Selena Black

Chapter 16: The weighing of the wands.

Chapter 16: The weighing of the wands.

Chelbell2016:

Selena's POV:

When I woke up in the morning, it took me a moment to remember why I felt so miserable and worried. Then the memory of the previous night rolled over mme.I sat and ripped back the curtains of my own four-poster wanting to get up and start the day.

I dressed and went out of the quarters intending to have breakfast in the great hall. Harry will have to face everyone so I shall as well. First I head up to the common room.

The moment I appeared, the people who had already nished breakfast broke into applause again. The prospect of going down into the Great Hall and facing the rest of the Gryffindors, all treating me like some sort of hero, was not inviting; it was that, however, or stay here and allow myself to be cornered by the Creevey brothers, who were both beckoning frantically to me to join them. I walked resolutely over to the portrait hole, pushed it open, climbed out of it, and found myself face-to-face with Hermione and harry.

"Hello," she said, holding up a stack of toast, which she was carrying in a napkin. "I brought you this. . . . Want to go for a walk?"

"Good idea," I said gratefully.

We went downstairs, crossed the entrance hall quickly without looking in at the Great Hall, and were soon striding across the lawn toward the lake, where the Durmstrang ship was moored, reflected blackly in the water. It was a chilly morning, and they kept moving, munching their toast, as Harry and I told Hermione exactly what had happened after we had left the Gryffindor table the night before. To my immense relief, Hermione accepted his story without question. Harry had sent me a letter last night telling me Ron thought we were attention seeking.

"Well, of course I knew you hadn't entered yourself," she said when he'd finished telling her about the scene in the chamber off the Hall. "The look on your twos faces when Dumbledore read out your names! But the question is, who did put it in? Because Moody's right, Harry, Selena.. I don't think any student could have done it. . . they'd never be able to fool the Goblet, or get over Dumbledore's -"

"Have you seen Ron?" Harry interrupted.

Hermione hesitated.

"Erm. . . yes. . . he was at breakfast," she said.

"Does he still think we entered ourselves?"

"Well. . . no, I don't think so . . . not really," said Hermione awkwardly.

"What's that supposed to mean, 'not really'?"

"Oh Harry, isn't it obvious?" Hermione said despairingly. "He's jealous!"

"Jealous?" Harry said incredulously. "Jealous of what? He wants to make a prat of himself in front of the whole school, does he?"

"Look," said Hermione patiently, "it's always you two who gets all the attention, you know it is. I know it's not your fault," she added quickly, seeing Harry open his mouth furiously. "I know you don't ask for it.. . but - well - you know, Ron's got all those brothers to compete against at home, and you're his best friends, and you're really famous - he's always shunted to one side whenever people see you, two and he puts up with it, and he never mentions it, but I suppose this is just one time too many. . ."

"Great," said Harry bitterly. "Really great. Tell him from me I'll swap any time he wants. Tell him from me he's welcome to it.... People gawping at my forehead everywhere I go. . ."

"I'm not teiling him anything," Hermione said shortly. "Tell him yourself. It's the only way to sort this out."

"I'm not running around after him trying to make him grow up!" Harry said, so loudly that several owls in a nearby tree took flight in alarm. "Maybe he'll believe I'm not enjoying myself once I've got my neck broken or -"