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❝ you were staring. ❞
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"I CAN'T STOP THINKING ABOUT WINKY."hermione sighed sadly, as they sat around in the entrance hall, watching those who dared to enter the names into the goblet.
"who?" maeve frowned in confusion.
"winky! the house elf at the world cup!" hermione repeated indignantly. "you know, house elves get a very raw deal! it's slavery, that's what it is! that mr crouch made her go up to the top of the stadium, and she was terrified! why doesn't anyone do something about it?"
"well, the elves are happy." ron shrugged. "that's what the house elves like, isn't it? to be bossed around and that."
"it's people like you, ronald, who prop up rotten and unjust systems, just because they're too lazy to—" she began hotly.
"alright, calm down, hermione." maeve smiled weakly, subconsciously putting her hand on the small of her back, her focus elsewhere.
"don't you agree, maeve?" the girl frowned, trying to avoid the growing heat on her cheeks. "they're treated so unfairly, and i think that—"
"sure." maeve nodded. "whatever you say, 'mione. you should make a charity or something. hand out badges."
"i'll do exactly that, then!" hermione nodded firmly, standing up determinedly.
"...i was joking." maeve mumbled under her breath, deciding to just let her be. once she had her mind set on something, she wouldn't settle for compromises.
a group of hufflepuff boys stumbled in, all of their hair soaked from the rain that was hammering down outside. "go on cedric, put it in!" they urged, pushing forward the diggory boy. he was grinning from ear to ear as he dropped his slip into the goblet, everyone applauding him as he did so.
harry watched him interestedly, eyebrow arching.
"yes! we've done it, lads! cooked it up just this morning!" fred and george ran into the entrance hall, both of them each clutching a small vial filled with liquid.
"it's not going to work." hermione sang smugly from her place on the benches, a smug look on her face.
"ohh, this is what you were on about." maeve laughed to hermione. "what've you done now?" she asked the twins.
"you'll see, foster. we're geniuses, that's what! bloody geniuses! and why is it that it 'won't work', granger?" fred asked.
"you see this?" she pointed at the blue ring surrounding the goblet of fire. "this is an age line. dumbledore drew it himself."
