Chapter Thirteen

The word 'excited' was just officially just an understatement.

Angelina had walked into the Great Hall, with a piece of paper in her hand, as she walked slowly down the hall with a few turning heads while she walked. As she stepped closer and closer, everyone observed her as she felt a few hundred eyes looking at her.

"Go Angelina!" Somebody cheered.

"Angelina, I know you can do it!" Another person cheered.

Angelina listened to her classmates cheering, and shyly grinned as she slowly walked up to the age line and the massive, flaming Goblet of Fire. She gripped her piece of paper tightly, and looked at it one more time, just to assure that her name was still on it.

She slipped her name into the cup as the flames engulfed the cup and everyone clapped as she stepped out of the age line. Clapping was a polite gesture from other students at Hogwarts, the Durmstrang students gave nods and polite smiles to Angelina, while the Beauxbatons girls mostly gave stares and then went off to talking about how 'zis is not-eeng' compared to their French school. But Angelina knew who her true friends were in the crowd, they were the overenthusiastic maniacs cheering and whistling for her as they all met her at the end of the Great Hall.

Angelina looked over and smiled at Alicia, Katie, Lee, Fred and George as they all cheered for her.

"You guys, it's not like I was chosen yet!" Angelina said modestly, but madly grinning.

The school year at Hogwarts was a bit different than anyone else had expected. Sure for sixth years it meant the usual thing: N.E.W.T.S and more N.E.W.T.S, however this year all of the students at Hogwarts had something new and different to look forward to: The Triwizard Tournament: A competition where two other schools, Beauxbatons and Durmstrang had came to compete with Hogwarts for 'eternal glory'. All you had to do was put your name in the goblet of fire and then you would see if you'd be chosen.

Although Angelina had decided that glory wouldn't be 'that bad', the reason she was entering was because of the prize money, and the rush of exercising both her academics and her athletics.

Since the night before when Angelina had actually done that, the thought of actually being in the tournament was instilled in her head. To compete with the likes of possibly Viktor Krum, a highly skilled seeker, and to have a new adventure to tell Oliver would be her dream.

Angelina was walking alone to the dormitories to get her new broom, while Alicia and Katie rode for a while without her. Angelina went into a relatively empty common room, the whole day people were crowded around the great hall to see who would enter their names into the goblet, so when she nearly ran into Patricia Stimpson up in the dormitory, she was a bit alarmed.

Patricia glared at her, as Angelina kept walking and laughed to herself. She hated Patricia Stimpson, who dated Fred the previous year. If it wasn't for her, she believed, a lot of things could be different.

Angelina retrieved her new broomstick and headed for downstairs, overhearing Patricia and her friends in conversation with their shrilly laughs. Angelina rolled her eyes; she'd never really liked any of the other sixth year girls except for Alicia.

"So guess who I just ran into today, girls" Patricia began, Angelina froze, she wondered who it was about considering they'd just crossed paths.

"Who, Viktor Krum?!" one of her friends had frantically asked, Angelina rolled her eyes. It was as if Viktor Krum all of a sudden had a fan club of girls flocking around him all the time and they hadn't even seen one of his quidditch matches!

"No" Angelina could hear the nastiness in Patricia's voice. "That boar in our year, Angelina Johnson, 'Gryffindor's little heroine herself."

The girls laughed automatically while Angelina was now crouched on the stairs listening to every word.

"I think it's stupid that a minger like her is getting all of this attention just because she put a name in some cup."

"Well, Patricia" one girl meekly said. "I don't really think Angelina's that much of a minger, I mean have you seen the way those Durmstrang boys are looking at her?"

Patricia scoffed. "Well, she's not that horrible looking, I suppose. But it's not like she's interested in men or anything, I could've sworn I saw her eyeing down Fleur Delacour!"

Angelina's eyes widened.

"I thought she was going out with that cute quidditch player, you know, Oliver Wood?" Another girl said.

Angelina leaned forward in anticipation.

"Oh please! You thought that was real? She's only paying Oliver Wood to say that that they're dating, so know that he's not here, she can pretend that she's not a disgusting, creepy, le—"

"Hello Patricia." Angelina said, arms folded standing up casually now down the stairs. She tried hard to control her anger, because bolting down the stairs wasn't enough.

"Johnson" Patricia said sharply, she observed her broomstick. "Oh, I see we're riding broomsticks are we? That's funny, I never imagined you the type."

Her girlfriends giggled while Angelina smiled and sighed.

"You know, it's sad, Patricia. You just can't let go of the fact that Fred doesn't want you anymore."

"At least he liked me in the first place!" Patricia raised her voice a little.

"Patricia, that doesn't mean anything to me."

"That's rubbish!" Patricia started to yell. They'd heard the common room open a few times as people were beginning to stand around and watch the fight, including a shocked Katie and Alicia.

"No it's not! What's rubbish is how you're acting! You're not the hottest girl at Hogwarts Patricia, when you're older you're going to become fat and ugly!"

