Heirs to Something Greater (d.m)

11: Four Champions?

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"If you don't hurry you'll be late!" Lottie said while grabbing her wand. She decided to go without the robes and stuck it into her pocket, before beginning to rush out the door.

"Don't worry Lottie! I just need to finish this, you go on ahead, I'll catch up," I turned to see her hesitantly standing at the doorway, "Go! I'll be fine!"

The day went by quickly as everyone was excited for the champions to be chosen. The only really memorable part was getting my letter from my parents at breakfast, and I was responding to it quickly before heading back to the great hall for the choosing. They set the students loose for the night but gave the option to come back later to watch the ceremony, which I guessed most would attend.

I reread the letter quickly to compare it to mine so I was sure I covered every one of their questions.

Juliet Lynn Bloom,

Hey kiddo, it's dad. Your Mum couldn't quit crying and was making the ink run so I volunteered to write the letter instead (you know how she gets the first few days you're gone, it's especially bad with the... situation.) At home, we've had many debates about the scenario and it looks like we may be moving to London with the Finleys. Don't get your heart too invested in it yet half-pint, it's still on the ropes. What house did you get sorted into? Is the quidditch team any good? Although if your mother guessed correctly I think I already know the answer to that question. I hope you've made some friends, we knew a few of the students' parents back in the day, I'm sure. One of my... classmates is even a professor, last I heard! Although I bet you two galleons there are still a few of MY teachers still working. We heard that the Triwizard Tournament is taking place this year. I'm delighted you get to see some action while you're there darling! I know it's corny but your Mother wanted me to add that we miss you incredibly even though it's been only a few days. (she elbowed me when she read that)

Love, Dad, and Mum

P.S.On a more serious note, rumors are picking up. Your mother feels we shouldn't plague you with this but I need to be sure that I've done all I can to make you sure you're safe. Stay with your friends, they're your best weapon. Keep an eye out and stay wary (I know it's hard for you to accept this. But some houses tend to house some iffy wizards and not all people are good. It's better to stick away from those folks). Stay safe sweetpea.

Dad was going to be heartbroken that the quidditch season was canceled, but at least he was happy with whatever house I got. Although it had been a topic of discussion at home, Mom swore I'd be in Hufflepuff while my Dad swore I'd be a Gryffindor... my Mum will probably gain a galleon or two when the letter arrives.

My gut lurched a bit every time I read the part about being wary. Mr.Finley is a great man and he was in Slytherin, it was unfair to judge people off of their house. I knew my father had an appreciation for Slytherin's considering one of his friends is a part of the house, and it was probably smart to be cautious of the house that produced the darkest wizards.

My Dad would probably kill Malfoy if he knew he was even talking to me based on the reaction of others to his last name, our parents probably knew of the family. I wondered who was in the same year as my parents... Snape?

I checked the time and realized I was going to be a bit late. I ditched my robes, finished the last bit of my letter, and stuffed it into my pocket before running out. I made it to the great hall just as Dumbledore was sitting people down and I searched for familiar faces.

I found Lottie sitting with a group of Hufflepuffs that included Maryann, Cedric, Hannah, Pierre, Ernie Macmillan, shoe boy (from yesterday morning), and a few others I didn't really recognize. I sat across from Cedric next to Lottie and they all smiled at me. I considered pulling my hair back into a bun as Dumbledore eerily began to dim the lights, but decided to leave it down seeing how smushed we all were.