-Immer Ende-

-Chapter✦ThirtyOne-

✧ETERNAL GLORY✧

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The anticipation in the Great Hall was deafening, Cara was sure she could feel it thumping in her heart with how anxious everyone seemed to be. Hardly any professor could teach their lessons without having to pause for interruptions. Rumors were spreading left and right, and the majority were about either Beaxbatons or Ilvermorny—Though a fair few focused on who would come from Durmstrang, as a certain Quidditch player had the chance of attending Hogwarts this year.

She took Romulus' advice to stay away from the rumors sprouting left and right. But it was difficult all things considering, especially when the better part of the population was still going at it.

"Doesn't do any good to fill your head full of this, Cara." She shrugged her shoulder but ducked her book back under the table. She wasn't feeling all that hungry but it was a requirement to attend in order to greet the schools.

Though she doubted any professor would really be on the lookout for missing students, not when everyone seemed to be readily excited.

Seeing Dumbledore approach the podium once more had caused students to scramble into position— "Please join me in welcoming the lovely ladies of the Beauxbatons Academy of Magic!" The sudden whisp of music had begun from the ceiling, it was both whimsical and light as girls in rather paper thing goes took the elegant strides into the courtyard.

One by one they took to passing by the benches down in following their headmistress, all while following a very graceful and synchronized pattern. "They aren't going to survive the winter, goddess..." Imara mumbled, but no wizard in the room could move their gaze from the French gal's arses.

And she narrowed her own eyes towards Fred across the ways, his eyes lingering on the new girls for a bit too long for her liking.

Romulus chuckled, it was safe to say that the Gryffindor was screwed.

However his attention had moved onwards towards another Beauxbatons member, and while young—Didn't look like a student. Her eyes seemed to be scanning the halls and once they had landed on him and those around him, he caught her victorious smile before looking straight up ahead towards the rest of her group.

Before Cara could question what that was all about, Dumbledore had announced the next school— "And now... our friends from the north! Please greet the proud sons of Durmstrang!" The attention was drawn to a much louder noise, the rough bellow of their voice caused Cara to nearly jump out of her seat. But remained sitting as she caught the sparks from their sticks every time it was tapped down onto the ground.

"Brilliant..." She whispered, and Imara felt herself smirking beside her sister in being the presence of Northman. As Dumbledore had greeted the Headmaster Karkaroff at the front, it was then that the excitement truly sprung into the Lestrange family's hearts.

"And now...To make history of being the fourth contestant of this tournament, it's our delight to welcome our sister school from across the pond. Ilvermorny...And their placed Headmaster Eli Crawford." The smiles had brightened tenfold as the Lestrange siblings had started clapping, regardless if they could see the better part of those in the crowd.

It was hard to miss the Halliwell brothers up in the front, their eyes met briefly as they followed Mr.Crawford. They had no alluring dance or show to perform, no, they simply separated themselves by house with a banner splitting between them.