Okay, so I decided to just post this chapter now because it is ridiculously short. Sorry about that. Next chapter will be better.
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Chapter 5 – The Champions
Later that night we were all gathered to find out who would be chosen for the Triwizard Tournament. Dumbledore of course gave some speeches and soon after began picking names from the goblet.
The first name that flew out was Fleur Delacour. She was a petite little girl that seemed to be loved by her fellow peers. Everyone cheered as she made her way forward. The next name was Cedric Diggory. He reminded me a bit of Edward... I shook my head not wanting to bring back the past. And the last name to be called out was, of course, Viktor Krum.
"I now present our Triwizard champions!" Dumbledore said gesturing to them and everyone cheered loudly.
Suddenly the goblets fire started acting up spewing in different ways. Slowly the teachers and students noticed this weird behaviour. Dumbledore observed the fire carefully clearly not understanding what was going on until a 4th piece of paper shot out. Dumbledore caught it and read the name with a grave look on his face.
"Isabella Potter," he said softly at first and everybody gasped and started whispering to each other as they looked around the room for me. "Isabella Potter!" Dumbledore yelled angrily this time.
I was stunned motionless. My eyes stared wide at Dumbledore. I couldn't move. That is until someone on my right nudged me. I think it was Draco. I stood up shakily and then took a deep breath before walking forward with my head held high.
Don't show people you're scared. Don't let them think you're weak. I thought to myself.
I looked around at the people glaring at me. In the crowd I saw Harry looking at me as if silently asking "How could you do this?" I shook my head at him telling him that I didn't plan this. I saw Hermione looking at me with a shocked expression. I found Pansy looking at me enviously and Draco half glaring at me and half questioning me. When I got to Dumbledore he handed the piece of paper to me and I saw my name written in perfect cursive. It wasn't exactly my handwriting but someone was obviously trying to imitate it. But who could it be?
Once I was with the other champions I thought to myself, why am I letting these people get to me? Why am I now taking note of their glares and hateful looks? I have a reputation! I reminded myself. So as I stood there in front of everyone I held my head up high and let a small smirk slowly make its way onto my lips.
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