Miss Potter -DISCONTINUED

Chapter 8

The Beauxbatons champions all sat in a lounge, a fancy-looking one. Had big windows overlooking the beautiful gardens in the evening view, high ceilings with crystal chandeliers magically lighting up the room. The ivory walls with golden lining as well as portraits of the past headmasters and headmistresses of the elegant french school, the lounge itself looked like it came straight out of a fairytale. Shining silver armor standing by the walls on each side of the room, the seats all white and subtle gold. Blue flowers and lavender in a vase by the window bring that feminine feel to the room itself.

The champions, at least one of them sat relaxed on each chair in the lounge. The Beauxbatons champion, Cœur Argent sat by the window overlooking the gardens, her smiling excited expression from when she was called as a champion for her school was gone. In her blue-purple-hued uniform, her light brown hair was in a half updo held together by a ribbon. Her eyes looked through the window's reflection to look into the room without facing them completely.

Draco Malfoy, the Durmstrang champion, a former Hogwarts student stood by the suit of armor, silently observing his surroundings. Being calculative and silent as much as he could, he didn't think that he would go this far into the tri-wizard tournament. He only entered his name in for the fun of it, and he knows the severity of being in the same room with the other champions.

But the same can't be said for the Hogwarts champion, Finley Potter. Unlike the two champions, she was tucked away on a chair facing away from the two other champions, arms wrapped around herself letting herself process what just happened. The fact that she was chosen when she didn't even get within a 10ft radius of the Goblet of fire shocked her, she wasn't happy. Not even sad that her brother might hate her and would refuse to even make eye contact with her, she was scared.

"I'm going to be sick," she muttered, gagging as she held her mouth with one hand, wrapping her arm over her stomach with the other. "This cannot be happening," she grumbled to herself.

"Are you alright?" A feminine voice asked, hearing footsteps get closer to where she sat. "Do you want me to get a healer?" The girl, Cœur asked her, kneeling beside the chair Finley sat on.

"I—" she was cut off. The doors that lead to the lounge opened revealing 4 important figures, one of them being Professor Minerva McGonagall who looked troubled to see Finley in the room. The remaining 3 were the Headmasters of two other schools, and the last figure was Minister Crouch.

"Congratulations champions!" The Minister grinned from ear to ear as he greeted the students in the lounge, "you are chosen to be the champions of your respective schools—"

"I'm sorry, sir," Finley cuts him off, trying to keep herself calm. "Would there be a possibility for me to back out?"

This surprised the Minister and the other people in the lounge including the other champions, the only person who wasn't was the Beauxbatons Headmistress herself.

"Miss Potter, why are you—"

"I didn't put my name in the cup, Professor," Finley tells her deputy headmistress. "I've never even been near the thing, so please, take me off the tournament."

"I'm sorry, Miss Potter. But the tournament has a binding contract, even if your name was unwillingly placed in the goblet, you would have no choice but to follow through the tournament," Headmistress Peverell informs her, causing Finley's heart to sink even lower to her stomach if that was even possible.

"Well then," Minister Crouch coughed, diverting the attention back to the situation at hand. "Shall we start?"

"Yes, Minister if we must," Headmistress Peverell agrees, paying no mind to Finley any longer as she was being held together by her school chaperone.