Harry Potter, Ronald Weasley, and Hermione sat at the Gryffindor table, awaiting the goblet's final decision.
Fred, Lee, and George wanted their friend Angelina Johnson to be picked. Hermione didn't really care. She just wanted to get through the day.
Durmstrang was first. With "Victor Krum!" shooting out of the goblet into Dumbledore's hand, the hall erupted into applause.
"No surprises there!" Ron yelled. Hermione rolled her eyes.
Beauxbatons was next. "Fleur Delacour!" was called. The other students did not seem too upset. When Hermione looked over at the Ravenclaw table, she saw Alexandria chatting with a few older French students. A boy with glasses and darker skin and two nearly identical girls with dirty blonde hair and tanned skin.
None of them seemed actually interested in the ceremony. Hermione noted that most of the Slytherins didn't seem overly excited about the Tournament itself.
Hogwarts' champion was "Cedric Diggory!" to which Ron complained loudly. As if he even had a chance, Hermione scoffed to herself. She found herself growing more annoyed with the red head's childish ways day by day.
Hermione was preparing herself to zone out for the rest of the ceremony, but another name was called.
"Harry Potter."
Harry didn't want to get up. He didn't want the attention. He was joking when he'd said he wanted to enter the competition. He looked at Ron for help, who was livid, if his tomato red face was any sign. Hermione seemed to have not noticed what was going on.
Dumbledore called him again. "I didn't put my name in!" He almost pleaded. Hermione seemed to hear him this time.
"Go on," Hermione whispered, pushing him slightly.
Harry stumbled up to the professor's table. He didn't meet any of their eyes. He just kept trodding along until he reached the room with the three other students.
Sorry it's so short. There's a longer one coming!
Again, I don't own any recognisable material! It's mostly J. K. Rowling's!