third task

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agathokakological (adj.) - composed of both good and evil.

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"You really should be studying for exams, Blythe" Harry says as he points his wand forward.

"I don't mind helping" I smile, laying back against the patchy grass as the shade falls over me.

The mood soon shifted again in June as the third and final task was a week before the end of term.

The buzz around the school had become rampant as students all around began speculating on the potential outcomes of the task.

Harry let out a breath, wiping the sweat that had started to bead his forehead as he walked over towards me.

I squint up at him, flashing him a smile. "Your form is good. You're really getting the hang of those spells."

"Thanks, B" the boy replies crouching down so that we were at eye level.

I stare at him for a moment, my eyes searching his as he lets out a breath.

Cho and a group of her friends soon round the corner their conversation soon dying at the sight of us.

Harry and I quickly move away from one another, apparent that we're being watched.

"Hi Harry" Cho

I ruffle up his hair, creating distance between the two of u

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The twenty fourth of June soon arrives as Harry and I sit shoulder to shoulder at breakfast.

Breakfast was rowdy at the Gryffindor table as Harry attempted to at least stomach something.

"You'll be fine" I whisper, nudging my shoulder against his.

The brunet haired boy gives me a weak smile as he stares down at his plate, his smile vanishing quickly.

Harry and I finish up breakfast before parting ways, Harry following Professor McGonnogall towards a chamber to exchange greetings with the champion's respective families.

"Loveheart!"

I turn slightly as Pansy, Daphne and their small gang of Slytherin girls tailing behind them.

I clutch my books tightly as I set my jaw.

"Where's your boyfriend?" Daphne teases. "got tired of seeing your ruddy curls?"

The girls laugh in unison at Daphne's distasteful joke.

"Always a pleasure chatting with you, Daphne" I coo, eyeing her. "do tell does anything of value ever leave your mouth?"

The girls falter for a moment as Daphne stares at me angrily, her green eyes dark.

"You think you're better than everyone here, Loveheart?" Pansy snarls, her nose scrunching. "you think just because you're Potter's favorite little puppy you're better than us?"

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