Gwen Bennett Song didn't surround herself with many people. She didn't go out of her way to make new friends or to be seen by others. She actually preferred to remain in the shadows and unnoticed. She was fine with what she already had; a small grou...
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Gwen could feel her leg bouncing and bouncing and bouncing, entirely out of the control as she sat on the bleachers of what usually served as the school's quidditch pitch. However, today, for the purpose of the first task, it had been transformed into a rocky terrain, full of stones and boulders which all on their own rose high enough to serve as obstacles. And knowing what would soon be within the arena only made Gwen's nerves grow.
"Who do you want facing which dragon?" George asked curiously as they sat together. Three seats around them remained empty, Fred and Oliver taking charge on debt collecting that afternoon while Olivia, who was meant to be watching with them, was no where to be seen for the time being.
"I don't want any of them facing any dragon." Gwen announced, tone laced with worry that made George incapable of holding back a laugh.
"I don't think that's an option." He pointed out, making her send him a small glare. However, even with her focus on him and not the enclosure, her leg still didn't stop bouncing. It was getting to the point where it was slightly annoying, and so, without much thought of it, George reached over, placing his hand on her knee to put a stop to it. "Think of it like this. If you could choose, based on who seems best matched to handle which dragon, who would you choose?"
"The Chinese Fireball should go to Harry." The answer came quicker than George had expected it to, making him raise an eyebrow curiously. "It seemed the nicest of the four yesterday. I want him to get the nicest dragon. And if not nice, well at least it's the youngest. Less experience on how to kill humans may be a good thing."
"Nobody's dying."
"They have before."
"Nobody's dying."
"Maybe the Welsh Green for Cedric. It's big and scary but based on what we read last night there might be a few tricks to handling it." She said thoughtfully. While it was still somewhat related to the task and the source of her nerves, the question posed by George actually was helping her calm down a little as she thought back to everything she read about each of the dragons.
"Really? Nova's favourite? The woman who called the Horntail prickly?" George reminded, making realization dawn over Gwen's face.
"Maybe not." She shook her head then, thinking of the other three options thoroughly. "The Horntail should go to Krum, surely. He has this whole rough and tough thing going on. I think he wouldn't get too scared by it."
"So, Cedric and Fleur? Short-Snout and Welsh Green?" George listed the last two options, smiling as he looked over at the thoughtful look on her face. She was debating it as if the decision on who gets which really was up to her. "I personally think Fleur should get the Short-Snout."
"Why?" Gwen couldn't help but ask curiously, eyes turning to him again.
"All the Beauxbatons have been cold ever since their arrival. Some of its fire might do them good." He shrugged his shoulders as if it were the most understandable reason. And no matter how hard she tried, Gwen couldn't keep herself from laughing at it.
