Miss Potter -DISCONTINUED

Chapter 14

Sage Finley Potter. Hogwarts champion who was unwillingly selected for such a prestigious event, with no fucks to give to those people who organized it since she was determined to sue anyone. Not that she would sue anyone, but she could if she wanted to. Currently in the champion's lounge where she signed the tournament contract with her fellow champions after supper, waiting for a clue for the next task. With the Minister already had an earful from the three champions for the three of them could've drowned to death being stuck in a box deep underwater, one out of three almost did which was why the task was moved till after valentines day to make sure Finley was fit enough to carry on.

"What do you think the task will be this time?" Cœur asked the other two champions, in her comfy pants that were far from the Beauxbatons' standard of elegant. Hair in a bun whilst she wore a pair of glasses, Finley could tell that she had been crying due to her puffy eyes and resisted the urge to ask what book she was reading.

"I don't particularly care, just as long as they give us a heads up this time," Draco huffed, also in a comfier outfit, nothing less than a pair of pants and a long-sleeved shirt, hands shoved in his pants pockets. All three were certainly dressed to keep warm, it was now an unspoken courtesy to dress warm, especially Finley who grabbed an extra jacket from her trunk.

"Do you think the Minister hates us for whatever reason?" Cœur asks again, turning to the other two who stared at the fireplace.

"We did nag him about the god-awful contract before we even competed," Finley piped up, tightening her hold onto her jacket not because it was cold, it was for comfort.

"Aren't you hot?" Draco asks her, eyeing her with a weird look on his face. "With all the extra layers on you, I'm convinced that your sweating like crazy in there."

"If you wanted to tell me to take off my clothes, Malfoy you could've just said so," Finley teased him, causing Cœur to snicker into laughter. Seeing the blond's face turn red he throws a pillow at Finley who easily evaded it in laughter.

"Is everyone here?" A familiar voice spoke behind the three champions, making them turn around to see the Minister and their Headmasters and the Professor walk into the room. "We don't need this to be too long, here is your second task," the Minister said, handing the three envelopes.

With reasonable skepticism, Finley glances at Draco and Cœur who were equally suspicious of the envelope in front of them. Completely missed the part where the minister slipped under their noses before they could open the envelopes and find something to complain about.

Opening the envelope, there were only two things inside. One was a key, a silver key with a red gem, glancing at her peers she sees them hold onto the same key with a different scheme. Cœur held a blue gemmed key, and Draco held a green one.

"Are we supposed to open a door for the second task?" She asks McGonagall who merely nods at her question. "What's on the other side of the door?" She asks again.

"You have to look at the note inside to find out," the Durmstrang Headmaster replied. Resisting the urge to glare at the old man, remembering that he was the one who bodies bound her in a coffin and almost drowned. She takes out the single note from the envelope.

'Face the ghosts'

"Headmistress, I don't think this makes sense," Cœur says, "Beauxbatons doesn't have any ghosts."

"Unfortunately we cannot elaborate what the second task is," Headmistress Peverell explains to the three champions. "This is something that only the three of you need to find out."

With that the three students were being sent back with their schoolmates, walking side by side in the empty Beauxbatons halls. None of them were even going to ask what they thought the task would be, as simply the words looked on paper, it could mean a lot of things that Finley didn't want to think about.