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chapter nine, the fourth champion
𝔗he room in which Bonnie found herself in was lined with paintings, and smaller, not quite as small as the dorms or as big as the classrooms, although it did feel much cozier with a fire flickering in the fireplace at the front of the room. Her eyes flickered between the two other champions, as suddenly everything became much clearer.
She was now the Hogwarts champion. A Hufflepuff with little in the category of bravery.
The two others champions turned to look back at her, and she wasn't quite sure what to do. So she simply gave them a grin, cracking her knuckles in a nervous manner as she took long strides to greet them, trying to ignore the way that Fleur's eyes bore into her, in shock, and, Bonnie found herself hoping, impress? Well, if that were true then at least she achieved one goal. Now to complete three potentially deadly tasks. What joy.
"Bonnie Bowers," Bonnie introduced, holding her hand out to Viktor Krum in a polite, and what Cedric would probably define as a professional manner, before mocking her despite probably doing the same thing if he was in her shoes.
Viktor took her hand in a professional manner as well, "Viktor Krum."
Bonnie snorts slightly, before replying without thinking, "At this point I don't think you have to introduce yourself." The corner of Viktor's lips twitched up into a smile, nodding at her as though giving a nod of approval.
The raven haired Hufflepuff then turns to the blonde Beauxbatons girl who'd been watching the exchange. Her face didn't give anything away though, and Bonnie cursed herself for not being about to remain as impassive as Fleur was in this moment, head held high in a picture of pride to be representing her school, looking as though everything else was beneath her. And a flicker of something else.
"Should I assume you don't remember me and make things less awkward or━" Bonnie started quickly, the reminder that Fleur may not remember her popping into her head.
"I remember you, Bonnie," Fleur stated, knowingly keeping her hands crossed if front of her and the sound of her voice caused Bonnie to feel lighter, especially with the reassurance.
"Well good, cause that's be awkward as fuck."
Fleur smiled. "Not to be rude," she said in that enchanting French accent that had Bonnie nearly swaying, "But I did not think that you would enter such a tournament."
