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——THE GOBLET OF FIRE
"EFFIE, HONEY, I LOVE YOU, BUT JUST WHERE ARE YOU GOING?" Pansy says, annoyed as she struggled to get a good look at Krum.
Effie winked at her bestfriend, leaving her beside Draco. "You'll love me even more." With a parting pat on Pansy's shoulder, Effie turned and headed for the Durmstramg students, channeling her inner, posh Eleazar Stark.
Krum and his fellow Durmstrang students were still gathered around the doors of the Great Hall, apparently unsure about where they should sit. The students from Beaux-batons had chosen seats at the Ravenclaw table. They were looking around the Great Hall with glum expressions on their faces. Three of them were still clutching scarves and shawls around their heads.
"Hello, Viktor," Effie greets cooly, but not unkindly. She succeeds in radiating that welcoming aura that she'd seen her dad do when greeting guests as almost immediately, the Durmstrang students looked a bit at ease with her presence.
Krum's expression brightened, "Li-lly-an," He says back, before quickly communicating to his fellow students that (Effie's Bulgarian was a bit rough but. . . ) she was the British Minister of Magic's niece.
"Will you sit with us?" She appeased to them with a kind expression, gesturing to the Slytherin table where Draco looked like his face was about to fall off.
"Very vell," Krum smiles back, and followed her to the table of green and silver.
"How in the world do you know Krum and never told me?" Pansy hissed at her as Draco dramatically pushed some of his schoolmates for Krum to sit beside him.
Effie snorted, "Funny story actually. He owes me a few favors after nearly knocking my head in trying to find the Snitch when dad brought me to meet some Bulgarian delegates."
"That reminds me—" Draco leaned over a few students ahead, "—Stark, I owe you as many favors now!"
"You are such a Slytherin," Pansy shakes her head with wide, awestruck eyes, since Draco didn't know what he just got himself into. "I repeat—if all else fails, we should just marry each other."
The Durmstrang students were pulling off their heavy furs and looking up at the starry black ceiling with expressions of interest; a couple of them were picking up the golden plates and goblets and examining them, apparently impressed.
