𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕣𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕕 | ℙ𝕒𝕣𝕥 𝟚 𝕠𝕗 ' 𝕙𝕠𝕨 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕔𝕙𝕖 ' HIATUS

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Eurielle had shown Fleur around the school and happily allowed her to see the Ravenclaw Common Room which the girl was surprisingly impressed with, even considering it beautiful. Eurielle wasn't sure why she had warmed up so much to her, possibly because she knew there was nothing to be gained from their affiliation, and they seemed to be able to relate in ways others couldn't.

It was shallow, she supposed to even think about it, but they were both two beautiful girls who had only been treated with resentment for it. Then there were the people who would pretend to be nice to your face and turn around and call you a bitch, slut, snob, a whore- all because they were jealous.

Fleur wasn't like that, she was conceited but not so much she was a horrible person. Eurielle guessed that was also the reason why Fleur had warmed up to her so suddenly. They both had the same taste in clothing and often spoke of the latest fashion trend in the wizarding and muggle world.

The blonde had told her about some of her peers and who she liked and didn't, why and why not. Eurielle didn't think she would have ever been able to make a friend that was a girl, and she had.

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Later that evening Eurielle, along with the rest of the school made their way down to the Great Hall and sat down, eagerly awaiting for the announcements to be made. Eurielle sat opposite to Fleur who was bouncing her knee up and down impatiently.

Eurielle knew her new friend must have been nervous, hell she was and she hadn't even entered. But after a long hour that seemed to last forever the golden plates cleared to their usual spotless selves.

Dumbledore stood and the entire hall went silent.

"Well, the goblet is almost ready to make its decision," said Dumbledore. "I estimate that it requires one more minute. Now, when the champions' names are called, I would ask them please to come up to the top of the Hall, walk along the staff table, and go through into the next chamber" — he indicated the door behind the staff table — "where they will be receiving their first instructions." He took out his wand and gave a great sweeping wave with it; at once, all the candles except those inside the carved pumpkins were extinguished, plunging them into a state of semidarkness.

The Goblet of Fire now shone more brightly than anything in the whole Hall, the sparkling bright, bluey-whiteness of the flames almost painful on the eyes. Everyone watched, waiting. . . . A few people kept checking their watches. . . .

The flames inside the goblet turned suddenly red again. Sparks began to fly from it. Next moment, a tongue of flame shot into the air, a charred piece of parchment fluttered out of it — the whole room gasped. Dumbledore caught the piece of parchment and held it at arm's length, so that he could read it by the light of the flames, which had turned back to blue-white. "The champion for Durmstrang," he read, in a strong, clear voice, "will be Viktor Krum."

Eurielle clapped politely and watched as Krum made his way to the front of the Hall before disappearing behind the door.

"Bravo, Viktor!" boomed Karkaroff, so loudly that everyone could hear him, even over all the applause. "Knew you had it in you! The clapping and chatting died down. Now everyone's attention was focused again on the goblet, which, seconds later, turned red once more.

A second piece of parchment shot out of it, propelled by the flames. "The champion for Beauxbatons," said Dumbledore, "is Fleur Delacour!"

Eurielle clapped estactically and Fleur stood, placing a hand on the younger girl's shoulder and smiled down at her. The blonde sashayed her way up to the front as Viktor did before.

Some of the Beauxbatons girls began sobbing into their arms, much to Eurielle's annoyance. And the Goblet of Fire turned red once more; sparks showered out of it; the tongue of flame shot high into the air, and from its tip Dumbledore pulled the third piece of parchment. "The Hogwarts champion," he called, "is Cedric Diggory!"