I'm a Good Snake (Harry Potter Fan Fiction) | Book 1

Seven

After supper a lot of students who weren't interested left the Great Hall and main entrance, not caring to watch who entered their names into the cup. Those who did stay around were mostly sixth and seventh years for Hogwarts, along with all the guest students. Younger students did stick around, but usually for the moral support of older friends going into the circle and entering their name.

Rosalie eyed the blue flames and the many hands that touched them. Every time a Beauxbatons student entered their name, she couldn't help but feel mesmerized by their appearance. Those who were Durmstrang looked almost invisible due to their dark, warm cloaks seeming black against the blue light bouncing off. And for her fellow higher-ups in school, all were different depending on how they preferred to wear their uniform. She'd mentally note those who were entering their name if from Hogwarts.

She'd start to even doze off on her spot on a set of bleachers provided, not paying attention to time until a hand came on her shoulder and shook her back to being alert. Rosalie's head turned and she'd see Martyn standing just behind her.

"Say, you have a piece of parchment or anything I can write my name on?"

Rosalie's hard eyes darkened slightly and lowered as she locked eyes with her friend. "I said no. I'm not going to give you anything to put your name on to enter."

Martyn raised his hands and his relaxed expression donned a smile. "Kidding, kidding! Just taking the piss with ya." He'd poke her forehead lightly before offering her a hand to take. "C'mon. It's late. And you're not a fifth-year, so curfew is about to hit for you."

"Is it almost eight?" Rosalie asked while rubbing one eye.

Martyn nodded his head. "Yeah. And it looks like Heidi left you already, so want me to walk with you to your dorm?"

Rosalie let out a yawn before giving a soft smile. "Yeah, that would be greatly appreciated."

"Then come on, sleepyhead," Martyn spoke as he helped Rosalie get up and also wrapped an arm around her for some support. "You don't want to fall down in this state."

"Mmm no," Rosalie agreed. "Scottie Ashburn, a second year, tripped and cracked his skull on the stairs within the first week of going back to our dorm. The kid had to be carried by two of our prefects to Madam Pomfrey."

"Ouch. That's painful."

The two walked together, Rosalie feeling a bit of warmth growing inside of her from Martyn's care of guiding her back. She'd even sneak a glance up at him while he wasn't looking. While most would say he looks odd and dorky, she loved his uniqueness and how he was not afraid to be himself. Over time knowing him, it made her begin to want to be more than just friends with the older Hufflepuff. Maybe, with what she had read in the Triwizard Tournament history book, she could finally try by asking him to the Yule Ball it talked about in the book. If it were to take place again with the revival of the tournament.

"I think this is it?" Martyn questioned the stones protruding out of the wall a bit.

Rosalie took a moment to study the spot. "Yeah, that's the Slytherin dorm. Thank you again for getting me here so late."

Martyn let go and opened his arms for a hug. "No problem, now sleep well, nerd."

Rosalie accepted the hug and also bid him goodnight, speaking the password after he left the area. Once inside, she was fast to get to bed, now preparing herself for the business of both Halloween tomorrow and seeing new people as well.

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Already were the decorations up and floating through the air. Lit pumpkin lanterns floated in the air instead of the usual candles, and bats currently rested in the morning sunlight so they could fly around during the feast that night. Even the usual breakfast food had extras that morning, a popular one being cinnamon rolls shaped and glazed to look like pumpkins.