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Triwizard Champion

        The rest of the week was horribly dull. The sun had decided to shield itself from the world behind foggy grey clouds and unnerving, unending rain. For whatever reason, Harry and Ron's sudden fascination with the Goblet of Fire exploded, and Y/N and Hermione had no other choice but to accompany the two boys every day to the hall in which it was held. Often, the girls would be found reading off on a bench in the corner, their respective books being shed with the dim blue glow of the fire.

Y/N especially disliked the rain. It made everything at Hogwarts gloomy and cold, and the girl hated getting cold. The standard Hogwarts uniform did little to ease the shivers that ran violently through the girl every few minutes, and her teeth were chattering so loudly, Snape had taken off five bloody house points from Gryffindor for "disrupting the class."

Y/N had been fuming profusely that afternoon. She'd complain about it to whoever would listen. Because honestly, who holds a classroom underground in a fireless dungeon where the sun does not shine, yet expect every single student to be completely warm.

Harry and Ron agreed that hating on Snape in any form was fair, while Hermione scolded the girl for not wearing extra layers. The rest of that day was spent arguing with Hermione over how the dress code jumper wasn't enough for protection and Hermione arguing back that she could've gotten a thicker one at Diagon alley during the summer if she hadn't been so busy ogling at the bookstore. Y/N swore she saw a popular muggle book, and Hermione told her it was simply impossible.

When the twins caught onto the argument, they only laughed and threw their jumpers at the girl, who then stuck her tongue out at them and threw it back. Though it did spark an insight moment in the girl, who then took to wearing Fred's sweater all week when out of school uniform as it was much warmer than anything she had. Props to Molly Weasley's knitting skills. (Yes the very sweater he'd given her at the start of school, which she never returned because it got lost in the bottom of her messy little trunk).

Naturally, the twins had much to comment on Y/N's choice of wardrobe, but let the girl keep the sweater without any complaints. Something about "looking cute."

Aside from the little adjustments to her clothing choices, the girl had to make a regrettably large adjustment to her schedule. No more sauntering to her little corner of the library to hide in whatever novel she could find. Instead, she contented to sit beside her friends in front of the common room fireplace to dry herself from splashing into puddles all day or running from the rain.

She did break her anti-library streak on Monday when she parted herself from staring at the blue flame of the goblet to meet up with the foul snake for the "last" time to finish their essay on the effects of the wit-sharpening potion. Hermione had suggested that the girl could copy her essay, but Y/N refused and cried about how embarrassing it would be to never show up to the last meeting.

Draco Malfoy was early as always. He always had to be the first one there and the last one to leave. Or it could be that the Gryffindor was just unconditionally late. Either way, it was unnerving. The boy was always sitting on that stupid old chair and staring out that stupid old window. If Y/N didn't know better, she would've said he was daydreaming.

"Boo," she voiced monotonously after squeezing through the book ridden entrance.

The boy's pretty steel eyes lazily glanced over at the intruder. "Hilarious."

"Forsooth so valorous sir," she replied cheerfully, knowing fully well that Malfoy was now one of the few students in the entire castle to understand her Shakespearean slang. The girl was actually quite sad when her two firey haired friends had glazed over being called saucy boys days ago.