Champions

✧༺ Prologue ༻✧

September first

Aurora:

"Now that we're all settled in and sorted, I'd like to make an announcement. This castle will not only be your home this year but home to some very special guests as well. You see, Hogwarts has been chosen-" The entire time Dumbledore was talking, Filch was running? Skipping? High knee-ing? Down the hall, and now he's whispering god knows what to Dumbledore. He takes off back down the hall after a minute, and my friends and I are trying to hold ourselves together, but little laughs that we cover with coughs escape all of us. "So, Hogwarts has been chosen to host a legendary event. The Triwizard Tournament. Now, for those of you who do not know, the Triwizard Tournament brings together three schools for a series of magical contests. In the past, one student from each school was selected to compete. However, due to the dangerous nature of this tournament, the Ministry of Magic has decided that there will be two champions selected from each school. Now, let me be clear, if chosen, you two stand alone. And trust me when I say these contests are not for the faint-hearted. But more of that later. For now, please join me in welcoming the lovely ladies of the Beauxbatons Academy of Magic and their headmistress Madame Maxime." 

At this point, I'm not paying attention anymore, so I barely look up when the students from Beauxbatons come into the Great Hall. I know Dumbledore has a flair for the dramatics, but this tournament sounds bloody awful. Who would enter this crap? What do you gain out of doing this? I don't think I'll ever understand some people. Once the girls from Beauxbatons finish their entrance, Dumbledore starts talking again. "And now, our friends from the north, please greet the proud sons of Durmstrang and their high master Igor Karkaroff!"

The students from Durmstrang also have a dramatic entrance, except this one is much more disgustingly masculine than the Beauxbatons one. They do some weird grunting and banging sticks on the ground shit that I don't really give a damn about so I whisper to Anastasia, who's sitting right next to me. 

"Are you going to enter this shit?" 

"Who do you think I am? Of course, I'm not."

I laugh quietly, but when whispers around the room start I turn my attention back to the Durmstrang students. Viktor Krum has just entered the room, so as one would expect, all the girls are having aneurysms and the guys are fangirling (in a masculine, not girly way at all, of course. Don't want to hurt their fragile masculinity in any way). I also notice who I assume to be Karkaroff, who is, in the nicest way, the ugliest person I've ever seen. Once all of the students from Durmstrang are settled at the Slytherin table and the Beauxbatons students are settled at the Ravenclaw table, Dumbledore finally lets us eat. This is going to be a long year.   

Authors note: Don't ask me when this story is supposed to be taking place because I really have no damn idea