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Alright, I said I'd add chapter 2 when I got one or more reviews and I did get one review-thank you MissBubblyJayy-so here is chapter 2. Enjoy!
Chapter 2:
The Triwizard Tournament
The sorting was over and I was squished between some first years and fourth years. I felt a little out of place but it was better then near Cedric at least. The buzz of conversation had quieted down and everyone sat patiently, waiting for the feast to begin. We were all starving and I had slept through the trolley! No one bothered to wake me until we were near Hogwarts! I was always in a bad mood when my stomach was empty; I needed some food in my system and fast.
"Now that we're all sorted and settled," Professor Dumbledore began. Come on, come on, I'm hungry! I thought. "I'd like to make an announcement," I groaned in my head, saving myself the embarrassment of groaning out loud. "This castle will not only be your home this year," it was then that I noticed Flitch running down the aisle to the staff table. I have to admit, the way he runs is pretty funny. "But home to some very special guests as well," that would obviously explain the flying horses and the submerged ship that arrived not long after we had. Flitch continued running, clutching his heart. He was clearly out of breath. "You see, Hogwarts has been chosen-" Flitch cut him off. We all watched with curiosity as Flitch muttered something to Dumbledore. There were some giggles from the first years. I couldn't blame them; if I were a first year again I would be giggling at Flitch's running to. I smiled at their amusement.
Dumbledore and Flitch continued to mutter back and forth before Flitch took off towards the door, causing the first years to giggle some more and my smile to get wider.
"So," Dumbledore began again. "Hogwarts has been chosen to host a legendary event." This caught my curiosity. My dad was saying that this would be an exciting year. When I asked him why, he wouldn't say anything. I listened intently, waiting for what it would be. "The Triwizard Tournament," Dumbledore said. Oh, so that's what it was. What's the Triwizard Tournament? I thought. I didn't really follow things like this. Sounds of excitement rang through the great hall. "And for those of you who don't know, the Triwizard Tournament is an event that brings together three schools. One champion is chosen from each school to compete." Oh, well sounded…fun, I guess. "Now let me be clear, if chosen, you stand alone. And trust me when I say these contests are not for the faint hearted." Changed my mind, didn't sound fun at all. I was a huge coward, defiantly faint hearted. "But more of that later," Dumbledore said. "For now, join me in welcoming the lovey ladies from the Beauxbatons academy of magic and their headmistress, Madam Maxime," the doors opened and a whole crowd of girls all wearing the same plain blue uniform-and managing to pull it off-walked through. They were all beautiful and I noticed that practically all of the boys couldn't take their eyes off of them. Pigs, I thought.
These French girls seemed like the perfect little pixies with their beautiful, long hair, their flawless complexion, their perfect teeth, their perfect figures. I didn't even know them and I already didn't like them. It was good to know that not everyone was perfect in that place. A rather tall woman walked after the girls. I could only guess that it was their head mistress. She was very tall with short brown hair and fur around the cuffs of her dress, the neck line and the bottom. I could tell if it was faux or not. The picture perfect girls went to a table that Dumbledore had set up for them and the head mistress had taken a seat on the staff table.
"And now, our friends from the north," Dumbledore began, holding up his hands for silence. "Please greet the proud sons of Durmstrang and their headmaster, Igor Karkaroff." He said. The doors opened and a group of well groomed, muscled, rather handsome looking men walked in, in a single file line with staffs in their hands. They began banging their staffs on the ground simultaneously, creating sparks on the floor. They switched hands with a battle cry like sound and started banging them on the floor again. They stopped, held them in front of them and started banging them on the floor again. They put them down after some cool flippy stuff and started running down the aisle, doing crazy acrobatics at the end. Like any teenaged girl, I fell head over heels for these gorgeous foreign men and couldn't help but stare. Three more people walked through the doors. There were frantic whispers going all over the great hall. I was unaware of what they were whispering about till the fourth year beside me whispered about it to his neighbor.
"That's Victor Krum," he whispered, frantically. Who's Victor Krum? I thought. Again, I didn't say it out loud to save myself the embarrassment. This guy was obviously big news if there were so many people whispering about him. I was often out of the loop because I was very anti-social, as I have previously mentioned.
"I thought he was older," the other boy whispered back. "Like out of school already, older." He continued. I raised one eyebrow. Now I was really curious about this guy. Mostly everyone didn't notice the Durmstrang's big finally since all their eyes were glued on Victor. Dumbledore and Karkaroff shared a hug between friends before the men-notice how I referred to them as men and not boys like all the boys here?-took a seat at another table and Karkaroff took a seat beside Snape.
"And now, let the feast begin!" Dumbledore announced.
