Champions

✧༺ Chapter Eight ༻✧

Rory:

I'm literally going to kill myself. This is ridiculous. I'm pretending to listen to Krum talk, but I can literally feel Diggory gloating behind me, and so help me god if he says one word I'm going to castrate him. Why did I enter this stupid fucking tournament? I'm an idiot! Clearly, my pettiness gets in the way of any rational thoughts. Once everyone gets through niceties, we all start wandering around the room. I move away from Diggory, watching him out of the corner of my eye, and while he's distracted with a plaque, I focus my full attention on him. I haven't spoken to him since we were first years, at Hogwarts for the first time. I study his brown hair, grey eyes, and sharp bone structure. As much as I despise him, I can admit he's bloody attractive. Why do I hate him you might ask? Oh, well I'm so glad you brought this up! When we first got to Hogwarts at eleven years old, he ditched me when we first got here and literally didn't speak to me for an entire month. After that, I realized there was no hope, and decided that we were to become mortal enemies. So, ever since then, I've been a complete and utter asshole to him. Dramatic? Probably. Did I have other friends? Yes. But he was my closest friend since birth and I'm a petty bitch.

"Rory, you're staring."

Asshole. "I know. I'm brainstorming different ways I could murder you and get away with it."

"Interesting. You look awfully serene considering about two minutes ago you looked like you were on the precipice of a mental breakdown."

"Really? Well, right now I'm on the precipice of shoving my wand up your ass." I flash him a dry smile.

"Charming as ever, love-" He's interrupted (thank god) by Harry Potter walking into the room.

Wait, what? He's, like, nine years old for fucks sake. As soon as Potter wanders into the room, Dumbledore comes barging in like a fucking lunatic. He corners Potter and starts yelling at him, but I'm honestly tuning him out. I can't be bothered anymore. I honestly feel bad for this kid. This old, bearded man is constantly on his ass. Personally, I would've cut his balls off and fed them to his phoenix by now. But that's just me. What gets my attention is Barty Crouch Senior telling Potter that he needs to compete in the tournament. Alone. This poor kid can never catch a fucking break. Dumbledore starts blabbing again, but he's looking at all of us this time, so I assume it's important, which is the only reason I start listening again. "Each pair of champions will be sharing their own private living quarters for the duration of this tournament."

Oh. My. God. Nope. I'm done. I'm officially ending my life. "Professor, I don't think it's appropriate for Mr. diggory-"

"Miss Everly, I assure you that you and Mr. Diggory will get along just fine. Your quarters are located in the Dungeons behind the portrait of The Bloody Baron. The password is 'acromantula'."

"Bu-"

"Rory." Diggory's voice stops me from chopping off Dumbledore's ugly ass beard and selling it on the fucking black market. I turn around and he nods his head towards the door. I sigh, give Dumbledore one last glare, and let him lead me out of the room. As soon as we're out of earshot from everyone I turn and face him, my hands on my hips.

"What the hell! It's bad enough that I have to work with you for the tournament, let alone live with you!"

"Love-"

"STOP CALLING ME THAT!"

"Rory, calm down please." He's smiling. I hate him. "Let's just go see the room before you murder someone, okay?"

"Fine."

He nods, still smiling, and starts walking towards the dungeons. After a few painful, silent minutes of walking, we stop at the portrait.