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chapter thirteen, the japenese spicente
There was something tremendously wrong if Bonnie was not eating. And it was the sick feeling in her stomach each time someone worked her luck. The smile she would give them, as though she was truly ready for what was coming. As though she had no fear and only confidence inside. However, really, she was a wreck. She was the easy going type of person who didn't worry about things. It was why she never joined Quidditch (other than her hatred for heights), because she saw what a nervous wreck Cedric was before games, even if no one else noticed it. And now she was about to face a dragon. Perhaps at this point she would've taken Quidditch rather than this.
Cedric nudged her with a fork. "You should eat."
"When the dragon spills my guts out onto the ground I'd rather not see what it looks like. The embarrassment." Bonnie replied, taking a small drink of pumpkin juice to appease her dry throat before setting the goblet back onto the table. "You know, I thought knowing would make it better. Now I just feel awful."
"You'd feel this way anyway," Cedric replies. "Know or not. Perhaps even worse if you kept yourself guessing what the task would be." He points out.
Bonnie hums. "At least then I wouldn't picture everyone watching as I face off with a dragon and perhaps piss my pants."
"The second hand embarrassment," Cedric says.
"Exactly."
Bonnie goes to take another drink from the goblet but puts it down upon seeing Professor Sprout walking over quickly. Most of the professors, or, the professors that actually seemed to care looked uneasy. McGonagall looked anxious along with Sprout and Pomfrey. Flitwick sat looking uneasy as well and she found those four looked the most anxious.
"Bowers," Sprout greeted with a small nervous smile. "The champions are gathering in a tent. You have to get ready for the first task." She said, her tone steady as she said it, and her face was the only thing that gave away any sign that she was nervous. Bonnie hoped she would keep up the same act her head of house was currently displaying.
"Right," Bonnie said with a nod, pushing herself up from the table, sending a false smile to Cedric that he reciprocated. "I'll see you later then, Ced."
"When we celebrate your victory. I heard Astrid is already planning a party."
Bonnie knew those words were supposed to be encouraging, but she felt her stomach do a flip and felt ever slightly sicker as the thought of dragons crossed her mind. That night she'd dreamt of a dragon, only it had blonde silvery hair and she'd been stuck in place trying to figure out what the hell to do only for her to be stuck to long and become barbecue wings a second later. She felt herself turn pale at the memory.
