"Sit down, please. And now the moment you've all been waiting for: the champion selection!" Dumbledore yelled out so that the entire dining hall could hear. Katya sat next to Faustine, clutching each others hands nervously. The fire in the goblet receded for a moment into the goblet, the flame turning red, before exploding high into the sky. A piece of parchment fluttering down. Dumbledore grabbed the paper and unfolded it, "The Durmstrang Champion is…Viktor Krum!" The handsome man stood up, raising his hands in the air in victory before proceeding to the Hall of Champions.
The flame spit out another name, "The Hogwarts Champion is…Harry Potter!" A young-man stood up. He appeared to be the same age as Katya; his hair was shaggy and his glasses round. He walked up sending a small smile to Dumbledore, they appeared to be friends, Katya thought to herself.
Faustine's squeezed her hand, watching as the flame turned a bright purple and exploded into the air in fiery twirls. A small scorched piece of paper, fluttered slowly down the air. Dumbledore grabbed the paper, "The Beauxbaton Champion is…" Katya closed her eyes, squeezing her friends hand. "Katya Goshawk!"
Her eyes popped open and she released a sigh. She heard some of her fellow classmates begin to weep, staring her down with jealousy. Katya hugged Faustine lightly before standing up; all eyes on her.
Draco watched as Katya's slender frame stood up, she was foot shorter than him and had a dancers body; lithe and beautiful. Her chestnut hair cascaded down her back in waves like a waterfall. Her blue eyes sparkled like the ocean, always changing colors never staying the same. Katya's french accent teased his mind, so smooth and appealing. But that wasn't even his favorite part about her, it was her smile. Her smile was beautiful, highlighting all of her features—but behind that smile was a hint of mischief; that drove Draco absolutely wild.
Katya walked down the steps seeing the two other champions Viktor Krum and Harry Potter. The only thing she knew about Viktor was that he is suppose to be the best seeker in the world and he plays Bulgarian National Quidditch Team. Now Harry Potter was a different story, his parents were murdered by Lord Voldemort—him being the only survivor.
Viktor laughs when he sees Katya, "What?" Katya asked narrowing her eyes.
"The prodigies from each school was selected, it is quite humorous." Viktor replied a smile on his lips.
"Well might as well not be strangers, I'm Harry Potter but I think we all already know each other." Harry said trying to break the ice, Viktor rolling his eyes at Harry.
"Katya Goshawk." She replied bowing her head slightly. "And you must be the arrogant Viktor Krum."
"At least you call it how you see it." Viktor replied laughing and Katya door opened and she turned around to see their three headmasters walking in followed by another man. Madame Maxime walked towards Katya, pride beaming on her face. She stood behind Katya, placing her hand on her shoulder.
"Congratulations for being selected to be your schools champion. You have three tasks ahead of you. The first task will be a week from today." Professor Dumbledore said to the three champions. "This is Bartemius Crouch, or as I like to call him: Barty. He is the one who has organized the tasks this year."
"Hello, champions." The man said, taking a step forward. "You will not know what the tasks are. You'll be given a hint after the first task to help with the second but that is it. Your first task will be on Tuesday, November 24, we will give you more information later. Good luck, Champions."
"I'm sure you've had enough excitement for one day so I will let you guys get your rest." Professor Dumbledore said dismissing the three.
Katya sat in the library reading Secrets of the Darkest Arts. "What are you reading?" A smooth voice asked and she looked up to see Draco. She raised the book so that he could see the title, "That's an interesting book to be reading."
"I don't see 'ow it is." Katya replied as she looked back down at the pages.
Draco shrugged his shoulders, "May I sit with you?" Katya set down her book and looked at him curiously. She nodded her head and he took the seat across from her. "How is it to be the champion of your school?"
"Nothing special. I just get to deal with all the glares from my fellow classmates." Katya replied rolling her eyes at the girls who stared her down. "Are you upset that you weren't the champion of your school?"
His face turned hard, "If it had been anyone but Harry Potter I would have cared less." Draco spat out his name.
"Seems like you don't like 'arry Potter very much." Katya said
"That brat is nothing more than an attention seeker." Draco said angrily.
She peered at him curiously, "If you put us side by side you could say the exact same thing about me." Katya smiled to herself, she couldn't wait to hear his reply.
"I see what you did there." Draco said a smile playing on his lips. "And no you two are completely different."
"'ow so?" Katya said leaning in slightly.
"Ah there is no point in me telling you, now is there?" Draco replied leaning back in his chair confidently.
"What if there is a point." Katya replied.
"What would the point be?" Draco asked raising an eyebrow.
"Now that would depend on the answer." Katya replied smiling coyly.
Draco laughed, "You're quite cunning aren't you?"
"Cunning is what cunning does." Katya replied with a smirk.
"I like you." Draco said matter-of-factly. "What classes do you have?" He asked changing the subject quickly.
"Well my next class is potions; which I should probably be 'eading that way since I 'ave no clue where it is at."
"Who's your teacher?" He asked.
"Lets see…" Katya mumbled as she took the folded piece of paper out of her bag, "It says 'ere Professor Snape."
"Same." Draco said, "I'll show you the way." Draco stood up, Katya stared at him before standing up and grabbing her bag. They walked side by side, peeking out of the corner of her eye she looked at Draco. He was about a foot taller than herself, he had blonde hair that almost appeared white. He had very pale blue eyes that from far away looked grey. He was slender but you could tell that underneath he was toned. She could look at him all day. "See something that you like?" Draco asked smirking at Katya.
Dammit, Katya thought to herself. She could feel her cheeks burning up. "What's to like?"
He laughed, "What is there not to like?" Katya laughed and Draco turned to look at her. "When is your first task?"
"One month from now." She replied, frowning slightly at the thought. She had no clue what the task was and how to prepare herself for it.
"Here we are." Draco said opening the door for her. They stepped into the classroom right on time. "You can sit with me if you would like."
Katya looked around spotting Faustine, "Thanks for the offer but Faustine would kill me if I didn't sit next to her." Draco shrugged his shoulders and took his seat and Katya walked up to Faustine who was giving her the 'I told you so' look. "What?"
"I told you that 'e liked you." Faustine said sending her coy glare.
"You said nothing of the sort." She scoffed. "You said we were going to bang."
"It's the same thing." Faustine whispered back.
"'ow is that even remotely similar?" Katya exclaimed.
"Miss Katya just because you are the champion of your school does not mean you can talk whenever you deem fit."
"Sorry, professor." Katya mumbled, and Snape continued her lecture. Faustine snickered at her and she bumped her shoulder against Faustine.
"Miss Katya. I would like you to switch seats with Mr. Goyle over here." Snape said and she sighed. Faustine held a hand over her mouth trying not to burst into laughter. She grabbed her bag and stood up, biting her lip to keep herself from laughing. "Something amusing?"
"No, sir." Katya replied still trying not to laugh. She headed to the seat and saw that it was next to Draco. She took the seat next to Draco and could see the laughter in his eyes.
"Well your just a little trouble maker aren't you?" Draco asked with a smile.
"Who me?" Katya asked fluttering her eyelashes giving the innocent look. Draco shook his head laughing lightly.