Black Eyed Boy

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The students and guests were shuffling inside out of the cold to prepare for their welcoming feast. The excited hissing about Viktor Krum's arrival irritated Severus. It was just a bloody sport. Sure, he had played in his youth, and was actually quite good, except for Potter stealing the attention as always. Severus could hear the boys cheering for Krum and the doe eyed girls were practically swooning and throwing themselves at his feet. Snape couldn't help but roll his eyes and lengthen his stride to get the hell away from these hormonal teenagers.

Speaking of hormonal teenagers... What the bloody hell was that? Severus didn't expect to have such a visceral reaction to the young witch. Sure as shite not in front of Minerva Fucking McGonagall. She'd never let him live this down. There was just something about... what was her name again? Fuck. His brain wasn't working at all. It seems that all of the blood had descended from his brain and settled... well, south. Had it really been that long since he'd enjoyed a woman that just the sheer friction of her backing that delectable arse up against his trousers sent him into such a tizzy? This wouldn't do. He'd have to avoid her at all costs. He was much too busy to fraternize with any young witch..let alone one that Minnie was already smirking about.

As they entered the great hall, the Beauxbatons sat at the Ravenclaw table, and the Durmstrang student sat with Slytherin. The Slytherin head of house did take some pleasure at the crestfallen faces of Weasley and Potter with this development. Take pleasure in the small things. Argus Filch was adding 6 more chairs to the staff table as the headmasters and headmistress if the three schools entered the great hall last. The French students stood respectfully as the gigantic woman crossed in front to take her seat. Some students sniggered at the French respect so Severus strode off to provide those students with a prompt swat to the back of the head. It seemed Madame Maxine and Olivia would take seats to Dumbledore's left hand side, Karkaroff and his own assistant, to his right. Severus would be damned if he had to sit by Karkaroff so he took the only other available seat open, sandwiched between Minerva and Olivia.

Fucking witch did that on purpose.

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Olivia was glad to be out of the cold, Scottish air and was amazed to see the elaborate hall - the ceiling was by far her favorite part; lined with hundreds of floating candles and enchanted to look like a peaceful night sky. So far, everyone seemed very nice. Headmaster Dumbledore seemed almost grandfatherly, professors Sprout and Flitwick were quite humorous, and Minerva, despite their age difference, seemed like she would make a very good friend. The two witches were enjoying their conversation on their way into the castle when a heap of billowing black robes halted in front of her before spinning on his heels to march back to scold a student.

She had lost all ability to speak. The wizard commanded respect and attention from the way he carried himself... the way he dressed... but most of all that voice! Just listening to him lay into that student was stirring up all kinds of feelings for the young witch. She hoped they'd get to talk more. That quick brush against him outside had her distracted, and she hoped it had him distracted as well. She most assuredly felt something in those pants. Was he as aroused by that touch as she was? Or was that just simply him?

Minerva politely smiled again at the young witch's distraction before guiding her to the head table. Minerva knowingly skipped a seat between herself and Olivia to allow Severus the spot. Olivia thanked her and waited for the dark wizard to appear.

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Dumbledore remained standing, and a silence fell over the students. "Good evening witches, wizards, ghosts, and guests! I have Great pleasure in welcoming you all to Hogwarts. I hope and trust that your stay here will be both comfortable and enjoyable. The tournament will be officially opened at the end of the feast. I now invite you all to eat, drink, and make yourselves at home." Dumbledore sat down and the Bulgarian headmaster Immediately initiated conversation. Plates of food suddenly appeared and seemed to take into account both French and Bulgarian cuisine as well as the usual Hogwarts accommodations. Olivia looked appreciatively at her own plate filled with a little bit of everything. She wanted to seem polite, but unfortunately also suffered from the habit of not wanting to appear to have too healthy an appetite in front of a gentleman, so she settled on minuscule helpings. During the meal, Dumbledore would again stand up, introducing Bartemius Crouch, Head of the Department of International Magical Cooperation and Ludo Bagman, Head of the Department of Magical Games and Sports. The headmaster went on to explain that witches and wizards who were of age, would be able to slip their names into the goblet of fire to enter the lottery to be chosen to represent their school in the tournament. Dumbledore said he, himself, had placed an age line to prevent any underaged participation. Everyone was warned that should their name be selected, the participant had no choice but to see the tournament through until the end. Names would be drawn in 24 hours.