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Anyways r&r please oh yeah, and I said robbie and freddy were quarter giants but, as a reviewer pointed out, there actually half-giants so that's changed
A weight he didn't know he carried had lifted from Robbie's shoulders. He was really happy that Halloween day, it was like he had swallowed a whole cauldron full of Europhia potion he had made last year in Potions.
Though he knew his mother was dead and he should feel sad, the truth was he wasn't. He actually felt guiltily relieved that there was finally a reason why she had never came back for him. In fact, the only thing that was slightly bothering him was that last night, after the feast, Frederick had taken an obvious interest in Leanne.
Robbie was ashamed at his cowardice, but him, Alfred and Leanne had been getting on so well the last two months and he was scared of upsetting the status-quo if he asked Leanne out. And besides, he couldn't even imagine how awkward it would be if she said no.
Robbie grinned wryly to himself. Here he was worrying about the status-quo when nothing was the same anymore. He finally had his twin brother.
As if by twin-telepathy, Frederick appeared in front of him, in a thick coat. "Rob!"
"Heya, Freddie, what you wearing that coat for? It's not even cold!" he eyed the wooly earmuffs in confusion.
"To you it's not, but to me its freeeeezzzzzing! I miss France." He looked grumpy for a second before he brightened. "C'mon, let's go see who else is entering. You're entering, right?"
"Yep, so is Alfred and Leanne."
"Leanne?" Freddie looked startled. "But she's way to pre -" he trailed off, blushing.
Robbie was irritated as it was clear what he had almost said about Leanne, but tried not to show it. "Don't let her hear you say that. She's big on feminism, Leanne is, and besides what about Sophie and Charlotte? They are both beautiful."
Freddie nodded, looking quite abashed. "Yeah, and Beauxbaton's last champion was a girl too."
"Oh yeah, Vicky's mum!" Robbie grinned, if someone was 'way to pretty' to be in the tournament, it would have to be Fleur Weasley.
They sat down at Gryffindor table, oblivious to the many stares that followed the identical half-giants.
Though he knew it was possessive and extremely immature of him, Robbie immediately bagged the chair next to Leanne.
"Who's put their names in?" he asked the gang, which had grown three member's overnight, Sophie, Charlotte and Frederick.
"Dana Baddock, Timothy Withers, Joseph Cannon, Susan Melkin, Thomas Whitby, Peter Locus and Jasmine in your year. And then all the Beauxbatons and Durmstrang lot." Victoire trailed off. Robbie glanced at her – she looked pissed off, as did Teddy beside her.
"No luck with George then?" he asked sympathetically.
Victoire looked indignant that Robbie thought her favourite uncle had come up with nothing. "He came up with loads actually."
"I don't see any white beards…" Robbie wondered if they had followed any of George's advice.
"We just got the last one off." They rubbed their chins simultaneously. "We tried all of them, and NONE of them worked. Up since six this morning, and none of them worked." Teddy looked seriously annoyed, Robbie hadn't seen him this peeved since Chudley Canons lost to the Tornadoes last year.
Robbie turned to the rest of the gang, who were actually of age. "Have any of you put your names in?"
Leanne shook her head, her blonde hair falling attractively into her eyes. "We were waiting for you two, so we could all do I together."
"Cheers." Robbie and Frederick grinned at her for a long time.
"Erm…will we go up now then?" Leanne asked, wanting them to stop smiling at her.
The six of them eagerly got up, and out of the corner of his eye, he saw Alfred and Charlotte chatting animatedly together.
"Hey, Rob? Alf, Lee?" Ted called. They turned around warily, all thinking that he wanted them to put his name in. "If it can't be me or Vicky, then I hope it's one of you lot."
This surprised them all slightly, Ted was usually never this serious. "Thanks mate." They made their way to the top of the hall all hoping that once the champion's were picked, he would go back to normal.
"Huh, I didn't see the Goblet of Fire being put there last night." Robbie noted in surprise.
Leanne snorted. "You were having a pretty intense time of it last night, I wouldn't blame you. Speaking of which," she dropped her voice and leaned in towards him, "how's your dad doing?" Her breath tingled on his neck and Robbie forced himself not to shiver.
"He met up with Hermione, Ron and Harry in the Three Broomsticks. If they can't make him feel better, I doubt anyone can."
"He's not here." Leanne said worriedly, looking at the top-table, to Hagrid's empty chair.
"He probably just slept in," He shrugged – he wasn't worried, Hagrid often missed breakfast. What Robbie really noticed when looking at the top-table was Professor Teely, Headmistress of Beauxbatons. She looked cold and mean, and Flitwich was pointlessly trying to make conversation with her.
Robbie shivered, for a completely different reason than with Leanne, he wasn't sure why, but he felt uncomfortable around her.