A/N: Gah! I keep forgetting to put author's notes on! In case anyone was wondering, Lupin being a werewolf isn't going to protrude any further into the plot; it just isn't neccisary for my plotline. This next scene has some influences from the chapter where Harry, Ron and Hermione get their O.W.L.s in the Half-Blood Prince. R&R, if thou pleasest!

The Goblet of Fire

Katrina watched the owls approaching from the window of the Burrow nervously. Fred and George sat at the kitchen table, drinking Pumpkin Juice calmly.

"Kat, relax. When you get 'Outstanding' for all nine of your O.W.L.s, then you can complain."

She continued to watch the approaching black dots, wringing her hands.

Mrs Weasley turned from the sink. "Dear, please sit down. Those owls won't approach any faster with you staring at them."

Though soon enough they did, and three owls, two handsome snowies and one elegant tawny soared into the room, landing in front of the twins. Fred put down his Pumpkin Juice, unflustered, and untied the letter on the leg of one of the snowy owls. George took his letter calmly from the leg of the other snowy.

Katrina forced her hand to steady and stroked the tawny's head before detaching her letter. Katrina Lupine was written in a swooping hand.

The silence was deafening. Finally, the three of them slit open their letters and pulled the parchment out from inside.

ORDINARY WIZARDING LEVEL RESULTS

Pass Grades: Outstanding (O) Fail Grades: Poor (P)

Exceeds Expectations (E) Dreadful (D)

Acceptable (A) Troll (T)

KATRINA MAEVE LUPINE HAS ACHIEVED:

Arithmancy: E

Astronomy: O

Care of Magical Creatures: O

Charms: O

Defence Against the Dark Arts: O

Herbology: E

History of Magic: A

Potions: E

Transfiguration: O

Fred leaned over her shoulder. "I didn't know your middle name was Maeve."

George clapped her on the back. "Nice job, Maevy. Here, swap..."

She scanned down the twin's grades. Yowch.

Mrs Weasley glared at Fred and George. "Only six O.W.L.s between you - boys, I expected better..."

She trailed off and looked at Katrina's paper. "Katrina, dear, well done. Fred and George, your father will hear of this."

"Please join me in welcoming the lovely ladies of Beauxbatons Academy of Magic!" Dumbledore's voice echoed resolutely through the hall, as two lines of beautiful girls walked into the hall.

Katrina noticed the twins paying special attention to each girl's derriere and busts. She elbowed both of them.

"Stop it, you two. Their eyes are up there."

The twins, for the most part, ignored her.

"And our friends from the North, Durmstrang!"

Two lines of boys - well, men, really - strode into the hall, carrying sticks and pounding them against the floor occasionally, producing sparks. They had the look of Russians and Bulgarians about them.

"Bloody hell - it's Victor Krum!"

A whisper swept down the Great Hall as the hallowed Quidditch player paced into it, followed by a man in white furs and bad teeth.

Dumbedore proceeded quickly. "It is my painful duty to inform you that the inter-house Quidditch Cup will not take place this year."

What? Katrina angrily looked around, to find the rest of the Quidditch team mouthing soundless outrages, from Fred and George to Harry and Angelina.

"This is due to an event that will begin in October... an event known as the Triwizard Tournament. This is a competition that all three schools will take part in. Eternal glory! That's what awaits the student who wins The Triwizard Tournament, but to this that student must survive three tasks. Three extremely dangerous tasks."

"Wicked," the twins breathed together.

Katrina smiled. Only those two.

" 'Allo - my name iz Gabrielle. Zis is Emmy and Roial." The pretty French girl looked at Katrina expectantly.

"Uh, hi. Katrina Lupine." She shook hands.

She wasn't entirely sure how she suddenly made friends with the three Beauxbaton girls, but suddenly the four of them were talking avidly.

Gabrielle was slim and delicate, with big blue eyes that would turn many a male head. Emmy was slightly plumper, but only by a little, and had long blonde hair that any Slytherin girl would kill for, and Roial was small but attractive.

"This isn't going to work."

"Sure it is," Fred grinned cocksurely at her, putting his arm around her.

George did the same on her other side. "Kat, my friend, when will you learn never to doubt us?"

"Probably never."

The boys were preparing to hoodwink the Goblet of Fire - Katrina had sworn to take no part in what happened next, except to laugh at them when it went disastrously wrong.

"Ready, Fred?"

"Ready, George?"

"Bottoms up!" They crossed arms and gulped their concoction down. Katrina sat next to Hermione, shaking her head.

"I wonder what will happen." Hermione looked up from her book.

"I hope it doesn't kill them. I wouldn't have anyone to, you know, taunt."

The twins jumped over the age-line and a ragged cheer went up. Fred and George looked over at Kat and stuck out their tongues in unison.

She snorted. "If I didn't know that they were 16, I would have thought they were 4."

They put their names in the goblet, and the two girls leaned forward unconsciously.

Maybe they've actually done it.

A few seconds later, however, the Goblet's flames turned from their natural blue to a disconcerting red, and the twins were thrown back by some invisible force.

Katrina stood up, worried for a second, but sat back down when she saw they were unharmed - and growing beards.

"So that's what happens."

Fred looked at George. George looked at Fred.

"You said-"

"You said-"

They began to fight like bear cubs, rolling over and over, clawing at each other's faces, much to everyone's amusement.

Katrina sighed. "I'd better go break this up before they hurt themselves."

"Bye, Katrina."

Fred passed a piece of parchment over to Ron.

Hurry up or all the good ones will be gone.

Katrina and George watched his reaction. Ron looked at his brother darkly. Who're you going with? he mouthed.

Fred raised his eyebrows, mouthed Watch, and turned around. Throwing a well-aimed piece of paper at the back of Angelina Johnson's head, he quickly asked her to the dance and procured a yes.

Katrina's shoulders fell a little. What had she been expecting? She knew the answer, and was annoyed with herself for it.