"Yeah…well….well….at least I'm not a DYKE!" Patricia squealed out. The room went silent, including Angelina, who had felt a new sense of anger from her head to her toes.

"Say that again Patricia?" She asked through gritted teeth.

"You're a DYKE! A HUGE LESBIAN, that's why you play sports and you, put your name into the goblet! Oliver's faking it all people, they're not really going out!"

The crowd didn't respond to Patricia and her shrilly laughs, they just observed a now livid Angelina

"Dumb SLUT!" Angelina yelled, pouncing on a crouching Patricia like a lion. Patricia not only squealed, but tried to scratch back at Angelina's powerful punches to her face. Angelina stayed on top of her and wouldn't stop swinging no matter how much people were cheering.

"WHAT IS GOING ON HERE?!"

Angelina had a handful of Patricia's blonde hair in her fist as she looked up to see Professor McGonagall's angry face.

"MISS JOHNSON AND MISS STIMPSON, MY OFFICE NOW!" She bellowed, beet red.

The students saw in astonishment and clapped and cheered for Angelina. She'd gotten a glimpse of the crowd and only seen Alicia and Katie's grinning faces.

If only Weasley could see me now… She thought to herself, mischievously.

"Fighting at school is not only dangerous, but it is also a mindless way of sorting out problems. Especially for two young ladies! For you to do this in front of a crowd that could have been from Durmstrang or Beauxbatons is appalling to the image of our school!" Professor McGonagall said behind her desk.

"Luckily for you two I can't give you as major punishment due to the tournament. If it were up to me, you two would have the toughest punishment that I could think of! So I'll just leave you both with a week's detention, and thirty points from Gryffindor each. Miss Johnson yours will start tonight, and Ms Stimpson, yours will start in an hour."

Patricia scoffed as they both got up to leave the room.

"And Ms. Johnson" Angelina turned around to Professor McGonagall.

"Although your actions this afternoon were less than exceptional, this won't affect the outcome of the cup." She said, with a bit of a smile.

Angelina let out a relieved sigh, smiled back at Professor McGonagall and walked off. She had put her name in the goblet of fire, she'd just turned seventeen and she'd just given Patricia Stimpson a black eye.

Life was great for Angelina.

"I suppose this place is a bit familiar to you, Miss Johnson, so I suggest you take a seat while Professor Binns watches you all." Professor McGonagall closed the door on the history of magic classroom. Angelina went up the stairs to find a seat.

"About time you showed up." Fred said casually, with an empty seat next to him.

"Wait…How did you know about…?" Angelina said confused, implying her detention.

"It's all around school….and Patricia's face obviously. Nice little shiner she has right there. Oh! And the black eye just tops it. Well done, Angie, I'm proud of you." Fred shook Angelina's hand.

"Thanks" Angelina said, smiling. "So what are you in for this time?"

"That stunt George and I pulled earlier this morning." Fred said. Angelina knew exactly what he was talking about. In order to enter your name in the goblet of fire you must be seventeen years old. Fred and George were only sixteen so they tried to cheat their way into putting their names in the cup. Being spotted, they were jinxed with long white hair and white beards, which Fred still vibrantly had on his face.

"You have the body of a seventy year old, mind of a seven year old." Angelina laughed.

"And yet the ladies still love me." Fred joked.

"Where's George?" Angelina asked.

"They gave him afternoon detention, so now he's out with Alicia on a date. Speaking of a date I think I have one in about an hour…" Fred trailed off.

Angelina looked at him.

"A date? With who?"

"Some girls from Beauxbatons, Adelaide Posey or something like that." Fred said nonchalantly. Angelina then burst out laughing.

"Beauxbatons?! Durmstrang is alright but all those Beauxbatons girls can ever talk about is how 'zis is not-ing compared to Beauxbatons" Angelina said, twirling her hair, mocking the girls.

Fred chuckled. "They're just homesick, Angie. I'm sure they like it here!"

"Yeah, we'll see on your date tonight how much they 'love' Hogwarts!"

"Jealous are we?" Fred grinned; he knew he could get a rise out of Angelina by saying that.

Angelina looked over at him leering.

"I am not jealous Fred Weasley and you know that! You know I'm still with Oliver!"

"Yeah, well when the last time bighead is has ever written you a letter? All I see is you writing things to him but I never see you getting any back."

Angelina was silent for a moment. It was true, even last week on her birthday Oliver hadn't written her anything. All he'd given her was a broomstick kit and a muggle birthday card.

"Well he did give me that nice broomstick kit…" She trailed off.

"Please, I gave you a nicer gift!" Fred told her.

"Canary crèmes? Oh yeah, what a lovely present."

"At least I gave you a card and I haven't disappeared off the face of the earth." Fred said in a sing song voice.

"Oh, hush up! Can we get out of here already?" Angelina asked.

