The Slytherin princess

Chapter 44 // old friends

Hermione's POV

"Triwizard tournament? Isn't that the thing someone died in?"

We got to school a few days ago, Father and Draco's father (I had not made up with him yet by the way) had told us about this 'tournament' I was telling Wren before dumbledore would announce it

"yeah, I would never put my name in even if I was allowed but it'll be fun to watch" we were walking to the great hall together, no one else was in sight, they had disappeared off somewhere while we were in the bathroom 

"Where do you think everyone is? they cant be in the great hall already" dinner should've only just started 

"I don't know- ah there they are" weirdly, every seat was filled only 5 minutes into dinner (the hall would usually be filled about 15 minutes into dinner) 

"what's happening?" I whispered the Blaise as we sat down 

"Dunno, hi love" he greeted Wren with a kiss on the cheek, as much as I'm happy they're together, I don't wanna see this, I turned away and to Dumbledore with his speech

"This castle will not only be your home this year but home to some very special guests as well" 

Filch opened the door and started staggering, I think he was trying to run, down to where dumbledore was standing 

"Hogwarts has been chosen-" 

Filch made it to the teacher's table and whispered something to our headmaster 

"so" 

Filch did his weird run back to the doors of the hall 

"Hogwarts has been chosen to host a legendary event: The Triwizard Tournament" excited murmuring erupted in the room 

"for those of you who do not know, the Triwizard Tournament brings together three schools for a series of magical contests, from each school a single student is selected to compete, now let me be clear; if chosen you stand alone. And trust me when I say, these contests are not for the faint-hearted... but more of that later, for now, please join me in welcoming the lovely ladies... of the bauxbatons academy of magic!" 

bauxbatons? Merlin, They're here! 

"and their headmistress, madam Maxime" 

The doors slammed open, revealing at least 15 or 20 girls about two years older than me and another one who looked a year younger than me, but these girls were gorgeous, as veela come from France, a lot of students from bauxbatons have veela blood

They walked as if they were floating, as the Veela did at the world cup, stopping every now and again to release beautiful blue butterflies, when they came to a stop at the bottom of the hall everyone stood up and applauded, some of the more desperate ones, whistling and hooting while the more sensible ones (as in most girls) sat down and clapped lowly like a normal human being

"And now our friends from the north, please greet the proud sons of Durmstrang and their high master, Igor Karkaroff" 

this is going to be the best year, Durmstrang too? 

At least 20 guys, once again around 2 years older than me, came stomping in, each holding a staff with their school mascot's head on top, slamming the bottom into the floor, marking the ground with the Durmstrang symbol. filch ain't gon be happy 

They spun the large sticks around a few times before dropping them to the floor and running to meet where the girls were standing beforehand, some doing tricks and others spinning the staffs they had kept.