you take a seat next to hermione on the table, resting your elbows in-between your legs and laying your chin in your hands.
some time had passed, classes going smoothly but wandering and lunches having included the durmstrang and beauxbatons schools. much to your usual, you had already befriended, or gained the liking of the majority of students from both beauxbatons and durmstrang.
you couldn't go anywhere without being talked to. it was nice, but you had to admit a little overwhelming.
but now the triwizard participants were about to be announced.
you were on the edge of you seat, nervous for all your friends who had put their names in, which happened to be all of them from durmstrang and beauxbatons and a few, like cedric, from hogwarts.
you were pretty glad there was an age limit on the game, you didn't really know what you'd do if one of your closest friends were called up!
"now the moment you've all been waiting for. the champion selection"
dumbledore brings his arm around, dimming all the flames and walking up to the goblet, placing his hands on it.
he steps back as the flame turns a pinkish-red, it spits out a piece of paper and dumbledore catches it in his fingers.
you hold your breath, clenching your fists anxiously.
