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It's now September 8th, two days since I've been back at Hogwarts. The 7th hour on the clock chimes meaning those looking to enter the Triwizard tournament have exactly an hour to enrol their name. I'm sat on a bench close to the goblet, which is catching the attention of everyone, the azure flames hover over the top, seeking for those to participate.

I look over to my left and see a bunch of Hufflepuffs chanting Cedric Diggory, they are watching him hesitating to put his name in the goblet. He's not hesitant because he's unsure he will win but hesitant because he is one step away from becoming the Hogwarts champion.

Cedric gets past the white ring, the moment the piece of parchment hits the blue glow the great hall falls into applause.

After running back to his friends, in come Fred and George Weasley, they hold a test tube each full of an aging potion. The white ring that Cedric past was an age line, an age line is an enchantment used to prevent people above or below a certain age from accessing a specific object or place.

Fred and George's light bulb moment will slip away when their mythological brains realise no age potion would pass Dumbledore's enchantment. Even Voldemort is scared to go near him, I dare an age potion to.

Astonishingly, they jump past the age line, celebratory noises and claps come from each direction. They ever so slightly tap their aging potion into the goblet but like I suspected, they failed. The flames danced around the room and throw the Weasley twins across the great hall, they sit up from the accident with their faces covered by grey beards.

Blaming each other, they roll around trying to fight, "oh right, you want a piece of me" Fred gets on top of George, "I'll tear your ears off" George threatens. They're now the main attraction as everyone chants 'fight!'

I've seen duels in defence against the dark arts more pleasuring then this, if this is what entertains them I wonder how they would react to one of my family gatherings.

It's radio silent when Viktor Krum strides in with his high master, parchment at hand. He wastes no time enrolling himself, he turns his head towards me and gives an expression which looks inviting but deadly at the same time. If truth be told I raised the corner of my lip at him, but only moderately.

The last bell before curfew chimes, eight o'clock.

Chatter continues as pupils gather around their houses tables, professors rush them to their place before taking their own seats at the front.

"Now the moment you've all been waiting for. The champion selection" Dumbledore announces. He directs his hand past each candle and lamp in the hall to minimises their use, his hands are placed on the goblet before pushing his hands off again. The flame goes from blue to red.

He catches a piece of parchment, "The drumstrang champion is Viktor Krum." He applauds. Those from Drumstrang congratulate Krum before the headmaster catches another piece of parchment flying out from the goblet. "The champion for Beauxbatons is Fleur Delacour" he announces, her school smile and clap at her success as she follows Viktor Krum to the front.

All four houses hung on the edges of their seats, impatient to find out who the Hogwarts champion would be. The last two pieces of parchment flew out one after the other so we all gawped at the goblet, waiting to see who would be claiming the win for Hogwarts.

"The champion for Hogwarts is Cedric Diggory" Dumbledore said Cedric's name with more enthusiasm, he knows he can trust Cedric to win and claim this 'eternal glory' that he speaks of.

Everyone cheers for him, including me, his frame optimistically Carries the rest of his body up to the front, oh boy is he charming being the centre of attention. The glimmer in his eyes speaks more then words, you can tell by looking at him that he wants to make people more then proud of him, his bravery makes me and a lot of the other girls look up at him like we've had a sip of amortentia.

Hopefully, it's not a sip of my metaphorical amortentia because if it's anything compared to one that I would make then we would drop dead at any moment. I'm not doing so well in potions. I'm working on it.

"Excellent! We now have three champions" Dumbledore explodes my brain bubble. "But in the end, only one will go down in history. Only one will hoist this chalice of champions, this vessel of victory, The Triwizard Cup!" He darts his hand towards the cup and it reveals all of its glory. Grazed in blue at the front of the cup is the word 'wiz'. 

The Triwizard cup is like a wishbone for the winner, it will grant hope for the future and good luck to the one who deserves it, or maybe it's more like an idol, a person you've heard so much about but never met but because you look up to them so much, in the end it doesn't matter.

If I could possess something like that cup I know exactly where I would keep it. I would keep it cradled in my arms for Draco Malfoy to see, knowing I have something valuable he can't buy would be wondrous to me but humiliating for him.

Snape steps forward with a confused look scribbled all over his face, we pay attention to where he's looking and see that the goblet is ready to shoot another piece of parchment out. The goblet does as suspected and sends another name flying out, Dumbledore catches it and stutters someone's name before repeating it, "Harry Potter?" Dumbledore sounds petrified but flummoxed at the same time. Dumbledore grows angrier, "HARRY POTTER".

For a boy who survived Voldemort, he sure seems scared.

Draco scoffs, "of course the famous Harry Potter is picked, if I knew fourth years could enter you know I'd be the first to enrol myself" he looks at Crabbe and Goyle who just nod along. "Malfoy pop the veins back into your head, not everything is about you, no fourth years could enter there's been a mix up" I grow tired of his sarcy comments and say to him, to which he raises his eyebrows up at me, "how dare you think you can speak like that to me" Draco spits back at me.

His obnoxiousness blinds me to the point where I forget about Harry Potter for a moment.

Just like Krum, just like Fluer, just like Cedric, Harry reluctantly takes the parchment from Dumbledores hand but soon does and joins the other three contestants at the front. Whilst the other three get the attention by bravery, Harry is stuck with the observation of being a cheat, a conman and being thought of as unfaithful. All things you wouldn't think of as your stereotypical Triwizard Champion.

"Off.too.bed" dumbledore huffs. Long day for an old man.

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Blaise catches up to me pacing down the hall and walks beside me, "you coming with me to my dorm?" Blaise asks. I take a moment, "sure I have nothing else to do". Blaise lightens up with his same old smile, "say 10 minutes?" He raises an eyebrow, "only if you have some fire whiskey stashed somewhere" I test him. He chuckles and points me to my dorm, "now hurry before I drink the whole bottle"

As he disappears down to his dorm, I open my draws for an oversized jumper and some black shorts and leave my hair how it is, neat and tidy. I leave my potion book on my bed side table so I don't forget it for my first lesson tomorrow, I need to come prepared as a way to score points with Snape because my potion skills won't cut it.

Locking my door, I walk straight to the boys dormitories and look for Blaise's room, luckily for me Blaise has his door decorated with his initials in silver. I knock the door and see Marcus stood on the other side, "where's Blaise?" I ask, Marcus looks at me and then back in the room, "currently hogging the joint" he whines.

As I take a peak in the room I see what must be at least ten different Slytherins, they are either huddled on the sofa or making out and sipping alcohol. I walk in and stare at Blaise, "if I told you they were here you wouldn't of came" Blaise slurs, sounding like he's a kid and someone just stole his lollipop. "Fine, just pass me the fire whiskey" I snatch it out of his hands and sit on the beanbag in the corner.

The fire whiskey goes down my throat bitter at first but then captivates me into sipping every last drop. Adrian walks past, "we can use Lotties bottle to spin" Adrian calls out. Daphne, the blonde girl who I sit by in defence against the dark arts, pulls me up and walks me over to where she's sitting, "come on it'll be fun" she smiles.