"Finally," I sighed as the food appeared on the table. I wasted no time filling my plate up with food and stuffing my face, not caring what the others around me thought. The great hall was soon filled conversation and what not. I ignored all the sound as I ate, my mind focused on the only the plate of food in front of me.
We were just finishing up our meal when two men carried in a big golden statue like thing. Of course, as usual, curiosity got the better of everyone as we all watched them carry it in, wondering what it was. It probably had to do with the Triwizard Tournament. That was the most likely.
"Your attention please," Dumbledore called, standing next to the tall gold object. Everything immediately quieted down. "I'd like to say a few words." He continued, laying his hand on the object. "Eternal glory, that's wait awaits the person who wins the Triwizard Tournament." Well, that was going to catch everyone's attention. Who wouldn't want eternal glory? Oh, oh me! I thought, in response to my own question. "But to do this, that person must survive three tasks." Did he just say survive? "Three extremely dangerous tasks," yup, he did just say survive. "For this reason the ministry thought it would seem fit to impose a new rule. To explain all this we have the head of the Department of International Magical Co-operation, Mr. Bartimus Crouch." There was a man with gray hair and a gray moustache and a pudgy face, wearing fancy robes was walking behind the staff table, making his way to the front. That was most likely Bartimus Crouch. Who else could it be? Our new Defense Against the Dark Arts Teacher? Actually, that seemed likely. I don't think he arrived yet. But, then again, this guy looked a little too fancy to be the Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher. But, he couldn't possibly be worse than Lockheart. He was most likely Crouch to tell us that new rule.
It was at that moment that lighting erupted from somewhere and there was a flash in the great hall. It didn't take long to realize that it was coming from the enchanted ceiling. Screams echoed through the great hall as the lighting continued to strike. I was one of them. I couldn't help it! It was a natural reaction. I was afraid of a lot of things. Lighting just so happened to be one of them, when I was near it at least, bad childhood experience.
There was suddenly a line of red-which was obviously a spell or something-going at the ceiling. The lightening immediately stopped. I looked in the direction of the spell. There was an un-groomed man wearing a long wet trench coat. His blonde hair was damp and he appeared to be walking with a limp as he made his way over to Dumbledore. But what had drawn me in most about this man was his blue eye in a socket type thing. It buzzed everywhere, taking in everyone. I don't want to know what happened to the eye that used to occupy that eye socket. It was probably kind of gruesome. He limped his way over to Dumbledore and they shook hands. Their mouths were moving but I couldn't hear what they were saying. I did see the man with the crazy eye gesture at the ceiling. He then made his way over to a corner. I couldn't seem to take my eyes off of him. He turned his back to everyone and, though I couldn't really tell, it seemed that he was drinking something. I shrugged it off. It was no use to try and find out what it was. I never would and it would seem a little obsessive to try and find out what it was and never quit. I looked away from him when he turned back around, turning my attention back to the front where Mr. Crouch now stood.
"After due consideration, the ministry has decided that for their own safety those under the age of seventeen should not be aloud to put forth their name for the Triwizard Tournament-" I couldn't catch the rest because shouts of protests were being shouted all around me. Oh my gosh, do all these people really have a death wish? I thought. I looked around at everyone at my table and my eyes met Cedric's. I looked down at the space in front of me. Gosh, he's annoying.
"SILENCE!" Dumbledore yelled. He looked disappointed at the behavior of these suicidal people, which didn't include me. Everyone quieted down. Once he had everyone's attention, he pointed his wand at the top of the golden object and it slowly melted away to reveal a rather large goblet. A blue flame ignited in it. My curiosity was rekindled again. There was just something about this goblet that captured my attention. Maybe it was the flame, or maybe it was the size of this goblet. "The Goblet of Fire," Dumbledore announced. Well, that's obvious, I thought. "Anyone who wishes to submit themselves to the Tournament, simply write their name on a piece of parchment and throw into the flame before this hour on Thursday night." My eyes drifted to Cedric against my will. He had a very serious look on his face as he looked at the goblet. He apparently had a death wish, or he was trying to show off. They were both rather likely. "Do not do so likely, once entered into the Tournament, there's backing out," well that sealed the deal. I wasn't entering the Tournament if I couldn't back out. I have a whole life a head of me! "As from this moment, the Triwizard Tournament has begun," Dumbledore finished. I stared at the goblet for a few more moments before looking down.
Something was strange. Part of me hoped that Cedric would put his name in and be chosen and get injured severely or something along those lines, but the bigger part of me hoped that he wouldn't get chosen or put his name in the goblet at all! Something wasn't right with me. I needed some sleep. I needed to get my mind straight, I was going crazy!
Well, there's chapter 2. I might rewrite it but that all depends. Anyways, R&R! Chapter 3 will be up when I get some more reviews. And no flames please.