satisfied smile on his face while he wrapped one of his arms around Mauve's shoulders. "I just hope someone from Gryffindor becomes the champion. If a Slytherin makes it we won't have a chance at winning."
"What about Kara? She seems tough enough to handle it." George nudged Fred, causing his arm to fall to his side.
"She is entering, her family would have made her even if she hadn't wanted to." Mauve wasn't fazed by Fred's actions, he seemed to always do that when they walked next to each other. Just then they reached their destination, and the group split ways.
Mauve spent her day with Professor Moody, discussing what he was going to be teaching the students. It was a relief when dinner time came so she could get away from him. His teaching methods were unorthodox to say the best.
Because of the champion choosing Mauve had to sit at the professors table again, pushing her project back farther. The feast seemed to last much longer. The anticipation in the room was almost visible, as the students constantly watched the goblet to see when it would be ready.
The feast finished finally and Dumbledore layer out the rules of what would happen when a champion was chosen. He extinguished the lights in the room so the goblet stood out against the darkness around it.
The flames inside the goblet turned red three times, each time picking a champion from each school. Mauve was happy when Cedric Diggory was picked as the Hogwarts champion, the Hufflepuff house would finally get the representation they deserved. Dumbledore was giving his last words when the goblet's flames turned red once again, something unheard of.
When Dumbledore read Harry Potter everyone in the Great Hall stared at him while Mauve stared at her plate, trying to figure out how this was possible. But there can only be three champions, as there are only three schools. There has always only been three schools so the goblet couldn't be confused about the number.
Harry couldn't have found a way to put his name in, Dumbledore's age line would have stopped him at every turn. Plus, he didn't seem the type to seek glory when his life may be on the one, especially with how close he has gone to death before.
The only explanation is that someone else put Harry's name in under another school. That person must have also been able to confuse the goblet so as to allow four schools into the competition.
The real question is: who wants Harry in another life threatening situation?
With that information, Mauve felt an urgency to go to the library. Surely there was an answer somewhere in there as to how to confuse the goblet. And with that information she could figure out who would be able to cast such a spell. She looked around and noticed the room was emptying rapidly. All the teachers had already left and the last few students were at the doors.
Mauve stood and walked out, full of thoughts of how this was possible. She spent the night at the library, after explaining to the librarian that she needed to research and would do best to be left alone. After many promises to put the books back where they were found, not to mishandle the books, not to allow any students in here, not to set the place on fire from her lamp, and to lock up after she was done Mauve was left alone in the library.
As the hours wore down and she wasn't having any luck Mauve grew more and more tired. She reached the point where she was yawning more than reading, then surrendered to sleep. Mauve was awoken early in the morning with the librarian telling her to go to bed, and that she would put the books back to allow Mauve to go to sleep faster.
As always, review!
You will find some fragments from the brilliant 'Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire' so I find the need to state: I do not own Harry Potter or any of his friends. I do not own any of the books, I'm just creating another character in the Harry Potter Universe.
Mauve is mine however, J.K. Rowling can't have her and neither can you. :p (Ok, I admit, if J.K. Rowling wanted Mauve she could have her.)