"You're still pouting," Jemma complained, linking her arm with Skye's. They were walking slowly down the path to Hogsmeade, where they'd planned to enjoy their weekend. "Is this about quidditch being canceled?" She asked, knowing Skye well enough to know that she would be annoyed about not being able to play this year, especially when she only had a year left until they would graduate. It was warm outside, but Jemma stayed pressed against Skye's side anyway. After their stupid fight, they'd almost gone back into the honeymoon phase again. That was one thing she liked about fighting a little, was how great their relationship was afterwards.

"Yeah…" Skye smiled though, feeling Jemma so close to her. She had been pouting about it since the announcement, and it was her next to last year to be able to play. She didn't see why they couldn't host the tournament and play quidditch. It would make the school year even more fun.

She had managed to get Jemma all to herself all day so far with no sign of the blonde in blue anywhere on the horizon. After their time in the library the previous night, Skye was feeling pretty pleased with herself. Maybe not having quidditch wouldn't be so bad. Jemma would worry less and Skye would get scolded less…but she also wouldn't be able to sit through Jemma playing doctor. That was always the best part about bruises.

"I'll be fine though. You'll just have to occupy all my spare time now," Skye winked, "Give me something to do with all my extra energy I'll have, since I won't be channeling it into sports."

Jemma grinned and stood on her toes to give her girlfriend a peck on the cheek as they continued walking.

"I have a feeling I'm not going to have as much time to work undisturbed." She joked. She usually did all of her homework from the stands at the quidditch pitch during Skye's practice, but now the girl would probably be pestering her. She didn't mind much though, now that she had the time turner, she could do both. She could finish her studies and use her time turner to go back and spend time with Skye, as long as she made sure the two versions of her stayed away from each other and the professors didn't find out what she was doing.

"Would you like to go the the Three Broomsticks? It's my treat today." Jemma offered.

"Oh yes, tempt me with candies and butter beer. Might as well fatten her up since she can't work it off," Skye joked and smiled, nudging Jemma lightly as they came into town. "Well, since it is your treat, how can I say no to free sweets? Am I only limited to one kind of sugar, or can I access all of it?" The brunette grinned even wider and stole a quick kiss before unlinking their arms and jogging over to the candy store.
"In here first? Please please? Then Spintwitches to look at brooms? Please, Jems?" Skye put on her best pouty face, accompanied by her perfected puppy eyes.

Jemma laughed at her girlfriend's ridiculous, childlike behavior, but she couldn't say no. She never could.

"Sure, go for it." She hurried to catch up as Skye slipped into the candy store.

Skye already had a bag in her hand and was filling it up with her favorite candy. Jemma might regret having told Skye to get what she wanted, since her bag was now already half full of candy. The Slytherin had a wild grin on her face and she visited all of her favorite containers, till she had gone around the store and held her full bag out to Jemma, with a single, chocolate frog on top. "That's for you. I know you like them…er, the cards. I know you like the cards. I'll eat the frog."

When Jemma saw Skye's bag, she rolled her eyes and pulled a little pouch full of coins from her pocket. It was good thing Strigi, her owl, had just brought her allowance from her mum, or she would have gone broke.

"I just hope it's not another Headmaster Coulson, I already have five." Jemma smiled and walked with Skye over to the counter to pay for her goodies. By the looks of it, they were going to be stocked for a while if she could manage to slow Skye down.

Skye smiled at her full bag of candy and took the frog container out before she shut it and stuffed it into her bag for later. She had opening chocolate frogs down to an art, and so she slowly opened the top, preparing herself. She shot a glance at Jemma to be ready, just in case she missed, and then opened it fully. The dessert frog came to life, and just as it moved to jump out, Skye grabbed it with her free hand. Her timing was on point, and the frog squirmed for just a moment longer before the short enchantment wore off. She could never bite it while it was moving.

While she began to eat her pre-butter beer snack, she pulled out the wizard card from the box and handed it to Jemma. "It's Victoria Hand. She was just here for the Triwizard announcement. She looks exactly the same, business robes and all. How many do you have of her?" Skye questioned as she led Jemma from Honeydukes and down the street to Spintwitches, the local wizarding sports store. She could already see the selection of brooms in the window. Her own was six years old now and it hadn't been a very in demand brand to begin with. It was wearing down, so perhaps it was a good thing that quidditch had been canceled for the season. It could give her enough time to save money for a proper broom, one fit for a future professional quidditch player.

