Well here is the third chapter! This is basically a filler. The next chapter is VERY exciting!
A Note
John Watson sighed, looking at the four long tables with hundreds of tittering kids at each. A few seats away sat Harry, Ron, and Hermione. John glared at them; the heroes. I'm fine with that of course... I'd rather live a simple life. Those three could do the dangerous stuff. It's not like I can even think about doing that sort of things anymore, anyway. I'm doomed to have a slow, calm, boring life. Maybe I could be a doctor or a-
"Hey, John, what do you think?" one of his friends asked.
"Uh, I don't know, red," John replied. His friends sighed and shook their heads.
"The argument is about hippogriffs. It is as to whether or not they can enjoy anything!"
"I say they can't feel ANYTHING!"
"And I say that it's impossible for an animal not to feel anything whatsoever!"
"They're just animals! They are bloody, mindless magical creatures!"
"And aren't we technically animals as well? Are we not creatures of magic as well?"
"You're a creature!"
"And so are you!"
John sighed. Why were they always fighting?
Finally the sorting began, cutting the argument short. John looked over the crowd of first years, trying to spot his sister's head. He knew his sister well enough to know she was scared out of her wits about the sorting, even if she didn't show it. She was like John in that way, but as much as he hoped she would be a Gryffindor, John doubted it would happen. She wasn't very brave, sly, or wise. She was very loyal and patient, though, so John assumed that she would be a Hufflepuff.
When the sorting finally got around to "Watson, Harriet", it turned out John was right. As Harriet skipped over to the Hufflepuff table she looked over at John and gave a little wave accompanied by a smile. John smiled, waved, and then gave her thumbs up, showing that she was proud of her. He really was. She was going to be a great Hufflepuff.
"Attention students..." Dumbledore said as he started his speech. As Dumbledore talked, John's mind started to wander. Who's the new teacher? Professor Moody, Dumbledore had called him. I wander why he's called Moody. Maybe he's always moody…
"This year, our school will be hosting the Triwizard Tournament!" Dumbledore cried. John was snapped out of his day dreaming. Tri-what? A ripple went through the hall. A third of the students were asking what the Triwizard Tournament was and another third were shrugging to the ones asking the questions. Only a few people seemed to know what it was, and those who did either gasped or laughed at those who didn't know.
"QUIET, QUIET!" Dumbledore shouted over the students and continued his speech.
John wanted to be somewhere else when the headmaster's speech was over. His friends had quickly picked up their hippogriff argument. He was quickly going tired of his friends yet again. Why can't they just talk for once? There is more to life then arguing. But they are still my friends though. That's all that counts, right? I still wish we could talk about things, rather than argue about them though. Deep in thought, and almost completely ignoring his friends, he almost didn't notice the Ministry of Magic style paper-air-plane land on his nearly finished supper. Blinking his mind clear of his thoughts, he quickly opened the letter to find it was written in his cousin's neat cursive:
Meet me outside Hufflepuff house at 10 o'clock.
-A.W.
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