After the events in the few days that passed, I couldn't be much more happier that the first task was finally here. Though there were other problems that plagued us, like my ancestry and Ron's issues, we all put those aside for this day.
It took arduous moments and hours earlier in the last few days with Cedric, Fleur (though she was unwilling), and Viktor for me to understand and give strategies suited to their approach.
I admit, during those one-on-one moments with Cedric and Viktor, I've felt more comfortable in their company. Especially Viktor.
After the day we've finally, officially, and normally met, Viktor's been such a delight, and unexpectedly, a gentleman. The Bulgarian man often worried 'bout me especially after what happened during that night; always gave me sweets from Honeydukes whenever he went.
Viktor, whenever we had our moments together, often talked about himself, Durmstrang and how vastly different it was to which I also shared some of my stories both embarrassing and noble. There were moments, too, when Viktor displayed weakness.
It was when he often spoke about his mum and dad that things became a little bit touchy on the subject, but I often carried on with caution as I wanted to stay in his good graces. Hell, I think he knew more than Harry does about me.
While I worked individually with the champions, Cedric and Viktor were more on a tactical and brute approach—especially the latter—but I knew they could've done it without my help regardless.
But as I was helping those lot, I've discovered that Fleur was partially Veela. I've researched them before during my tutoring with mum. They're enchanting beings with unbridled attractiveness. I suggested to use her ancestral charm but with huge caution as it might deduct her points. In her own way, she thanked me with a snarky and arrogant backhanded compliment.
As seats were being sat on, the champions urged me inside once more for our last meeting.
Hermione followed close by me as a ticket inside the tent, wanting to see Harry once more.
As we went inside the canvas, we were greeted by Viktor sitting on his cot contemplating; Cedric pacing back and forth; Harry staying in a corner; Fleur getting ready for the tournament. The only one who had composure were Fleur and Harry despite the latter's oddity.
When we were caught in his peripherals, Harry lit his face up at the sight of us.
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Stigmata | H.P.
Fanfiction[THIS IS CROSS-POSTED FROM AO3] Ever since the witch was born, she had always wished that she retained proper magical education. Due to her situation living in the British Overseas Territory named Gibraltar, the witch was almost never exposed by ma...
