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The day of the first task was filled with abundant nerves. Everyone felt the keen sting of anxiety in their chest that morning accompanied by the shaking rush of excitement. The day began in complete silence from Harry and nervous rambling from Zinnia and Hermione. They were huddled over the breakfast table in the grand hall whilst Harry kept his head low, unsure if he would be able to keep his breakfast down for the rest of the day.
Zinnia nervously sipped her morning pumpkin juice whilst looking at the pale faced Harry, moving his fork around the scrambled eggs on his plate.
"Dragons aren't that bad if you think about it. They're just... big." Zinnia dismaly attempted to comfort her discontent friend. Harry did not reply but only looked up to the girl with flared nostrils and furrowed brows. She calmly smiled back at him and returned to awkwardly sipping her juice.
"Moody helped you right, you know what to do." Hermione joined the attempt to make Harry feel better. Alas they were both met with more silence from the boy.
All the sudden, as if the world was crashing in around them, Harry was called from the great hall to get ready for his task. The Girls wished him good luck only to be met with the shaky humm of Harry as he waddled away on his unsteady feet.
When it was time for the task to begin, the whole school and their international guests were escorted to a newly built arena in the middle of the mountainside. Zinnia and Ron sat next to each other in a nerving silence, neither one of them willing to admit how unbelievably worried they were about Harry. The cheers of students flooded Zinnia's ears like a deafening white noise, the sound would have driven her mad if not for her cool composure.
Bringing her out of her anxious trance, the Weasley twins approached the two, boxes in hand and asking for bets.
"Bets, take your bets" Fred shouted tremendously over the roaring crowd
"Bets taken! Bets taken here!" George followed, keen to earn some quick cash at the expense of Harry's dignity.
"Step up folks, who fancies a flutter in today's bloodbath!" Fred aggressively convinced the crowd of their scheme.
"Smart money's on Krum to survive, any bets?" George shouted as he approached the two.
"Care to bet on someone, Z?" He directed his flamboyant energy at her
"You've got to be mad" she scolded the boys "Profiting over Harry's potential.." she couldn't finish her sentence, too afraid and uncertain of what would finish it.
"I think my moral code is okay with it, what about you George?" Fred smiled at the girl, not taking her worries seriously.
"Perfectly sound up there, no objections from the big guy" George replied, pointing at his head as if it were its own person.
