Hey der! :D Okay, so I changed Lana's name to Adelia just cuz I thought it was prettier ;) Other than that, nothing else to report. Oh, I don't own anything that rightfully belongs to JK Rowling. And um, read and REVIEW!

5: Detention #2

The next day after my first detention with Mad-Eye Moody, classes were cut half an hour short on account of the arrival of the delegations from Beauxbatons Academy of Magic and Durmstrang Institute. This meant there wouldn't be enough time for Professor McGonagall to turn me into a hedgehog when I make her mad in Transfiguration.

But it wasn't as interesting as I thought it would be. When the bell rang early to end class, I walked down to the Slytherin common room with Adelia to drop off our bags. Snape came to line us up and I got squished between her and Nott. I took a peek a little further up the line where Pansy had latched herself onto Draco's arm and was sucking up to him. I couldn't actually hear what Pansy was saying to him but I bet it was something stupid.

"You know, Malfoy would never seriously consider someone like Pansy. He only likes her attention but he'll get over it. So stop worrying about them; he'll come around." Nott's voice came from behind me.

I gave him a puzzled look; since when did he know?

"I can just tell," He replied, "You and Malfoy would make a good couple."
"I'm really scared now," However, it felt nice to hear someone say that. "You're a Slytherin, Nott. That seems strangely out of character."

"We're not heartless…at least not to people in our own house."

I had just enough time to smile and say "thanks," before Snape filed us outside into the entryway.

After the Beauxbatons and the Durmstrang lot both made their own dramatic entrances, everybody headed inside for the feast. They had decorated the Great Hall apparently trying to impress the other schools. The four grand tables had been polished until you could almost see your reflection on the surface and the staff table looked pretty spiffy itself as well. Four banners with the different House crests on it now hung from the ceiling.

"Good evening! I would like to welcome our students, the staff, but most particularly, our guests! I hope your stay at Hogwarts is comfortable and pleasant." Dumbledore waved his arms at the food now appearing on the tables, "The tournament will officially be open after our delicious feast! Enjoy!"

"Wow," Adelia said, who was sitting next to me, "this is the best food that we've ever had here."

I took a bite and instantly agreed, "Guess we wanted to make a good first impression."

It automatically got boring after Dumbledore mentioned the rule that you would have to be 17 to enter; it didn't apply to me anymore so I didn't want to hear the rest of it. And of course, he even put an ageline around the Goblet of Fire.

"Bummer, really. I wanted to enter." Adelia told me as we walked back to the Slytherin common room.

I shrugged, "Well, I think someone from Slytherin should enter. Plus, it still seems entertaining to watch, I guess."

"Rayna!" The next morning I woke up to pretty violent shaking. "Get your lazy ass out of the bed!"

"What," I exclaimed, groggily forcing my eyes open, "are you doing here?" I finished after I locked eyes with Draco. "Uhm, this is the girls' dorm, you know?"

"I know but Moody wants us in detention now."

"That's not until later tonight." I said.

"Actually, when Moody said detention at 8 on Saturday, he meant 8 in the morning."

"How do you know?" I asked.

"I went down to eat breakfast early today when Moody found me and ordered me to detention. Then, he told me my first task was to find you."

I groaned and pulled the blanket higher until it was over my head. "I don't want to be found."

Suddenly, my blanket was ripped entirely off of me. "Come on!" Draco prompted, getting frustrated.

"Fine," I sat up in my bed, but didn't move any further, "but I want to sleep." I complained, yawning.

"Oh, would you just!" Draco grabbed me by the wrist and pulled me up and out, on the way up to the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom. I was still in my pajamas and half-asleep.

"There you are!" Moody bellowed as soon as we walked in, "Sure took you long enough; 6 minutes!"

Draco opened his mouth to say something but Moody ignored him and continued, "Anyways, it seems my room has gotten dusty, don't you think?"

"No," I automatically replied.

"Well, too bad. I think so. I need the tables and windows to be wiped down, those books over there," Moody gestured to a pile of books in the corner, "need to be stacked on that bookshelf." He pointed across the room towards a half-empty bookshelf. Then he added, "Alphabetically, of course. Also, those paintings need to be hung up where the hooks are in the wall. And the clock in the back corner needs to be rewound; it's two hours and 3 minutes behind."

I groaned as soon as Moody left the room and shut the door behind him. However a second later he reappeared, "I forgot, no magic allowed. Give me your wands."

I felt for my wand but then I realized I was still wearing my pajamas and I had left it in my dorm. "I don't even have mine." So Moody only took Draco's wand.

