𝖶𝖨𝖢𝖪𝖤𝖣 𝖧𝖠𝖳𝖤 | 𝖥𝖱𝖤𝖣 𝖶𝖤𝖠𝖲𝖫𝖤𝖸

9

BEAUXBATONS' GIRL

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The day continued as all of us had other classes. I was still upset about the whole Moody situation but there wasn't anything I could do about it.

I walked to the Hall to have the lunch break and I found Liv chatting with some girls from Hufflepuff, even though the Ravenclaws were annoying as fuck with her, her own house always treated her with full respect and love. I tried not to catch her attention since I didn't want to interrupt but her eyes found mine and she made a little sign with her hand, inviting me to join her.

I mouthed 'No, it's okay' because I knew that even though Hufflepuffs were the nicest people out there, I didn't want to bother their conversation. Instead, I grabbed some coffee and cookies and went straight to the Slytherin table where Draco was complaining about something while his mates were trying to hold their laughs.

"Hey!" I said, sitting next to Draco with Pansy and Blaise in front of me. "What are you complaining about now, mate?" I asked the blonde.

"Ferret boy is mad at Professor Moody" Pansy intervened before Draco could speak. His eyebrows were furrowed and his light blonde hair was a bit messed.

"Who?"

"Draco. He was messing with Potter, as usual, and Professor Moody stopped him by turning him into a ferret and literally made him fly with his wand" Blaise explained.

I held my laugh as well.

"Did he?"

"Yeah," Draco mumbled, taking angrily his apple juice box and sipping fast. "My father will definitely hear about this."

"Don't do it, Draco. Moody hates us Slytherins enough for you to bring daddy Malfoy here. I just had a class with him and it was a fucking nightmare!"

"Let me guess. He talked about your mum?" Draco asked me, as Blaise and Pansy paid more attention. I knew they were conscient about who Circe was, but Draco was far more involved because of his father and our friendship.

"Yes," I replied taking my coffee. "But he mentioned also other things that I find quite triggering, and he made us cast the unforgivable curses."

Draco whistled showing he was in shock and Pansy and Blaise had their eyes and mouths opened.

"Isn't that illegal?" Pansy asked.

"Yes, but go tell Dumbledore," I said ironically knowing damn well that old man wouldn't care.

"Well, the Gryffindors from my course are fucking happy about our first class with him. I've seen Potter asking the Weasley twins how their first class went and both said it was awesome. Those bloody carrots..."

My eyes went straight to the Gryffindor table where the mentioned Weasleys were chatting with the golden trio.

"Yeah, I bet they enjoyed it."

"By the way, tomorrow starts the seek for the participants of the Tournament. Finally, Potter won't be the damn protagonist!" Draco spat, full of arrogance.

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The next day we were all relaxing at the hall again, with the Goblet of Fire in the centre of the room surrounded by a line of Merlin knows what kind of dust Dumbledore cast there, watching the potential competitors. I was on one of the stairs with the Charms book over my lap, completing my homework. In less than two hours, the whole Drumstrang school had put their names on the Goblet and all of them walked winking their eyes to every girl they saw. The only one who seemed not to care about all the feminine and masculine attention he was getting, was the well-known Krum.