"Two. I don't think I'll ever get a new card again." Jemma joked, stuffing the moving picture into her pocket to add to her collection later. She caught Skye eyeing the brooms in the shop's window and a small smile tugged at her lips. Her girlfriend wanted to be a professional beater, and if her games at Hogwarts proved anything, she'd be quite good at it. Jemma wasn't completely sure about what she wanted to be, but she knew she wanted to do something in potions or alchemy. She could become a potions master, an alchemist, maybe even return to Hogwarts as a professor.

She noticed Skye staring at her, waiting, probably hoping she'd come with her to look at the brooms and listen to her explanations about the pros and cons of each model. She sighed dramatically and nodded just to humor her. She'd never let Skye know it, but she enjoyed watching her girlfriend get so excited when she talked about quidditch.

Skye smiled wide when she saw that Jemma was going to come in with her, and she courteously held the door open for her. Once the door shut though, Skye was gone from Jemma's side and wandering about the shop like a lost child in the candy store…which was fitting considering they had just been there. Skye knew that Jemma got excited at the beginning of every school year when she could go into Slug & Jiggers Apothecary in Diagon Alley to pick out all of her potion ingredients, but this was different. This was a whole new level of excitement. This was Quidditch!

It got even higher when Skye spied the brooms in the window. "Oh, Jems, look! It's a Nimbus 2000. It's fast and has the best control in the air since the Comet 140. That's what I have. This is probably my best option…in my price range anyway," Skye beamed looking at it, going over all the specs until she spotted the next one.

"Oh, oh look at it! Its the 2001. It's even faster, built by the same company too. It doesn't have the nice seat dip but the foot holds are sturdier and make for a better grip when going faster. It's a good broom all around," Skye nodded and turned to Jemma, making sure the girl was still paying attention. She got a smile of reassurance, and so the brunette continued on to the next broom. For a moment it looked like Skye was about to faint.
"Jemma! It's a Firebolt! They have a Firebolt, holy shit!" Skye's eyes were alight with excitement as she slowly reached out to touch it. The broom stand began to glow and just before her fingers could graze the wood, it shocked her, making her retract her hand.

"No touching!" She heard from the front of the store in a grumpy voice.

Skye's shoulders slumped a little in response before she sighed, "This is the kind of broom a real quidditch player would use. Both the Bulgarian and Irish National teams used this kind of broom! It's the real deal Jemma. It goes AT LEAST a hundred and fifty miles an hour, Jemma! At least!"

"It sounds dangerous," Jemma frowned, trying not to imagine her girlfriend flying through the air at that speed when it was the intent of the bludgers to knock her off and possibly send her plummeting to her death.

"Quidditch is a dangerous game, babe. Once, a game lasted for a month because the seeker and the snitch got lost. Seriously, that was before they enchanted it to stay within the actual pitch. Professional games now can last a long time, an entire day sometimes! If both teams are really good it could almost go on indefinitely," Skye shrugged, giving Jemma a smile. "This is a safe broom though. It's made of ebony, super strong wood, but also light. It's also enchanted with a unbreakable braking charm. It helps the handler stop the broom faster, and no one can break it so that they are unable to stop and run into things."

Jemma scoffed, not seeing how that would really help.

"I don't think anything would make quidditch safe besides a protective field around your broom. Are you allowed to do that? I can do that." Jemma fussed.

Skye laughed at how adorable Jemma was when she was concerned for her. Before every game she always made Skye promise that she wouldn't get hurt. She inevitably broke those promises sometimes, but it couldn't be helped. Jemma would scold her for being reckless and mend her up. Then of course they would celebrate with some hot cocoa and cuddles.

The brunette took her hand lightly and held it, nodding back towards the broom, "You don't have to worry, Jems. That's not the broom I want. And no, you can't do that. Enchanting the brooms is against the rules. You don't want me to get disqualified do you?" Skye gave her a warm smile and pecked her on the cheek before she motioned behind her, to the last broom in the window.

"This. This is the broom I want. The Firebolt Supreme. The Bulgarian National Quidditch Team used these to win the World Cup last year. This is a broomstick for quidditch if there ever was one, Jemma. Isn't she beautiful?" Skye wanted to touch it, but she remembered what had happened last time. She looked at the price, just out of curiosity and sighed. It would cost her everything in her family's vault for this kind of broom…plus and arm and a leg…and maybe her first born child too.

