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"Well this is going to be very interesting." Said Fred, coming up behind Taylor.
"Yes it is. And considering they are like private schools compared to us. But they will probably be snobby. At least we aren't like that."
"Yes, but we have got a ferret!" George pointed out. Taylor nodded in agreement.
"Unfortunately. Oh and we have 'Let's eat everything's' and we have pug face (Pansy) and we have…you know what I'm not going to go on because this is just lowering my self-esteem about our school." They laughed, "But if you think about it, they are all in Slytherin so we are all good."
"Hey, Taylor, would you like to be one of the first to try one of our products?" George asked.
"Yeah, no. As much as I admire your work I wouldn't want to mistake one of your sickness ones." She stated. They nodded.
"We need to pick someone who doesn't know everything." Taylor pocked Fred hard in the ribs.
"Ow!" He complained. She just smiled.
"Well I should be getting back to Harry, Ron and Hermione, if I can find them." She informed them as she started to walk in the opposite direction. All of the students had gathered outside the great hall for the arrival of the other schools and most had sat down on the damp grass, watching eagerly around them for any movement that could suggest the arrival of the other schools. Some of the students eyes seemed to need to pop out of their head they were looking so hard.
The sight of bright red hair caught her attention and she quickly made her way over to her friends.
"Hey guys." She said as she sat on the grass beside them.
"Where were you?" Harry asked.
"With Fred and George." She explained as she pulled a note out of her pocket. She had finally had a word with Dumbledore about the dance lessons and it turns out to be very interesting…
Flashback
"Good evening, Dumbledore." Taylor said, as she went and sat in the chair in front of the headmaster's desk. He gazed at her through his half-moon glasses, a smile imprinted on his face.
"And what do I owe the pleasure?" He asked.
"I was wondering about the dance lessons. Why?" She explained, watching him closely.
"To be different and to do something to fascinate the other schools."
"But sir, it was never done in the books and so it would be changing things, wouldn't it?" She asked wisely. His smile got larger and he gave her a curt nod.
"Well done, Miss Mundus. You have passed your first test."
"I'm sorry, what?" She asked confused.
"The whole dance thing was a scam, to see if you would realise the mistake in it all." She slowly nodded.
"So does that mean that there is no more dance classes?"
"Yes."
"And what about the students?"
"They knew from the beginning that is was a test for you. Although they thought it was a teaching test."
"Oh good, so they don't know my secret?"
"No, they still remain oblivious to that fact."
"Goodie."
"But there is something I would like you to do at the Yule Ball…"
End Flashback
"So, it was all a test?" Hermione asked her.
"Yes, good old Dumbledore testing me. I really should look out more."
Once the other students from the other schools had arrived (and the Hogwarts students had finally stopped staring) they made their way up to the Great Hall to where they would be having their grand feast to welcome the new guests. The Great Hall had been supplied with extra tables for the guests and for the all of the new teachers.
Hermione was watching the Beauxbatons who had chosen to sit at the Ravenclaw table. They all seemed rather glum as they huddled into their scarves.
'It's not that cold, why didn't they bring cloaks?' Hermione pointed out.
"Actually Hermione, it is cold." She looked at her, "Remember, I am Australian, you know G'DAY MATE and 30 to 40 degree Celsius weather in the summer."
"Yes, but they probably come from cold climates too." Harry stated. She nodded in agreement. Ron was trying to get the Durmstrang students (but mostly Victor Krum) to sit with them at the Gryffindor table, but it failed. He and his fellow students had gone and made themselves comfortable at the Slytherin table. Malfoy (of course) was already leaning over to speak to the celebrity, probably trying to sleaze his way into being his friend. Taylor thought, I shall have a word with him later...
'Yeah, that's right, smarm up to him, Malfoy. I bet Krum can see straight through him, though… bet he gets people fawning over him all the time… where d'you reckon they're going to sleep? We could offer him a space in our dormitory, Harry… I wouldn't mind giving him my bed; I could kip on a camp-bed.' Ron thought over to the other three, thinking positively. Hermione snorted.
'They look a lot happier than the Beauxbatons lot.' Harry stated as they looked at the Ravenclaw table, and then at the Slytherin. The Durmstrang students seemed to have a lot of interest towards Hogwarts, especially the ceiling where you could see the sky, and the golden goblets that rested on the table in front of them.
