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GOBLET OF FIRE.
MORNING came far too quickly for Ophelia's liking and she rejected the light burning in from Parvati's open curtains. "No," she mumbled, burying her face in the red pillows. "Close 'em."
"Get up!" Lavender shook her shoulders. "They're coming today!"
"Yeah, at like six," Ophelia reasoned with another groan as Lavender threw open the curtains closest to her. "I'm burning up here!"
"Ooh," Lavender then lowered her voice. "You do look a bit peaky. Not much sleep? Are you ill?"
At that, Lia shot her gaze over to Hermione, who was tying her shoelaces and rather intently ignoring this conversation. She then sunk back down into her mattress. "I just didn't sleep too well," she merely replied.
"You do have bags," Parvati noted.
"Okay, thank you," Ophelia said grumpily.
Lavender scurried over to her bedside table, digging through a drawer and letting sounds of cluttered bottles and tins ring out. She emerged with her hand around a small, red tube. "Have some bruising paste."
"Bruising paste?" Ophelia echoed, taking it warily and inspecting it. "I've never heard of it."
"One of those twins made it," Parvati said. "They're not half-bad at what they sell."
Ophelia rubbed her eyes and noticed how sensitive they were. "Uhm, thank you," she said, smearing a little bruising paste on her fingertip and rubbing it on her undereyes.
Truthfully, she was surprised at how tired she was considering she'd had a rather dreamless sleep last night. There had been voices and quick flashes, of course, but nothing terribly taxing.
"Do you know Angie Weatherby?" Lavender then suddenly asked. "Faye knows her." At that, Ophelia glanced around the room, looking for the quiet fifth student. Lavender put her finger to her lips. "Faye's in the bathroom."
How strange. "Okay..."
"Angie's in your Ancient Runes," Lavender said, ushering her words and Lia quickly realised this was gossip. "She says you're going for Cedric, you know, the really handsome - "
"Yes, I know Cedric. But not like that," Ophelia breathed out, moving to pour some water from the windowsill jug. "We're friends."
"Friends?" Parvati exclaimed far too loudly for half seven in the morning. "No way. Padma says that - "
"Clearly," Hermione interrupted, "Ophelia and Cedric are friends, as girls and boys can be. Now, can someone please tell Faye to hurry up because I want a shower."