"She goes faster, flies higher, stops sooner. Her handling is out of this world, I bet," Skye shook her head and turned back to her girlfriend with a sad smile. "It will probably be a Nimbus for me though. Tried and true, I guess. Nice and slow for you, Jems, so I won't get hurt. And the only broom in my price range."

Skye sighed again, but kept her smile up for the sake of appearances. She couldn't have Jemma thinking she was upset again when it really wasn't anything she should be worrying about. Her Comet 140 had gotten her through the past five years. It had been her mother's broom during her seventh year at Hogwarts when she had played quidditch. Her mother had been a Chaser for Hufflepuff, and an excellent one at that. It was clear that Skye had inherited a lot of her athleticism. But a player was nothing without a good broom, and up against something like a Firebolt Supreme, the Comet just wouldn't cut it.

"Lets go get that drink now, lil'mama," Skye squeezed her hand and led Jemma out of the sports store and across the way towards The Three Broomsticks.

"Well, this is exciting, isn't it?" Jemma asked. The entire hall was on an adrenaline high, excited to find out who the champions would be for the Triwizard Tournament.

"I thought you were against the whole dangerous, death defying stunts thing." Fitz said skeptically, questioning Jemma's sudden interest in the whole thing. Jemma knew what Fitz was talking about, she knew that her opinion about the whole thing was like a boomerang, it had completely changed and had come flying back in a different direction. The reason for this was that her new friend had decided to enter, and she was going to support her if she was chosen.

"You can't tell me you're not at least a little curious to find out who's going to be chosen?" Bobbi asked, defending Jemma to her best friend and quirking an eyebrow at Fitz. Jemma giggled at the flabbergasted look on her friend's face.

"Not at all." Fitz said defensively, though she could tell he was lying. Everyone was wondering which student from their school they were going to be rooting for. Personally, Jemma hoped Bobbi wasn't selected, but the taller girl seemed so enthusiastic about it, just like Skye was about quidditch. She'd actually found out that Bobbi played quidditch as well; she was a seeker. They would probably get along well, she should introduce them.

Jemma barely managed to fit in a few more bites of her dinner before Headmaster Coulson stepped up onto the podium. He didn't even have to say anything for anyone to fall silent. His call for attention would only delay the choosing of champions.

"The time has come for the Goblet of Fire to produce the three champions which will be participating in the Triwizard Tournament," the headmaster began. A pin drop could have been heard the room was so quiet, everyone waiting in anticipation. Trip gave Skye a thumbs up from the Gryffindor table, accompanied by a wide grin. Skye returned it, feeling anxious herself to find out who would have the huge honor of representing their school.

Headmaster Coulson waved his hand but once, and the large stone goblet appeared before the podium. "Per usual, ladies first," the man smiled and everyone in the room focused as the fire in the goblet grew brighter before it spat out a spark, and a cinged piece of paper, which floated lightly into the air. The headmaster caught it, and slowly unfolded the paper.

"The Champion from Beauxbatons Academy of Magic is…Barbara Morse. If you will please come forward to the podium," The headmaster motioned to a place beside the goblet. All the champions would be honored once they were chosen. Reporters from the Daily Prophet were waiting to take their statements, as well as Victoria Hand and a handful of wizards and witches from the ministry to go over the rules and regulations.

At first, it hadn't really registered in Jemma's mind that Bobbi had been chosen, she hadn't known that her first name was actually Barbara. When she recognized the last name, however, she looked at her friend with wide eyes. Bobbi was smiling and pumping her fist, like this was the best thing to ever happen to her. Sure, Jemma had supported her, but she didn't think she'd actually get picked. Her mouth hung open as Bobbi slipped off of the bench and strode up to the front of the Great Hall.

"Of course goody two shoes would get chosen…" Skye grumbled, more to herself than to her teammates, who were all clapping for Bobbi anyway. No one had time for her jealous fits tonight, and she could see why. Jemma looked so concerned for her. How sad, her new friend had just walked into a three way death trap for a sparkly cup that you couldn't even drink out of. Skye scoffed, catching Trip's attention and pointing to Jemma. The Gryffindor turned in his seat and spied the Ravenclaw girl. She looked upset, but he was sure it wasn't for the reason Skye was thinking it was.