He looked at his watch.

"Well, I have to go I suppose, follow me." Fred said, getting up. Angelina nodded and followed Fred down the stairs. As Fred unlocked the door Professor Binns woke up.

"What are you doing, Weasley?" Binns asked.

"Bathroom?" Fred quickly said, Binns nodded and as quickly as he woke up went back to sleep.

Fred and Angelina quickly walked out of the door laughing to themselves.

"It's been six years and it still works!" Angelina said.

"I know, right? The old fart's desk is probably charmed as a bed or something." Fred laughed.

"Fred! Where 'ave you been?" a heavily French voice said to them. Angelina looked at the girl; she was wearing the Beauxbatons baby blue uniform, with her curly brown hair all the way down to her shoulders. She had round, almond shaped eyes, covered with massive amounts of eyeliner, a pointy rather large nose, and pink glossy lips. She reminded Angelina of a brunette rat.

"Adelaide, I thought our date was in an hour…" Fred trailed off.

"No, our date vas an hour ago!" The beauxbatons girl told him, pointing her long manicured finger at Fred as she came closer. They could smell her French perfume for miles.

"Aw come on, I'll make it up to you, and we'll go out now." Fred began to hug her; Angelina felt very awkward standing there with them.

"No, eet is too late! Ve vill spend breakfast together and then ve vill go out for a walk!" Adelaide told him.

"Well, alright then…this is my friend Angelina, we were in detention together and we were just walking back to our common room." Fred introduced her. Adelaide examined her up and down with only her eyes.

"Nice to meet you" Angelina put on a fake smile, as if she was meeting one of her parents' random business friends.

"Eet is a pleasure." Adelaide said, with a frown on her face. As they shook hands her nose started to point higher, as if something smelly was under her nose.

"Vell, Fred, I am going to bed. Au revior" She said in a breathy voice, as she kissed him. Angelina started to wish that she was still in detention or somewhere away from this strange sight. Fred stood there, almost red with a sly grin on his face.

"What are you staring at?" Angelina asked, almost a little demandingly, as she pushed him to walk on.

"She's so-how you say-'magnifique'" Fred said dreamily.

"Snap out of it Weasley! They're all part veela."

"I don't have a problem with that! She's what you call a real woman."

"And I'm not?" Angelina asked.

Fred looked at her for a moment. Of course, Fred still liked Angelina—a lot. However, he couldn't wait any longer for her to realize that Oliver just wasn't for her. Adelaide was gorgeous, no doubt, so he figured it would be easy to try and forget about his feelings for a while.

"I never said you weren't!" Fred told her, as they went into the common room.

"Then what's so great about her?" Angelina frantically asked.

"What isn't?" Fred simply asked. Angelina scoffed and headed for upstairs.

"I'm going to bed." She said.

"What's the matter with you Angie?" Fred asked.

"I'm just frustrated, that's all. Goodnight." Angelina told him, Fred shrugged as he watched her go upstairs to the girl's dormitory.

Angelina went into the dormitory angrily flopping on her bed as Alicia and Katie looked at her.

"What's the matter with you?" Katie asked.

"Am I girly?" Angelina simply asked. Katie and Alicia were silent for a moment. They tried to come up with the right words.

"Well, you're—"

"You do—"

"I'm not am I?" Angelina asked in a low voice.

"Well, no."

"Not in the least bit."

Angelina moved over to sit near the two on Patricia's old bed. After the fight, Patricia had asked to move to the fourth year's bedroom while Katie traded places with her.

"Guys, what can I do to become more—girly? Like those Beauxbatons girls?"

"Why? Everyone loves you just the way you are!" Alicia told her.

"I don't know, I just don't think anyone really sees me anymore…" Angelina said, thinking about her time with Fred.

"Come on, what do you have to worry? You're dating the—well the ex, cutest boy in Gryffindor!" Alicia said to her.

"Speaking of Oliver…he left you a note, it was put on my bed by mistake." Katie handed over the letter as Angelina opened it in excitement.

Dear Lina,

Puddlemere is amazing! I've been practicing lots and I haven't really had any time to do much. The team is very nice and friendly. I heard about the triwizard tournament! Get Viktor Krum to give me an autograph. Anyways how is school? I suppose we could see each other on Christmas or something.

-Oliver

Angelina threw the note down. Although they'd been going out for so long, Angelina had feared that Oliver had lost interest in her, she was never the girl to put makeup on and heaps of perfume

"Well, are you sure you want to do it?" Katie asked.

"I'm sure I want to do this." Angelina said confidently.

"Okay then! Tomorrow, Katie and I will devote the whole day to sugaring up your spice!" Alicia said grinning. She turned off the light and slipped into bed.

"Alright then. Goodnight girls." Angelina told them, she lay in bed with a smile on her face. If she was more of a girl, then those Beauxbatons girls would definitely be shown up…and everyone, including Fred, would see a whole new side of her.