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The spacious Great Hall was currently brimming with anticipation, as every single student from the three prominent schools and every single faculty member eagerly awaited the commencement of the champion selection. The palpable excitement in the air was practically thrumming, creating an electrifying atmosphere that could be felt by all.
"Sit down, please. And now the moment you've all been waiting for, the selection of the champions!" Dumbledore calls out to the occupants of the Great Hall.
A silence quickly befalls the hall as eyes lock on blue flames. It was so quiet that you could have heard a pin drop. Apprehension weighs heavy on the air as potential champions sit up straighter.
The Headmaster waves his hand over the magical blue flame which is quick to turn red. All eyes follow the movement of the singed piece of parchment as it drifts to Dumbledore's hand. The wizard unfolds the parchment, his eyes scanning the contents.
"The Durmstrang champion is Viktor Krum!"
A thunderous applause rings through the Great Hall as the Durmstrang champion gets to his feet. The other Durmstrang students begin to stamp their feet against the floor as Krum is directed through a small doorway.
The flames turn red again before a circular piece of blue paper drifts down. Dumbledore catches the piece of paper before carefully unfolding it
"The champion for Beauxbatons," Dumbledore calls. "is Fleur Delacour"
Applause fills the air as people politely applaud the blonde but Reyna's attention was diverted to the Ravenclaw table. Some of the Beauxbaton students were sobbing, borderline wailing, as they clutched onto one another.
"Pathetic," Reyna scoffs, watching as the girls attempt to console each other.
The witch was distracted by the spectacle, only focusing on the event at hand when Professor Dumbledore begins to speak.
"The Hogwarts Champion," Dumbledore reads the parchment. "-Caleb Diggory!"
Reyna shakes her head before she gets to her feet, and swiftly exits the hall. The cheers fade as Reyna puts more distance between herself and the hall, pulling her black cloak from her bag.
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The black-cloaked figure enters the Forbidden Forest, her eyes scanning the area around her before decreeing she could continue in her walk. Leaves crunch and sticks snap under her feet as she wanders along the trodden path. Reyna stops in her tracks when a familiar snarl fills the air. Her chest tightens slightly as she turns to face the Burned One that was approaching her.
"Fuck,"
The witch turns on her heel, breaking into a run towards the treeline that would put her back in the protective boundaries of Hogwarts. Screeching fills the air as the Burned One begins to chase after her, accompanied by two more which had appeared. Reyna's eyes lock on Harry and Hermione who had clearly followed her on her walk.
"RUN!" Reyna shouts. "GO, GO, GO!"
Reyna turns as the familiar sword appears in her hand. The witch raises the sword, positioning herself into a fighting stance as she stares at the three. Her ember hair fans out behind her as she spins, kicking the burned one in the face before swinging the sword, cleaving its head in half. Reyna turns before decapitating the second Burned One with a skilled swing of her sword.
Reyna lets out a shout when the third Burned One slams into her, sending her crashing into the floor. The witch rolls backwards, landing in a crouched position as her eyes glow luminous orange. Reyna places her hand on the floor and instantly fire begins to tear across the leaves, heading straight for the Burned One.
The Burned One lets out a series of pained shrieks as the flames wrap around it like chains. The fire gradually tightens around the Burned One until it explodes, coating Reyna in its blood, guts and a whole array of bodily fluids.
The witch grimaces as she walks towards the border of the forest, her sword disappearing as she walks. From a distance, she could see Harry and Hermione who were flanked by three figures. Professors McGonagall, Snape and Moody were hurrying towards the forest, their wands drawn.
"I need a shower,"
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Reyna examines the gash on her arm, cursing as she drips murtlap essence into the wound. Hermione begins dressing the wound before wrapping a bandage around the witch's arm.
"Are you sure you don't need Madam Pomfrey?" Hermione asks, inspecting her handiwork.
"Incensis injuries can't be healed by magic or runes," Reyna shakes her head. "Just good old-fashioned healing"
"The Professors are putting stronger wards up," Hermione informs the witch. "The incensis and Harry's name coming out of the goblet-"
"What?"
"Oh, you didn't know that part yet," Hermione grimaces. "Harry has to compete in the tournament"
"He has to fucking what?!"
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