He turned back to her and shook his head, giving a thumbs down. She needed to lay the issue to rest. Skye seemed intent upon doing the opposite.

When finally the room quieted again, with the help of Coulson's raised hands, the fire spat forth a larger sheet of paper, burnt around the edges. He caught it, as he had the previous one and waited a moment, letting the room prepare itself. Skye could almost hear everyone suck in their breath.

"The Champion who will be representing Durmstrang Institute is Grant Ward. Please come forward."

The other men from Durmstrang all gave shouts and cheers, while their new friends from Hogwarts did as well. The tall, burly looking man walked up to the stage, looking rather pleased with himself, as Bobbi did. Skye thought they almost matched each other. Apparently both had wanted this quite a bit. Good, they deserved it. There was just one poor soul left to be picked.

The cheers quieted down on their own as everyone watched the goblet intently for it to flare up again and release the last name…but it didn't. It burned the same as it had for the past couple of days, flickering about, but never glowing like it had twice before. Murmurs began to crop up across the room and even the Headmaster looked a little perplexed. When he moved to take a step from the podium, the fire suddenly burst to life, clearly having taken its time with its decision, and spat out a crumpled piece of paper onto the floor.

Coulson was fast to retrieve it, but Skye had already stopped paying attention. What was the point anyway, it wouldn't be anyone that she knew. She looked over at Jemma, who seemed to be waiting with bated breath just like the rest of them. Trip seemed equally as entertained, turning back to her to wink before he gave his attention back to the headmaster.

"The final Champion, who will be representing Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry is…" the silence was so thick everyone could hear him un-crinkle the paper, "Daisy Johnson. Please stand and come to the podium."

Just like she thought. Skye didn't even think she knew a Dai-

"Oh, fuck…"

Her eyes shot to Trip first, whose mouth was hanging open before, gods prepare her, they darted over to Ravenclaw and fixed on Jemma.

When Jemma heard the name, it was like someone had just punched her in the chest. Her eyes widened as the syllables echoed across the quiet room. Only she knew who Daisy Johnson was, and she'd only heard the name off Skye's lips in the confined space of the library when she'd first told her her real name.

She tried to swallow a lump in her throat as unexpected tears gathered in her eyes. How had this even happened? Skye wouldn't have entered, and if she had, she would have told her about it. This had to be some kind of mistake, it just wasn't possible. Maybe, as a prank, one of her quidditch teammates had put her name into the cup…No, they didn't know the name Daisy Johnson. Skye did this herself.

She could feel her hands shaking and she knew that if she didn't get out of here, she was going to blow up. She couldn't deal with this right now, not in front of everyone. Before anything else could happen, she jumped out of her seat and sprinted towards the dormitories, leaving her bag behind. Fitz would bring it for her later, she just had to run. This wasn't happening, it just wasn't.

Skye shot up, almost tripping over the seat behind her as she tried to get out from the table. Her mouth opened to shout for Jemma to come back, but her throat was dry, and no words came out.

"To the front here, please, Miss Johnson," Headmaster Coulson requested again, and Skye felt her legs moving without her consent. She was up, standing next to Grant and Bobbi, her eyes still wide before she realized she had even left her seat. She was still staring at the door, where Jemma had rushed out. She had left her. She was alone and she wasn't going to get any help. This wasn't supposed to happen. She wasn't supposed to have been chosen.

The name Daisy Johnson hadn't meant anything to Bobbi, but when Jemma ran out in such a hurry with tears in her eyes, she found herself glaring at the girl responsible as soon as she stood. She'd seen them together before, and she'd seen this Daisy girl grab Jemma possessively the other day when she was around, and she didn't like her. She grit her teeth and made it completely, one hundred percent clear to the brunette that it was not ok. She didn't even care that a camera flashed at that particular moment.

Skye was still dumbfounded by the entire occurrence and it took the many bright flashes of light to bring her back. She looked to Ward next to her who was smiling a wide, white toothy grin for the cameras. Her eyes moved over to Bobbi and her own widened. The blonde looked apt to kill her in that moment.

The brunette's face scrunched up in confusion. Was she looking at her like that because Jemma had run out? Of course she was. This was the woman who had been hitting on her girlfriend for the past three days. She had no right to look at her like that. This wasn't her fault. It's yours. She glared right back and was about to open her mouth to say something before the reporters rushed in, cameras still flashing and began bombarding the three with questions.

