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CHAPTER FIFTEEN:
Ron's Got Moves
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THE GRYFFINDOR COMMON ROOM ERUPTED INTO CHEERS WHEN TARA AND HARRY WALKED IN, CARRYING THEIR RECENTLY COLLECTED EGGS FROM THE FIRST TASK. Tara rolled her eyes at the sudden support she received and couldn't help but notice that her dorm-mates and younger brother were looking very sheepish.
"Show us the eggs!" She heard Seamus Finnegan yell excitedly in his thick Irish accent, Tara obliged and tossed her egg to the boy who kissed it. The twins raced towards Harry and lifted him onto their shoulders, carrying him around the room.
"We knew you wouldn't die, Harry!" Fred shouted, Tara scoffed, knowing that they thought that if anyone were to die in the tournament, that it would in fact be Harry.
"Lose a leg," George said with a grin.
"Or an arm," Fred continued.
"Pack it in all together, never!" the twins shouted together. Tara stood at the back of the crowd, watching on as she did not wish to be involved. She was still bitter about how people had treated her before the task.
"Shush!" Tara heard Seamus yell in an attempt to silence the crowd. "Go on, Harry, Tara, what's the clue?" the Irish boy continued as he tossed the egg back to Tara who just shrugged.
"Who wants me to open it?" Harry asked as he looked over the crowd from the twins' shoulders.
"Yes!" the crowd cheered and Tara couldn't help but roll her eyes yet again.
"Do you want me to open it?" Harry asked, clearly enjoying his moment of sudden popularity after the treacherous past weeks. Tara almost couldn't blame him.
"Yes!" the crowd cheered even louder, making Tara flinch slightly at the sheer volume. Tara watched as Harry opened the egg which immediately let out a loud, horrible wailing noise. Everyone's hands instinctively went to attempt to block their ears, and the twins dropped Harry in the process who scrambled to shut the egg.
"What the bloody hell was that?" Ron said from across the room. Tara didn't bother looking at him, he owed her an apology.
"Alright everyone, go back to your knitting," George said upon noticing the tension between Ron and Harry. "This is going to be uncomfortable enough without all you nosy sods listening in," he continued as he started to walk out of the room, gesturing for Tara to follow.
"Wait, Tara?" Brielle asked hesitantly, hoping that the redhead would be willing to speak. Tara turned to her suddenly, also noticing Maggie, Angelina, Alicia, and Katie.
"What do you want?" Tara snapped. She was angry with them for not trusting her, and for also not supporting her in the lead-up to the tournament. They were meant to be her best friends, and all Tara felt was betrayal.