Harry was watching as Filch put 4 spare chairs at the head table.
'But there are only two extra people, why's Filch putting out four chairs? Who else is coming?' Harry wondered.
'Eh?' Ron was half zoned out; staring at Victor Krum seemed to be his number one priority at that particular moment. Taylor leaned over to Hermione and whispered, "I think Ron has a crush..."
After all of the students had come into the hall and made themselves comfortable, Dumbledore made his speech to the new arrivals. After he had finished the plates in front of them filled with food, as they normally do, except this time there was way more of it and all from different countries.
'What's that?' Ron asked, pointing at a very strange dish that looked as though it had some sort of shellfish stew that was placed next to a mouth-watering large steak-and-kidney pudding.
'Bouillabaisse.' Hermione stated.
'Bless you.' Ron said.
'It's French, I had it on holiday, summer before last, it's very nice.' She told him. He nodded.
'I'll take your word for it.' He said as he took some black pudding. Taylor looked up and down the table, deciding on which dish she should start on first. She decided to try the steak-and-kidney pudding first, and then she might try the 'bouillabaisse'.
About 10 minutes later, the same girl who had laughed during Dumbledore's speech, came up to them. She seemed to have taken off her scarf which had been wrapped around her face, which revealed long, almost white, blonde hair that almost reached her waist.
'Excuse me, are you wanting ze bouillabaisse?' she asked them. Ron's face went purple as he stared up at her. He opened his mouth to reply but nothing came out except a gurgling noise. He sort of looked like a purple fish.
Harry was the one to speak, 'You have it.' He said as he pushed the dish towards the girl.
'You 'ave finished wiz it?' she asked.
'Yeah, yeah it was excellent.' Ron responded, breathlessly. She then picked up the dish and carefully walked back to the Ravenclaw table. Ron watched the girl with wide eyes as she left; it was as though he had never seen a girl before. Harry and Taylor exchanged looks and then bursted out laughing. Ron seemed to snap out of his thoughts.
'She's a veela!' Ron told them hoarsely.
'Of course she isn't! I don't see anyone else gaping like an idiot!' Hermione said. This made Taylor laugh even harder. But the truth was that some of the boys did exactly the same thing as Ron. As soon as she passed them they would stare in awe.
'I'm telling you, that's not a normal girl,' Ron began, leaning to the side so he could get a good view of the blonde, 'They don't make them like that at Hogwarts.'
'They make them OK at Hogwarts.' Harry said without realising. The girl was sitting near Cho Chang.
"OK!?" Taylor said, looking at the two boys, "Man I think we are a bit more than ok!" Hermione smiled.
'When you've both put your eyes back in, you'll be able to see who's just arrived.' Hermione instructed them. They followed Hermione's finger to the staff table. The two empty seats had being filled by Lugo Bagman and Mr Crouch.
'What are they doing here?' Harry asked.
'They organised the Triwizard Tournament, didn't they? I suppose they wanted to be here to see it start.' Hermione explained.
After all of the puddings had been eaten, Professor Dumbledore started to explain everything about the tournament. The age limit, how to enter, how it is very dangerous, etc. He then invited Taylor up onto the stage.
"Hi, I'm Professor Mundus. If you have any issues you can come to me. So, yeah." She got through the sirious part first. "Ok, Who's ready for the Triwizard Tournament?" She shouted. All the students shouted back 'YEAH' except the Beauxbatons.
Afterwards the students were dismissed to their dorms, but not before everyone noticed the famous Harry Potter. Taylor could seem Malfoy rolling his eyes in the mist of all of the students.
Once Hermione and Taylor had made it up to their room, they were full and tired.
"I think this tournament is a bad idea. It seems very dangerous." Hermione said, once she had put on her pyjamas.
"Yes, but that's probably why they put an age limit on it, Hermione. I'm sure it will be alright." Understatement of the year! Taylor thought to herself, getting into bed.
OK, so yes, this is a short chapter. I'M SO SORRY! School is so busy and annoying at the moment, but I am going to try and upload my next chapter by Friday! I have already started writing it so hopefully it will be done by then; it is going to be a montage of stories about Taylor and Draco's detentions and study periods together in their 3rd year because I forgot about them in the chapters. Hope you enjoy and R&R x