Us ; George Weasley

Fifteen

That night, the feast seemed so much longer than the one yesterday. Maybe because we had two different feasts two days in a row and maybe not got a bit much, but I was sitting with Marco and his twin brother Timothy and the two were having conversation about guys.

Timothy isn't gay, he doesn't even like guys, he just likes to kiss them and do sexual favours for fun. That's what he's saying and while Marco doesn't believe him, I do. I mean, it really is none of my business if Timothy likes guys or if he has sex with them for the fun of it.

Most of the Beauxbatons students seemed really stuck-up. All day they had been acting like they were too good to be there, too good to communicate with the Hogwarts and Durmstrang students. I mean, that's their problem.

When the feast was finally over and most people were full, the plates emptied and were suddenly spotless, while Dumbledore stood up to speak. I was excited for this. Now was the time when the three champions would be announced and I was cheering for both Cedric and my older brother. Either of them would be great, and Cedric has already said that if he wins, he'll buy Marco and I some gifts for the money. I told him he didn't have to but Marco elbowed me and told me to shut up because apparently you never say no to presents.

So yeah, if Cedric wins, we'll get gifts from him. I think that's what Marco is the most excited about now. He wants a present so he want to see Ced win. I had to remind him that first Cedric would have to be picked as the Hogwarts champion and that, we were about to find out if he were.

"Well, the Goblet is almost ready to make its decision." Dumbledore spoke. "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 motioned towards the door on one side of the wall behind the staff table.

"Where they will be receiving their first instructions."

He took out his wand and flicked it which extinguished all the candles in the room. We were not sat in darkness, the only light coming from the blue fire in the Goblet.

Everyone watched it closely, waiting for some parchment to shoot out. Everyone were so excited for the Tournament to officially start, and once the champions had been chosen, it all started.

Suddenly the flames turned read and a slip of parchment flew from the Goblet and Dumbledore caught it while some students gasped in excitement.

"The champion for Durmstrang—" He said, his voice loud and clear. "... Viktor Krum."

Of course.

The room was filled with applause and extra cheering from the Slytherin table where Krum and the rest of the Durmstrang students sat.

Krum stood up and walked up towards Dumbledore with a self-satisfied grin on his face. He turned at the staff table and walked down along it before entering the chamber.

"Bravo, Viktor!" Karkaroff cheered so loudly that everyone could hear him. "Knew you had it in you!"

The clapping and cheering died down and our attention turned back to the Goblet as it once again turned red.

A second piece of parchment shot from the Goblet and landed in Dumbledore's hand.

"The champion for Beauxbatons—" Dumbledore said, reading the parchment. "... is Fleur Delacour!"

A girl who sat at the other end of the Ravenclaw table, stood up with a graceful smile as she made her way down the floor, people cheering and clapping for her.