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"Why was there a fliyng carriage and a submarine ship?" Reyna asks her friends who shrug. "They literally doing the opposite of what they were designed for"
"Now we're all settled in and sorted," Professor Dumbledore says, stopping anyone from providing any theories. "I'd like to make an announcement. This castle will not only be your home this year but home to some very special guests as well. You see Hogwarts has been chosen-"
As the doors of the Great Hall burst open with a loud bang, Argus Filch makes a sudden appearance and dashes down the aisle between the tables. Reyna couldn't help but chuckle at the sight of his comical, high-knee run. The man swiftly reaches the podium and discreetly whispers into Professor Dumbledore's ear, who nods in comprehension. Filch then turns around and sprints back, causing even more laughter to arise from the students and even small, amused smiles from staff seated in the Great Hall.
"So Hogwarts has been chosen to host a legendary event," Dumbledore says. "The Tri-Wizard tournament. Now for those of you who do not know, the tri-wizard tournament brings together three schools for a series of magical contests. From each school, a single contestant is selected to compete. Now let me be clear, if chosen you stand alone. And trust me when I say these contests are not for the faint-hearted, but more of that later. For now please join me in welcoming the lovely ladies of the Beauxbatons Academy of Magic and their headmistress Madam Maxime"
The doors to the Great Hall open once again to reveal a group of girls in silk, sky-blue uniformed dresses and blue hats. The girls begin to run down the aisle and all eyes were on their behinds as they run.
"Bloody hell," Ron murmurs.
Reyna admires the girls, catching the eye of one of the girls who shoots Reyna a coy smile and a wink before turning her head forward once again. The girls sigh softly, sinking slightly into curtseys. It's then that Reyna notices blue paper butterflies fluttering into the sky with wisps of blue smoke, adding a touch of whimsy to the moment.
"You caught her eye, Reyna," Ginny nudges the girl who rolls her eyes.
"What can I say? I'm irresistible,"
A young girl, no older than ten, begins to perform a routine of extremely impressive gymnastics. She was followed by an extremely tall woman who was accompanied by a blonde girl who bore a familial resemblance to the gymnast.
"Blimey that's one big woman," Seamus comments.
The girl who had winked at Reyna sits next to the witch, extending a hand with a soft smile on her face.
"My name is Isabelle,"
"Reyna,"
"And now our friends from the north, please greet the proud sons of Durmstrang and the high master Igor Karkaroff"
As the door opens once again, a group of young boys dressed in fur-lined uniforms enter the room with their bo staffs held high. With awe-inspiring precision, they twirl their staffs in their hands and slam them against the floor, creating a shower of sparks. Some of the boys discard their staffs, before beginning to perform somersaults. When they land on their feet they begin to charge forward. Reyna is transfixed as she watches one particular boy blow a fiery dragon from the end of his lit bo staff. The display of skill and mastery is both breathtaking and captivating.
"So Reyna," Isabelle turns to the witch in question. "Are you single?"
Reyna's friends fall silent as they all begin to eavesdrop on the conversation between the witches. The ember-haired witch was acutely aware of George's eye boring into her skull as she keeps eye contact with Isabelle.
The witch was undeniably stunning, as her skin had a lovely tan hue while her hair cascaded down to her waist in a dark raven shade. Her eyes were captivating in a way that made Reyna feel as if she was looking into onyx stones due to their deep, rich brown colour.
"I-" Reyna looks to George before she shakes her head. "It's complicated, I'm sorry"
"I'm not surprised," Isabelle beams at Reyna. "A witch as gorgeous as yourself should be appreciated"
"Your attention please!" Dumbledore shouts over the general hubbub. "I would like to say a few words. Eternal glory is what awaits the student who wins the tri-wizard tournament. But to do this that student must survive three tasks. Three extremely dangerous tasks. For this reason, the ministry has seen fit to impose a new rule. To explain all this we have the head of the Department of international magic cooperation, Mister Bartimus Crouch"
Bartimus Crouch stands up but his speech is interrupted by the doors to the Great Hall swinging open, revealing a figure standing in the doorway.
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