Chapter 27: Here comes Skeeter
The next few days turned to be the busiest moments for the five champions. Yes, there five champions now. This really has gotten the media attention by storms. Every Wizards Radio stations, journalists, interviewers and tournaments enthusiastic were buzzing for the latest updates and probably, gossips.
After the weighing of the wands conducted by the infamous wand maker, Ollivander; the champions were told to stay put inside a different trophy room. While waiting, each of the champions was at their each spots feeling nervous and curious about what's going to happen.
Cedric Diggory stood with his hands behind his back by the window watching the view outside. Fleur Delacour sat down on a bulky wooden armchair by the fireplace, adjusting her stunning blue hat. Viktor Krum, on the other hand, was standing still leaning against the wall just by few glass cases of old trophies. Then, pacing back and forth by the entrance door was Harry Potter himself while Alex Russo watched him.
"What are you going to worry about?" Alex asked. Harry shrugged. She sighed.
Suddenly the door swung opened making all the champions on high alert. "Oh, sorry." Randy Gavrail arrived wearing his Durmstrang uniform especially this time; he had the think woolly hat on. He gave a smile to everyone but they just went back to what they were doing. "Alright then." He let out.
"Hiya Randy!" Alex happily waved at the Auror.
"Hi!" He waved back as he walked over to his fellow Durmstrang, Viktor.
The Bulgarian Seeker straighten up and engaged in a conversation with his friend.
From afar, Alex placed her cheek on the heel of her palm carefully eyeing the Durmstrang. She has this silly smile on her face and chuckled lightly. "What's wrong with you?" Harry eyed her.
"Nothing." Alex gave him a look.
Then the door swung open and this time, no one bother to care. "What a reception! Best to put this in my segment of the Daily Prophet." An annoying yet girly voice echoed throughout the room. An image of a middle aged woman standing on the door wearing tight and bright dress with clown-like think make-up, curly and stiff blonde hair. She was standing with her hand on her left hip while the other holding a long brownish parchment. A floating long feathery green quill was moving side to side on the parchment.
"Oh no." Viktor deeply resent this.
Rita Skeeter, a journalist for the Daily Prophet, smiling at all the champions - - strutting like she a model – into the room with a cameraman by her. She clapped her hands once and greeted them, "Well, hello everyone. Lovely day today, don't you think." She chuckled rather oddly causing both Viktor and Randy to look at each other and cringed. "Now, all champions gather round, let's have some group photos shall we?"
Her cameraman then motioned the champions to gather by the fireplace, telling them what to do and where to stand. On the meantime, Randy stood still crossing his arms when Skeeter noticed him. "Randall Bryan Gavrail! What a pleasant surprise to see you here." She moved to him. "Still dating that Beauxbatons girl?"
"No." He answered.
"Oh, how about that Italian singing sensation then? She's been writing songs about you, I know that."
"I'm not dating anyone." Randy assured. "Could you please get along with your interviews and photos? You got one hour to do so. All the champions have their own studies to think about."
"Oooh sassy as ever, Mr. Gavrail!" She swipes her green quill against his face and moved on to the champions. Randy mouthed at her, shocked. Alex silently laughed.
While waiting for the photo shoot and interview to finish, Randy has fallen asleep on the armchair by the entrance door. The others were waiting by as Harry was getting interviewed by Rita Skeeter. It was definitely a quiet moment. And boring.
"Alex, vill it be alvight vif I sit vere?" Alex looked up from the floor and found the Bulgarian Seeker, Viktor Krum, staring down at her.
"Yeah, sure." The Russo girl insisted, making a space for the Seeker to settle down.
Meanwhile, Randy was stretching out his arms, finally awake from his little nap. Quick survey of the room, he turned to his watch and looked at the room where the interviews taking place.
"Really? Its really true?" Alex asked the Seeker.
"Inveed, Alex." Viktor replied.
"Wow, I never thought of that before."
"Neither vas me."
"Thanks for the info."
"Velcome."
The door swung open and Harry walking out, looking puzzled and tired. Behind him, Skeeter whispering things to her Quick-qoutes quill before summoning the next champion, Alex Russo. "Come on dear, you're next! Chop chop, don't waste my precious time."
"Vud luck." Viktor whispered before Alex make her way to the room.