Jinx Not-So-Malfoy and the Triwizard Tournament

Chapter 15

I tried laughing and drinking Dr. Pepper at the same time.

Did not go well.

~WhatTheFuckAmIDoingWithMyLife?~

Oh, and all the French will appear in English. I'm too lazy to translate.

I got up very early the next day, (which was unpleasent) grabbed some food for Jackie (I've decided to call my Frenchie Friend Jackie) and headed up the the room on the seventh floor.

"Jackie..." I called, walking into the room. "I brought you food."

She sat up in the bed in the corner. Her hair was a mess.

"Thanks," she said. As she ate, she told me of her life. 

"My sister put her name into the Gobelt of Fire," she told me. "He name is Odette. Was she picked?"

"No, Fleur Dela-whatever was," I said. "As well as Viktor Krum from Durmstrang, Cedric Diggory from Hogwarts and..."

I hesitated. I never did find out last night if they were allowing Harry to compete. 

"And..? Aren't there only three?"

"Another name was called. No one knows how. He's not even seventeen yet."

"Who?"

I looked at her. "Ever hear of Harry Potter?"

She gasped. "He was called?" 

"Yup... fucking bastard's going to get himself killed... maybe that's the plan..."

Jackie looked at me. "How ever did you come to that conclusion?"

I smiled dryly. "I grew up in a family of evil bastards. My parents locked my in my room, planning to leave me there forever. That was in my first year here... Anyway, I learned to think rationally a long time ago. And, I've always had a sort of knack for guessing, I suppose."

"So is Harry going to compete in the tournament then?"

"I've got no clue," I admitted. "I'll ask him later."

I looked at the clock. Hermione would wake soon. She'd be worried if I wasn't there. I suppose my anxiety  showed on my face.

"You need to go, don't you?" Jackie asked me. 

"Yeah," I admitted. "My friend's would worry."

"Go," Jackie said. "I'll be fine."

I stood. "I'll be back later."

"Don't worry about me! Go!"

I said a quick goodbye and left. 

Then I went downstairs. 

And ate toast. 

Then Hermione showed up. 

She asked where I was and I told her I was here, eating.

Okay back to proper writing or whatever the hell this was.

We left the great hall and ran into the famous fucker who's going to die.

Otherwise known as Harry Potter.

I smell chocolate.

"Hello," Hermione said, holding up a stack of toast, which she was carrying in a napkin. "I brought you this.... Want to go for a walk?" 

"Good idea," said Harry gratefully. 

We went downstairs, crossed the entrance hall quickly without looking in at the Great Hall, and were soon striding across the lawn toward the lake, where the Durmstrang ship was moored, reflected blackly in the water. It was a chilly morning, and we kept moving, munching their toast, as Harry told Hermione and I exactly what had happened after he had left the Gryffindor table the night before.