"I'll do the tables and you can do the windows?" I said.

"Bossy, much?" Draco smirked.

"You're the one who dragged me down here." I pointed out, and threw a rag at him I'd found on the front-most desk. "Have a bucket of soapy water," I handed him one of the two buckets also on the desk.

He sighed in resignation, "Fine; let's just get this over with."

After cleaning all the tables, I started tinkering with the clock. As I was trying to wind it, I must've set some kind of enchantment off or something because the hands started to go all crazy. They kept spinning around and around, then would stop suddenly, go counterclockwise, stop again, and then rewind again.

"Stop it, clock!" I hissed. I banged it hard with the palm of my hand and it clock's hands came to a jagged stop at 8:31. I breathed a sigh of relief and replaced it on the wall.

"What did you do?" Draco asked, from across the room where he'd just finished the windows. He tossed the rag back into the bucket, only to miss.

"Nice shot," I pointed out.

"Just hang up the pictures!" He said, bending down to pick up his missed throw and slapping it into the bucket.

"And I was the bossy one," I murmured to myself, taking a closer look at the pictures. They were all piled together, leaning against the wall. The one on the top was a painting of a man in clothes that were just too vivid for him. His shirt was a bright orange with a neon green collar and golden yellow buttons. He had also donned a hat that was bright red and had a white feather sticking out of it.

I frowned at the picture until it spoke, "Oi! What are you staring at me for?"

"What is wrong with you?" I blurted out, the bright colors of his attire starting to blind me.

"Why, absolutely nothing! You know, back in my day, I was one of the noblest aurors! They called me-"

"Look, I really don't care. I'm just here to hang you up, okay?" I hung Sir Arrogant in the front of the room where I wouldn't be sitting…ever.

The next painting was of a lady dressed in a pink, poofy dress. I didn't know who she was but I didn't like the fact that I was surrounded by a bunch of fashion misfits. However, she wasn't annoying, only mentioning that she would like a spot next to a window.

There was one more portrait and it was another man, but much older than Sir Arrogant. "Hello, if you wouldn't mind, I'd like to be hung up in the back over there."

"Fine then," I said, carrying him to the back and plopping him onto the wall.

"You know, I just so happen to have written your textbook. I am Quentin Trimble."

"Oh, really? No one cares; you cursed us with a textbook." I scoffed, and then left him in the corner.

The last picture was a painting of a battlefield; there were lots of wizards and witches fighting. You could even see the lines of blue, green, and red jets where spells were being fired. It was bigger than the other portraits and I had a harder time trying to pick it up.

Well, this is extremely heavy and I'm not sure where I can hang it.

"Here, let me help." Draco appeared and took it off my hands.

"Hang it on the opposite wall, would you?" I asked, dusting off my hands. I watched him as he put it up, "Wow, that is the first thing you've done for me in a…well, ever."

Draco shrugged, "I just want to get out of here. Hour's almost up."

Moody burst through the door just as Draco finished his sentence. "Now, this place is looking much better!" His magical eye swiveled around to the portraits and the stacked books that Draco had put together, to the clean windows and the clean tables too. I wondered what life looked like to Moody through that crazy, glass eye. "Since we have roughly two more minutes of detention, I'm going to give you a long-term assignment. I want you two to write me an essay about the Unforgivable Curses; one page. Now, off you go!"

Draco and I were heading back to the Slytherin common room when Warrington, a hunky 6th year who was one of Slytherin's chasers last year, stopped us. "Guess what?"

"What?" Draco asked.

"I am officially the first Slytherin to have entered the tournament."

"When did you enter?" I said.

"Did it last night after everybody had gone up to bed."

"Nice," I replied, "Do you think you'll get picked?"

"How could I not? I can take on anything."

"Sure, just like that bludger that hit you in the face and you fainted." Draco pointed out, "And that was only during practice."

"That's different. I'm sure the Triwizard Tournament tasks aren't very hard. I mean, they said they had to make it easier, right? So no one would get hurt?"

"I still think you're a little in over your head, Warrington. Dumbledore said they'd be extremely challenging either way." Draco answered.

Warrington started to protest just as I saw Jos down the hallway. I interrupted him, "Hey, I got to go. See ya guys later!"

Draco caught on first, "Going to see Reinhardt, aren't you?"

"Leave it, Draco," I snapped, "Jos is my best friend."

Once I had walked some distance away from the two boys, I heard Warrington say, "That girl is not right in the head."

I whirled around, "I am perfectly right in the head!"

They both snickered and turned down another corridor, out of sight.