Torchwick or Grindelwald

Chapter 4: Annoying Reporter

Hogwarts No POV

And just like Wade predicted, hate coming at him left and right. From all four houses, more so Hufflepuff, which kind of weird since they were supposed to be the nicest ones in the school. Guess that was a lie.

Wade was at the Black Lake shore just looking into the water with Merula, Barnaby and Ismelda near him. They heard footsteps coming closer and saw the others running over as Tonks immediately went to Wade and slapped him.

Wade: hello to you too.

Tonks: I know you didn't put your name in the Goblet but everyone was talking bad about you and I needed to let out some anger.

Wade: why on me?

Tonks: I... cause you always let me vent out my frustrations. So... it fits?

Wade: not a good excuse.

Chiara: oh, Wade.<hugs him> I've read about the Triwizard Tournament. People have died in this competition.

Wade: so whoever put me in the Goblet wants me dead. Good to know.

Penny: this ain't no joking situation. We need to get you prepared.

Skye: isn't he like the most advanced out of us with Merula the second most advanced?

Ben: yeah, what can we do to help? Maybe Harry-

Ismelda: stop bringing everyone into other people's problems!

Ben: yes, ma'am!

Wade:<his stomach growls>

Tonks: did you have breakfast?

Barnaby: the students wouldn't let him in to even get a piece of toast.

Ben: I'll get him something!<runs off>

Wade: someone follow him.

Skye: I got it. <goes after Ben>

Later, Ben did get him some toast and bacon. Merula almost chewed him out for only bringing him that. It was during Snape's Class where Wade knew more headaches were coming.

A flash of a camera went off as a woman who looked like a "she doesn't stay out of your business" type woman with glasses and a green lemon colored dress walked forward.

Rita: what a charismatic quartet.

They were at the trophy room with Fleur sitting in a chair, Cedric behind her on her right, Krum on her left and Wade in the middle behind her. They were posing for a photo as Wade didn't smile.

Rita:<walks to them> I'm Rita Skeeter. <shakes their hands> I write for the Daily Prophet. But of course you know that, don't you? It's you we don't know. Heh. You're the juicy news. What quirks lurk beneath those rosy cheeks? What mysteries do the muscles mask? Does courage lie beneath those curls? In short, what makes a champion tick? "Me, Myself and I" want to know. Not to mention my rabid readers. So who's feeling up to sharing? Hm?

They adverted their gazes from her not really wanting to be near this woman.

Rita: shall we start with the youngest? Lovely.

Rita dragged Wade to a broom closet.

Rita: hm. This is cozy.

Wade said nothing and went to leave but Rita stopped him and sat him down.

Rita: don't mind if I use a Quick-Quotes Quill, do you?

Wade:<didn't answer>

Rita: so tell me, Wade. Here you sit, a mere boy of 12 about to compete against three students, not only vastly more emotionally mature than yourself, but who have mastered spells that you wouldn't attempt in your dizziest daydreams. Concerned?