Aymee Parker - The Secret Tournament

Chapter 32 : The Fourth Task

NDA: I'm curious, according to you dear readers, who will win in the first years? Which house will win the Secret Tournament? In any case thank you for reading Aymee! Good reading!
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On May 21, Aymee noticed that the students were quite pissed off. There was a small crowd around the study area of ​​the common room.

"What's happening?" Aymee asked Rosalie.

"Grant passed the Hufflepuff trial! Apparently, yesterday was the deadline."

"Oh. Yeah."

Aymee vividly remembered the beautiful Friendship Day banner that some sixth-years had pulled out of the boxes. It seemed the Ravenclaws had banners for every possible holiday that was on the calendar. Aymee had no idea who made them or who made sure they were brought out at the right time, but she admired their dedication to the task. Probably the prefects.

"Hey!" Grant exclaimed as he stepped out of the small crowd. "Aymee! We're going to the final!"

"Yes!" she said, exchanging a high-five with him. "What about Megan?"

Grant lost his smile. Aymee didn't need to hear his answer. She hadn't had too much hopes for her anymore. Megan had been avoiding everyone like the plague for a week and she didn't seem to care at all about the tournament. In addition, she had embarked on some kind of squabble against the school dress code, insisting on dyeing the tips of her hair a particularly flashy fuchsia pink. The teachers took points away from Ravenclaw for her behavior, which fueled the hostility between Megan and the others. To top it all off, a certain potions master took the opportunity to take off as many points as possible, which had allowed Slytherin to regain the lead in the House Cup, much to the chagrin of the Hufflepuff and Gryffindor students.

Aymee shook herself to focus on what Grant was telling her.

"So, how long did it take you before she cracked?"

"What are you talking about?"

"Gaëlle," Grant explained. "I had to beg her on my knees for a good three hours. And it could had kept going! It was the knight who took pity on me, not the kid!"

"Pfft!" Aymee clapped her hand over her mouth.

"Hey!" he blushed. "Because you did better perhaps?"

"I won the game," Aymee shrugged and couldn't help but smile proudly at his devastated expression.

Curious to know which other first years were going for the final, Aymee made her way to the table. She got a few 'well done' or 'good job' along the way. She managed to find herself a front row seat and read the parchment:

Hear hear, dear students! Here is the list of our friends who will have access to the fourth and final task:

Arvel Casey
Nora Garrison
Effie Lynch
Grant Page
Aymee Parker
Vincent Poole
Brian Walsh

Congratulations to you! The indications concerning the last event will be shared with you during the week.

Aymee smiled when she read Brian Walsh's name, but she really laughed when she read Vincent Poole's. That guy, so grumpy that the others sometimes nicknamed him Frowned Face (a wonderful nickname found by Hepzibah Smith one fine day in April), had passed the test. Aymee imagined him forcing himself to play with Gaëlle for hours. It was hilarious. Now that she had passed the task, Aymee wasn't surprised that Effie Lynch had passed it first: that girl was the sweetest.

"Did you see?" Grant said, joining her. "Frowned Face has passed."

The mention of said nickname out loud made her laugh even more. Aymee had a hard time catching her breath, she was laughing so hard.