𝘐'𝘮 𝘴𝘰 𝘴𝘪𝘤𝘬 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘺𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧, 𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘦, 𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘦
𝘈𝘯𝘺𝘰𝘯𝘦, 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘦𝘭𝘴𝘦, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘫𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘺, 𝘫𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘺
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IN WHICH, a girl hiding her insecurities with a mask becomes a witch...
THE POTENTIAL FRIENDSHIP THAT HAD SPARKED BETWEEN THE TWO REMAINED ONLY BETWEEN THEM.
but now you all sat at their house tables, waiting for the names of the triwizard tournament names to be drawn.
"sit down, please" dumbledore's voice sounded.
you were sat at the slytherin table, face in your hand as you boredly watched the front.
"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. your eyes follow the sheet, mildly interested to find out who it'll be.
he unfolds it, reading it aloud.
"the durmstrang champion is.. viktor krum!"
you huff slightly,
shocker
krum steps up, shaking dumbledore's hand and walking over by the other teachers.
the flame turned the pinkish-red again, spitting out another piece of paper.
"the champion for beauxbatons.. is fleur delacour"
your eyebrow raised,
is it seriously just picking the most known person from each school?
she steps up with a smile, shaking dumbledore's hand and joining krum.
and the final piece of paper shoots out, "the hogwarts champion, cedric diggory!"
you blink, half having expected someone from gryffindor. made sense, though. diggory was well known.
"excellent! we now have our three champions! but in the end, only one will go down in history. only one will hoist this chalice of champions.." mr. crouch places something on the table, it was covered in a sheet.
"this vessel of victory.. the triwizard cup!"
the sheet comes of the thing, revealing a blue chalice with silver handles in the shape of dragons. you couldn't deny it was beautiful.
but all attention turns to the goblet as the fire starts to spin again, turning the same pinkish-red and shooting out another piece of paper.
you frown, sitting up straighter.
a fourth competitor?
dumbledore catches the paper, muttering something before looking around, "harry potter?"
your eyes widen in shock, turning to harry at the gryffindor table. he looked just as baffled.
"harry potter!" dumbledore shouts.
hermione pushes him ahead.
dumbledore hands him the paper, everyone watches silently for a moment before they all start to mutter.
"he's a cheat!"
"he's not even 17 yet!"
you watch with a frown as harry is escorted from the room, squinting in suspicion.
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