𝐄𝐔𝐃𝐀𝐈𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐈𝐀 | Happiness, but better translated as "human flourishing"; to flourish by realizing one's ideal end or goal, by achieving the purpose of human life with excellence or virtue.
In Ancient Greek theater, a Greek tragedy is a play w...
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▬▬▬▬▬ CHAPTER SEVEN ▬▬▬▬▬
The fanatic Draco x Essie shipper has not spoken to me since they sent me that weird-ass message yesterday. I feel like they probably saw the last chapter and decided to keep their mouth shut 😂
EVERYONE WOKE UP EARLY THE next morning, which was a miracle since today was a Saturday and everyone always slept in late. What made this particular Saturday so special was that this would be the day where students could put their name in the goblet, so naturally, everyone wanted to be early to watch.
Before Esmerelda could even finish her egg and cheese sandwich, all of the Durmstrang boys had already put their names in. So far, nobody from Hogwarts, save for Angelina from Gryffindor, had put their name in. She looked around for Cedric, but he wasn't around.
He's probably still sleeping, she thought.
She was just about to return to her meal when a certain red-headed twin sauntered up to the Age Line. It was Fred Weasley and he looked pretty confident even though he wasn't seventeen yet. According to the Gryffindors though, he and his brother had taken an Aging Potion.
She set her sandwich down and watched.
Fred walked right up to the edge of the line and stood there, rocking on his toes like a diver preparing for a fifty-foot drop. Then, with the eyes of every person in the entrance hall upon him, he took a great breath and stepped over the line.
A second passed and nothing happened. George let out a yell of triumph and leapt in after Fred, but suddenly there was a loud sizzling sound, and both twins were hurled out of the golden circle as though they had been thrown by an invisible shot-putter. They landed painfully, ten feet away on the cold stone floor, and to add insult to injury, there was a loud popping noise, and both of them sprouted identical long white beards.
The entrance hall rang with laughter. Even Fred and George joined in once they had gotten to their feet and taken a good look at each other's beards.
"I did warn you," said a deep, amused voice, and everyone turned to see Professor Dumbledore coming out of the Great Hall.
He surveyed Fred and George, his eyes twinkling. "I suggest you both go up to Madam Pomfrey. She is already tending to Miss Fawcett, of Ravenclaw, and Mr. Summers, of Hufflepuff, both of whom decided to age themselves up a little too. Though I must say, neither of their beards is anything like as fine as yours."
Fred and George set off for the hospital wing, accompanied by Lee, who was howling with laughter. As they left, the students from Beauxbatons were coming through the front doors from the grounds. Those gathered around the Goblet of Fire stood back to let them pass, watching eagerly.
Madame Maxime entered the hall behind her students and organized them into a line. One by one, a good majority of the Beauxbatons students stepped across the Age Line and dropped their slips of parchment into the blue-white flames. As each name entered the fire, it turned briefly red and emitted sparks.