"How do you feel now that you know you are a Champion?"
"What do you think the tasks will be like?"
"What are your thoughts going in?"

They just kept coming and Skye had to fumble around all of her answers, not really knowing what to say. It had just been a dare. A silly, stupid dare that wasn't supposed to have turned out this way.

Everyone else had been ushered from the hall so that the press could get some privacy with their subjects and several hours had passed into the night before the Headmaster finally stepped in and dismissed the students. Skye was exhausted emotionally and now physically after the interrogations and the flashing lights. Bobbi had been giving her side eye the entire time, and the Slytherin was too tired to just sit back and take it.

"Hey, whats your problem?!" Skye shouted across the hall as the other two champions were walking to their quarters.

The man turned around to look, "NOT YOU!"

He made a distasteful face before turning around and continuing on, mumbling to himself. Skye was tall, but she wasn't Bobbi tall, and it did take a moment for her to catch up to the blonde, but when she did, she grabbed her shoulder roughly and turned her around.

"I'm talking to you!"

Bobbi whirled around, completely ready for this confrontation. She'd been wanting to initiate it herself for a little while now. Jemma would probably get a kick out of the fact that Skye started this.

"I think you know exactly what my problem is." Bobbi used her height as an intimidation factor, as she usually did, and stood above the other girl. This Skye, as Jemma had always called her, deserved whatever she was going to get.

"Really? Really?! Is it girlfriend stealing, because that's what I think it is," Skye shouted, moving up onto her tip toes as best she could to be just a little taller. She wasn't going to back down. She was too tired and her better judgement had been left in the other room.

"Please," Bobbi scoffed. "There wasn't much there to begin with. Since I've been here, you only seem to talk to Jemma when it's convenient for you. At least I'm around." She said, trying to find some kind of sensitive spot in the other girl that she could completely exploit.

"Hey, you're new here and it must be different at Beau buttons or whatever, but here new people don't just butt into other peoples relationships! You don't know me or my relationship with Jemma!" She sure as hell didn't only talk to Jemma when it was convenient for her. She walked her to class every day. She sat in the library with her to study even though she thought it was boring. She read long, complicated books with her in the grass because Jemma liked the long complicated books. She gave her every card from her chocolate frogs. She always bought them in bulk herself so that she could by chance get one she didn't think Jemma had. She played it safe at quidditch, which yes, honestly didn't work out much because she was a beater, but she knew it made Jemma worry to see her all banged up. She didn't have the best example of a healthy relationship growing up but Skye thought she was doing a pretty damn good job, and for Bobbi to challenge that was pushing all her buttons.

"I don't need to be around for very long to know things about your relationship with Jemma." Bobbi growled, taking a step closer and forcing Skye to take a step back. "Did you see the look on her face? Did you even tell her you put your name into the goblet of fire?" Bobbi added a slight shove to Skye's shoulders as she continued to back her up.

"You can't even accuse me of butting in when I didn't even know there was something to butt into until you so animalistically marked your territory the other day. She's been giving me signals this whole time. She blushes, she gets flustered, and it's not like she objects whenever I touch her." Bobbi grinned wickedly when she saw the horrified look on Skye's face. She was winning and she knew it.

That's because she's nervous. She doesn't like strangers. She's too polite to say no… Skye grit her teeth together, losing momentum fast and allowing herself to be pushed back. She didn't have any comebacks. She had seen it. Jemma smiling. Jemma blushing. Jemma laughing. She's just shy…she's just nervous…it wasn't working. Jemma liked it a little possessive sometimes. She hadn't been acting like an animal. At least not yet.

Bobbi's last comment was the last straw. It was the last card in the castle and the deck was crumbling fast. She wanted to wipe that shitface grin off and she wanted to do it now. Fuck wands.

Bobbi might have been tall, but Skye was a beater, and she had the arm power. The Slytherin girl let out an enraged shout, and her shoulder was plowing into Bobbi's chest in a heartbeat, knocking them both down. She wound her arm back and without another thought her fist collided with blondie's face.

The surprised blonde covered her face with one arm to block the sudden incoming hits, and with the other, she grabbed a fistful of Skye's hair and tried to pull her off.

Apparently their yelling had drawn the reporters back in, because lights were suddenly flashing at them again. It wasn't often that the Champions fought outside of their tasks for the accumulation of points. If the press hadn't thought the two were rivals just from the interviews then they sure would now, and so would everyone else.