"What's all the ruckus about then, eh?" Fred leaned over and whispered to y/n as they took their usual seats at the Great Hall, which had been refurbished to hold three times as many tables and chairs.
"Don't you remember? The students from the other schools are supposed to be here for dinner!" Y/N whispered back
Suddenly, Hermione sat down, slamming a pile of historical books down next to her.
"Y/N, did you know that no where, not once in Hogwarts a History, do they mention how the school was built and runs on slave labor?!" She screeched, pinning another S.P.E.W badge onto y/n's sweater, since she had placed the other one on her book bag.
"Because you're my sister you can have the buttons for free, but you have to help me make the next batch okay?" She huffed
"Hermione, have you ever been down to the kitchens?" George asked, leaning towards her
"No of course not" Hermione replied, "I hardly think students are allowed--"
"Well we have" George interrupted gesturing to Fred and Y/N, "loads of times. To nick food and all. We've met them, and they seem happy enough. They think they've got the best job in the world--"
"Because they're uneducated and brainwashed!" Hermione yelled, standing up and turning to y/n, "you agree with me right, y/n?"
"Er- yes" Fred and George raised their eyebrows, "to an extent... I mean they should probably have real clothes to wear and holidays"
"Hmmph!" Hermione said victoriously, "There! If you won't listen to me, listen to y/n won't you!"
Y/N opened her mouth but stopped, as McGonagall was motioning everyone to stand up.
"Weasley! Tuck in your shirt!" She pursed her lips, "Pavarti! Button your shirt to the top please!"
Dumbledore walked to the head of the podium and silence fell over the Great Hall.
"The time!" He shouted, "Has finally come! For us to introduce our lovely neighbors at the infamous wizarding schools of Beauxbatons and Durmstrang!"
The wide door opened, and a woman who seemed at least 12 feet tall and dressed from head to toe in satin and mink fur sashayed into the Great Hall.
"Dumbly-dorr!" She purred, extending a hand which he graciously took, "I 'ope to find u'u well? A'llow me to introdu' my pu-pils..."
Behind her arrived dozens of students, all dressed in blue silk and satin. They swayed and sighed, walking in a hypnotizing float as they took their seats between the Ravenclaw and Slytherin tables. Y/N noticed that although there was a wide array of boys and girls from the school, she didn't see anyone who looked younger than 14 as they walked in.
Just as they had taken their seats, the door to the Great Hall swung open again, revealing a stern looking man dressed in red wool and fur.
"Dumbledore!" The man bellowed, "it's been too long, my friend!"
Behind him stood a wide area of stocky and tough looking students, all holding staffs and wearing similar red uniforms. Their boots and staffs clanked against the tile as they walked.
"Merlin, Harry it's Krum!" Ron said shocked, "It's Victor Krum!"
"No way!" Fred nudged George and they all gawked as they saw the infamous Quidditch player take his seat between Gryffindor and Hufflepuff.
Taking their seats at the frontmost table, the three headmasters raised their cups in cheers as the plates in front of everyone magically filled with food. The look of amazement and giddiness on the faces of the Beauxbatons and Durmstrang students broke the awkward silence as everyone started digging in. A few minutes into dinner, the ghosts were up and trying to convince the students to sit at each other's tables. Nearly Headless Nick pointed a few Beauxbatons at the Gryffindor table, making Ron puff up his chest and blush pink.
"Eh--Excusé moi, a'h you... going to fin'ish your bouillabaisse?" She asked, with her hands sheepishly behind her back. Her hair was a silvery-white sheet that went all the way down to her hips. Huge blue eyes blinked at Ron from across the table.
"Er, yeah f'sure!" Ron mumbled, handing her the dish
The girl picked up the dish carefully and walked back to the Ravenclaw table she was sitting at. Ron smiled ear to ear, goggling the girl as she sat down.
"She's a veela!" Ron whispered
"Oh, please" Hermione groaned, "nobody else is gaping at her like an idiot"
And yet, it did seem as if she was a Veela, or perhaps Veela-like, as she laughed a dozen or so boys turned to stare at her and her skin seemed to glow the silver pale color of the Veela from the game...
"I'm telling you, that's not a normal girl!" Ron said, shoveling food onto his plate, "they don't make them like that at Hogwarts!"
"They make them okay at Hogwarts" Fred said absentmindedly glancing at y/n messily eating a large slice of pie, "er- I mean -- ought to show some school pride, right?" He sputtered
"Nice save" George mouthed from across the table
"D'ya fink th'let them ea'the food too?" Y/N said, her mouth still full
"Who?"
"The house elves" y/n said swallowing, "Do you think they get to eat the feasts? Do they get their own little feast downstairs? Do they eat alone? Do they even eat? I've never seen a house elf eat before! Hey Hermione, have you ever seen a house elf eating?"
This of course, sent Hermione and y/n into a whole philosophical and scientific discussion on the logistics of the elven diet, but all George noticed was the dopey look on Fred's face as he watched y/n talking.
"Psst! What's wrong with you?" George whispered, snapping Fred out of his daze
"Nothing! I just like listening to y/n talk! Is that a crime?"
"No, just you were making the same face Dad makes when Mum is on a rant"
"Was not! Shove off, George"
"Was too! I'll have to get a picture next time. In fact--"
"What are you guys talking about?" Y/N interjected, turning back towards their end of the table
"Nothing!" They both shouted
"Okay, don't tell me" y/n joked as the twins stared at her, "geez, tough crowd"
Dumbledore cleared his throat loudly and stood up again.
"The time has come! The Triwizard Tournament is about to start! I would just like to say a few words before the...."
As Dumbledore droned on, y/n and the everyone else were too busy watching Mr. Filch struggle to bring a golden box into the Great Hall.
"...Mr. Ludo Bagman and Mr. Barty Crouch!" Dumbledore paused for the light applause as Filch wheeled the box up to the podium and Dumbledore magicked it onto the stage. "As you all may know, they will be joining myself, along with Professor Karkaroff and Madame Maxime on the panel that will judge the champion's efforts."
The auditorium as so silent it was as if everyone was holding their breath and Dumbledore began to unveil the contents of the golden box.
"These champions are to be chosen by a completely impartial force, compete in three tasks chosen by our Ministry companions, and those tasks will be scored by each judge. The student with the highest total score at the end of the tournament will win the Triwizard Cup. But before any of that, all students of age may offer themselves to our impartial selector: the Goblet of Fire!"
The golden box melted away to reveal the immense goblet, filled to the brim with rolling blue flames.
"Wicked" the twins whispered in unison
The crowd gasped at the sight of it as Dumbledore continued.
"Anyone of age may submit themselves for selection by writing their name and school clearly on a slip of paper and dropping it into the goblet. The three champions will be chosen at tomorrow's feast."
Fred and George both turned to y/n smiling.
Oh god, what have I gotten myself into?
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Homesick (Fred Weasley x Reader)
Teen FictionEver since y/n joined the most notorious duo at Hogwarts as a first year she hasn't been able to avoid trouble, but recently her feelings towards her favorite twin have been changing... but does he feel the same way? Is she willing to risk their fri...
