Kaira Henderson:
We were all engrossed in a conversation, getting to know more about each other, our plates filled with spectacular food that I have never tasted in my life. It was fascinating. That's the commanding voice of Dumbledore suddenly rose. "Your attention, please. I'd like to say a few words."
My fork clattered onto the plate as I folded my arms in front of me, diverting my undivided attention to the man before me. I feel at home, I don't know how because I've almost just got here...but there's just something about this place.
"Eternal glory." He begins, "That is what awaits a student that wins the Triwizard Tournament. But, to achieve this, that student must survive three tasks. Three. Extremely. Dangerous tasks."
"For this reason, the ministry has seen fit to impose a new rule." Dumbledore continued, "To explain all this, we have the head of the department of international magic cooperation, Mr. Bartemius Crouch."
As Mr. Crouch appeared with a smile on his face, an unexpected thunderstorm came out of nowhere. My head shoots up as I look at it, a few screams being exchanged in the hallway. Spooky.
Abruptly, a wand 'shot' the light, quelling the thunderstorm. My eyebrows suddenly morph into confusion, all eyes turned to the figure responsible. Who did that?
A robust man with one normal eye, and another seemingly misplaced googly eye, stood. A pirate.
"It's that Mad-eye Moody bloke." I hear Blaise inform.
"Alastor Moody," Pansy whispered back. "The Auror."
"Auror?" Tom asks, turning to look at her in plain confusion, me repeating his actions.
"Dark wizard catcher." Blaise explained. Dark wizard catcher? Interesting.
Moody strutted towards Dumbledore with a look of anger and disgust on his face. "My dear friend, thanks for coming." Dumbledore greeted, extending his hand to which Alastor Moody returns.
"Stupid ceiling," Moody grumbled. I watch carefully as he reaches into the pocket of his jacket and takes a sip out of a bottle.
"Polyjuice Potion." I suddenly find myself murmuring to myself.
Wait, what?
"What?" Sarah whispers back to me in confusing, reading my mind.
"What?" I responded, feeling the gaze of Tom, Draco, Blaise, Jacob, Pansy, and Sarah.
"You said 'polyjuice potion', what is that?" She repeats her question, intrigued.
"I-I don't know." I confessed, confused by my own words. What the hell is a polyjuice potion?
Professor Crouch took the stage, he looked somewhat uneasy. A breath of relief escapes my lips as the attention was not on my anymore.
What the fuck is going on with me?
"After our consideration," he began, "the Ministry has concluded that for their own safety, no student under the age of seventeen—"
He was interrupted by a student yelling, "No way!" but he continued nevertheless. It looked like he expected this reaction. "-Should be allowed to put forth their name for the Triwizard Tournament. This decision is final!" The ensuing booing and protests from the crowd filled the hall.
"That's rubbish!" someone yelled.
"You don't know what you're doing!" another voice exclaimed right after.
I was actually glad, so that we all would be safe.
"I think that's a good thing." I told my group of friends over the shouting and booing crowd. "Better safe than sorry." I shrug.
"Bull!" Jacob replies in annoyance, leaning back on his chair. I roll my eyes at his childishness.
"You weren't planning to enter, were you?" I raised an eyebrow at him.
"Of course I was!" he exclaimed, his tone making it seem as thought it was the most obvious thing.
"No, you weren't," I replied. There's no way.
"What's life without a little action, Henderson?" He smirks at me.
"There won't be any action if you have no life," I replied with a smug face, earning a snort from Tom.
"Like I'd let you enter," Sarah suddenly speaks, me agreeing with her. I'm not sure why I'm acting as through I've known him for ages.
"Like I'd ask you," Jacob spat back.
"Like I'd give you a choice," Sarah continues.
"Like I'd—" Jacob started but was cut off by Pansy. "Enough. You both are acting like children," her eye dark between the both of the.
"Silence!" Dumbledore's voice rang out, silencing the hall's noise. With a wave of his wand, the tall gold structure next to him melted, revealing a goblet. Simultaneously, blue flames erupted inside it, captivating everyone's attention. Woah...
"The Goblet of Fire!" Dumbledore exclaimed. "Anyone wishing to submit themselves to the tournament, write their name on a piece of parchment and throw it into the flame before this Thursday night. Do not do so lightly; if chosen, there's no turning back. As of this moment, the Triwizard Tournament has begun."
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