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( 𝔳𝔬𝔩𝔲𝔪𝔢 𝔦𝔦, 𝖈𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝖙𝖜𝖊𝖓𝖙𝖞-𝖘𝖊𝖛𝖊𝖓 ) — the third task
Evangeline's nerves mounted as the twenty-fourth of June grew closer; they were worse than those she had felt during the first and second task. Although this was the final hurdle, and the tournament would finally be over after, it was as if there was a hook in her stomach. It nicked and nagged at her core, growing unbearable as she entered a side chamber just off the Great Hall.
Cedric and his parents were inside, all three of them beaming with bright smiles. Viktor was stood in a corner, conversing with his dark-haired mother and father in rapid Bulgarian (he had definitely inherited his father's hooked nose). Nearer to the door, Fleur was jabbering away to her mother in loud French, which Evangeline did her best to resist the urge of eavesdropping — her family had French roots after all, so it was only right she was taught the language from a young age.
Mrs Weasley, Bill, and the pure-blood brunette were situated by the roaring fireplace. They smiled warmly as Harry slowly approached them, a disbelieving expression settling in his features.
''Surprise!'' Molly exclaimed excitedly, bending down to kiss the Potter boy on the cheek. ''Thought we'd come and watch you, Harry!''
''You all right?'' Bill grinned, shaking Harry's hand. ''Charlie wanted to come, but couldn't get time off. He said you were incredible against the Horntail.''
''Harry!'' Evangeline greeted, enveloping the fourteen year old into a motherly like hug. If Harry didn't know better, he would've mistaken her embrace for Lily's. ''Remus sends his best wishes. He wanted to be here, but given last years circumstances . . . well, he thought it would be a better idea not to.''
''This is all really nice of you lot,'' Harry muttered. ''I thought for a moment — the Dursleys—''
Molly pursed her lips, holding her tongue about the Muggle family. She had refrained from outright criticising them in front of Harry, but her eyes flashed in disdain every time they were mentioned.
Evangeline, however, didn't have this problem.
''Oh, that horrible lot,'' she rolled her eyes. ''They would not even be able to step foot into Hogwarts — it appears as an abandoned castle to those of their kind, you see.''
