Willow || Cedric Diggory

Our Champions

The time have finally come for everyone to put their names into the goblet of fire. And boy how everyone was excited about it.

The Durmstrang students, were rumoured to have put their names the first thing in the morning. All of them were no younger than 15, posing them all to eagerly put their names into the goblet of fire. Considering that nobody knew what the tasks are yet, he only hoped that the goblet won't pick Fritjof as one of the champions. Imagine if the other champions would have to face him in one of the tasks, duelling, lest say. That would be scary.

"Have you seen anyone from Hogwarts yet?" He heard Harry's faint voice.

"Rey, will you put your name in?" Neville looked at him, half-expectantly.

Rey was werided out by that question. He never really discussed this decision over with anybody else except for Cedric. He haven't even notified Adrian for his decision. He just didn't feel like it, as he was sure that his oldest brother would do everything in this world to lure him away from his decision. 

Was there anyone else that have asked him that question? None. Everyone seemed to be forgetting about his existence, and he was a hundred percent for it. 

"If I feel like it." Rey sighed before sprinkling some sugar on his porridge. His eyes landed onto the croissants near them. There were too many people directing their hearing towards him.

"Worrying about your grade?" Neville noticed his worried glance.

"Well yeah." Rey scribbled down onto a piece of paper. He then slid it towards Neville so that he didn't have to voice his decision so blatantly.

"Ohh..." Neville gasped, prompting Rey to nudge his feet lightly. 

"I just don't like the squabbles you know. I've had to many emotional breakdown these days, enough said." 

"Oh, I understand." Neville replied after taking down his last slice of hash browns. Rey threw his fellow Gryffindor a questioning glance.

"No, I don't. I possibly can't, not in my good conscience." The boy then glanced towards the Slytherin table, prompting him to follow his action. What Rey found was quite... interesting.

At that very moment, the majority of the Slytherin tables -those who have been 14 or above-, were madly scribbling their names onto each of their own papers. Most of them took a good portion of their time to make their names appeared as elegant as possible, while the rest just simpy wrote their names before putting it into the goblet. 

Seeing such spectacle before his eyes, Rey couldn't help but to question it. How would the Gryffindors respond to that?

"Rey, look." Neville nudged Rey, so that he turned towards his fellow Gryffindors.

It was amusing to see how the majority of the Gryffindors' ego were piqued after seeing so many Slytherin students put their name into it. Considering the natural rivalry between the two houses, how the Gryffindors started to follow the action of the Slytherins were hardly shocking. Even some of the most unexpected people -like Liam Allen for instance-, didn't even think twice before putting their name into the goblet of fire. 

Let's just say, that the elated shoutings that ensued were unmatched by any that Rey have heard before.

"Come on, mates! We can't have a Slytherin champion!" One sixth years old exclaimed before pulling off his friend forward towards the cup. 

Said friend, who was still had a sausage on his fork, followed suit. It was almost comical how that friend accidentally put the sausage instead of his name into the goblet of fire. The goblet rejected the sausage and returned it elsewhere. The sausage went airborne for a few seconds before landed into a bowl of tomato soup in the Gryffindor table. Everyone around it was doused with soup and shrieked while the Slytherin table roared in laughter.