Second Task
The grounds of Durmstrang were bitter and freezing cold in the winter. They had limited sunlight and even then it was barely warm. Many students had their head to toe covered, shivering lightly. They were not used to this. Margot Letzel sneered at their vulnerability to the cold of their winter. Margot liked the cold, it made her feel a little less cold also. She could already tell that the Second Task will be easy, as she could do almost anything she got told to do.
But what if I have to give them? She asked herself. She was useless at ordering people around. But, her friends seemed to think that she bossed them about far too much, when she cared about them so. She laughed to herself. That's absurd. I don't need them. I'm perfectly happy alone. As independent she thinks she might be, in reality she wouldn't last a day without company. The Second Task could potentially prove that. Now, she must enter the Arena and do what the Task tells her to do.
The iron gates opened, and she came in to roaring crowds.
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"Margot Letzel, of Durmstrang Institute, you have ten minutes to use power and creativity to convince us all that you, Margot Letzel, are worthy," said Headmaster Soren, a little bitterly.
"What," she muttered. The gates closed behind her. Cheering ran through the crowds, where Lord Voldemort was watching with anticipation, wondering what she might do. She herself had no idea what to do for this Task. For she lacked the necessities of imagination. A few minutes had passed, and she still had no clue of what to do.
The clue left no instruction. How am I supposed to do this on no instruction?
People were becoming silent now, wondering why she wasn't doing anything. Only three minutes to go.
How did time go by so fast when I'm not doing anything?
Then, she self-consciously took out her wand from her sleeve. People's attentions grew towards her.
With her wand facing downwards towards the ground, she twiddled it counter-clockwise quickly. People were wondering what she was doing. A smile curled beneath her long, curled, dark-brown hair. Someone screamed in the crowd. Everyone averted their attention to the source of the scream and when they looked back, she was gone, as though she vanished in mid-air.
Voldemort smiled widely.
x
Maurice Bouvard
He heard the cheers of the success of Margot, though he could not forget the empty silence before that. He was frightened to what would happen should he fail. He knew the consequences of if he failed. His palms were sweating. He was nervous to the fact that he could hear confused expressions coming from the Arena that mocked him so.
What if this was a huge misunderstanding? What if I could never make it?
He shook his head, furious that he's letting his anxiety get to the best of him. He took a deep breath. He mustn't pace any more than he already has done. He looked at his enchanted watch he received for his sixteenth birthday. He should've gone in three minutes ago.
He gazed longingly at the girl opposite him. She had sharp, hazel eyes and blonde hair that flowed down her left shoulder in a regular plait. He seemed awe-strucked by her appearance.
But I can't. I have to beat her. She's my enemy.
Yet the thought of her made him blush, and a warm feeling rushed to his heart. He quickly directed his gaze from her away, before she could notice. He could never get a girl like her. He isn't worthy enough for her. Her isn't worthy enough for the world.
The gates opened.
He got up and walked into the arena, his heart pounding hard. He took one last look at the girl.
The gates closed.
People were screaming - shouting at him, yet it all became a blur.
He raised his wand and all became silent, as though he was about to announce something very important indeed. Unlike him.
He pointed his wand at his neck and the last word to escape his lips was,
"Diffindo."
His neck slit apart and his blood spurted out.
x
Camille Avery
A loud scream came from the arena. It was a shrilling and ear-splitting screech. Camille was curious to find out what was happening. She scarced a peak through the bars of the iron gate. She saw a head and a lot of blood covering the arena floor. She placed her hands over her mouth to stop a scream from escaping her lips. She noticed that the Dark Lord looked anxious, and she could see his followers, including her father, rush to cover the scene immediately. Then, it went dark as though she turned blind.
She pulled away from the bars, shocked and a little worried.
Did they do this to him because he failed, or did he knowingly do this himself? But why would he do this to himself. Committing suicide was sin, everyone knew that,. Maybe he wasn't religious.
She wiped the thought from her mind quickly as the iron gates opened.
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Helena Prince
The sight that she just saw made her feel sick and disturbed that the boy from Beauxbatons just single handily volunteered to kill himself on the spot because he knew that he couldn't compete, or that people talked about his back. He must've felt so pressurised that he was drawn to the idea of killing himself. It must've been so difficult to deal with.
Helena thought that she was going to be sick at the sight of his ripped off neck and the rivers of blood flowing steadily out of his neck./ His eyes were very much wide open, given them a kind of fish-like effect.
Nevertheless, they brought out Camille Avery, the Hogwarts Champion.
She had a faded look of shock upon her face and Helena wasn't surprised. If that was her coming out after seeing the previous Champion die, she would be horrified and scared for her life.
Yet Camille still did something extraordinary, but not as extraordinary as Margot Letzel's performance. First off, she did a salute to Maurice Bouvard of Beauxbatons. Then, she pulled her wand out of her pocket. With her wand, she fired a white spell in the air, which changed to black, covering the stadium completely.
"Voldemort," Camille muttered, triggering the taboo on his name. She disappeared a second after and Death Eaters were flying into the arena, blinded by the blackness.
After about ten minutes or so, the blackness cleared. Everyone was rather confused by it, but Voldemort was furious.
It wasn't everyday a teenager defied the Dark Lord.