Malak Aboul Gheit is no stranger to suffering. To death. But she is neither a stranger to love.
The path of this young Egyptian witch as she joins Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardy in 3rd year seemed uncertain, but she will soon be trapped i...
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The next couple of months passed extremely quickly. Between classes, homework, development of prototypes and making time to talk to Charlie and her father, Malak Aboul Gheit found herself busier than ever before on that sixth year at Hogwarts. And it was only bound to get more hectic the second the tournament started.
She could feel it in the air — there was a sense of anticipation amongst students and teachers alike, which sometimes translated to exceptional severeness, low tolerance for mistakes or simple anxiety. The Egyptian witch was extremely thankful for the incipient project Weasley Wizard Wheezes, which provided the best distraction to keep Malak and her best friends busy and grounded amidst the tense atmosphere that was settling at Hogwarts.
Just a week before Malak's birthday, one random afternoon the witch was on her way back from Herbology to the Common Room with George, but they found themselves incapable to reach their destination, as the entrance hall was completely pack with students of all houses and ages. George easily towered over the masses but Malak was definitely struggling to get through.
"What the heck is going on!?" scoffed she.
"There is a sign," explained George. "Apparently the delegations from Beauxbatons and Durmstrang are arriving on the 30th at 6 and there will be a welcoming feast."
Malak nodded.
"Just in time for your birthday" George nudged her, grabbing her arm to help her navigate around the crowd.
From that day on, tension escalated rather quickly. It was the perfect environment for pranks, for the irascibility of the victims usually triggered the funniest reactions. Peeves and the twins thrived — perhaps with the help of a certain Egyptian, who more often than not would 'forget' for far too long the schedules of the prefect rounds laying around the Gryffindor Common Room.
When the day was finally upon them, the castle was cleaner than ever, and the Great Hall looked splendid, decorated with enormous silk banners representing the Four Hogwarts Houses, and the largest banner of all bore the Hogwarts coat of arms.
There was a pleasant feeling of anticipation in the air. Nobody was very attentive in lessons, being much more interested in the arrival that evening of the people from Beauxbatons and Durmstrang. Come 6 o'clock, as instructed, Hogwarts students were lined up in front of the castle to receive their guests.
Students were speaking in hushed voices, speculating how the foreign delegations were going to arrive.
"I just hope Madame Maxime brings her horses" said Malak when Lee asked.
"Horses?" George laughed. "A bit of a long road from France to here on horseback."
Malak arched an eyebrow and was about to reply, when Dumbledore's voice resonated from the back row. "Aha! Unless I am very much mistaken, the delegation from Beauxbatons approaches!"
