𝒫𝓇𝑜𝓅𝒽𝑒𝒸𝓎 ~𝙷𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚢 𝙿𝚘𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛

𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝕿𝖜𝖊𝖓𝖙𝖞-𝕹𝖎𝖓𝖊

𝙻𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙻𝚒𝚎𝚜

"ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴀᴅᴅᴇꜱᴛ ᴛʜɪɴɢ ɪꜱ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴀ ᴍɪɴᴜᴛᴇ ᴛᴏ ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴏɴᴇ, ᴡʜᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜ'ᴠᴇ ᴍᴀᴅᴇ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴇᴛᴇʀɴɪᴛʏ." ― ꜱᴀɴᴏʙᴇʀ ᴋʜᴀɴ

*✭˚･ﾟ✧*･ﾟ*✭˚･ﾟ✧*･ﾟ*

I was really starting to miss Quidditch.

It was hard trying to find something to do to occupy my time.

The pranks with the twins were great but even that was getting a little less exciting, though I would never tell them that. I don't think their egos would be able to handle it.

Last night I accidentally fell asleep before I could take the sleeping draught I borrowed from the hospital wing, resulting in me waking up drenched in my own sweat and filled with complete terror.

The location of the nightmare kept changing, one moment I was drowning underwater and the next I was in a sort of vault-like room with shelves and shelves of these glowing orbs.

The journal I started wasn't making any sense either.

I thought maybe if I wrote down everything that happened I could figure out how to channel whatever foresight the Roux bloodline possessed.

But of course, I wasn't getting anywhere.

Everyone around me was busy suddenly.

Hermione was constantly studying or working on her S.P.E.W campaign, Sydney just kept disappearing and I could never find a chance to talk to her, Cedric was never alone - he was always surrounded by his friends or girls asking him to sign their bags - and the twins had detention for the rest of the week.

The only person I was able to ask to go to Hogsmeade with me was Harry.

"If you walk any faster Ara you'll slip on ice," he said as he trailed behind me slightly.

"Harold if you go any slower I'll make you pay for both of our Butterbears."

We pushed past the crowds and finally made it to The Three Broomsticks.

I wasn't surprised by how many people were there, it was a Saturday afternoon. After about five minutes of wandering around the filled room, we found an empty spot.

He pulled out a chair and sat across from me, "So erm-"

"Do you think Madam Rosmerta would let me get a glass of fire whisky if I bribed her with free labor?"

He shook his head, smiling slightly, "I doubt it, I thought you hated the stuff?"

He's referring to when Fred let me try his drink at the Gryffindor party last year, I had forgotten Harry was right there.

I shrugged, "It's an acquired taste."

Madam Rosmerta just then walked by our table, taking our order swiftly before rushing away.

There were many different types of people here. I took note of the French and Romanian words bouncing around.

"D'you think all these people are here for the tasks?" Harry asked wearily, looking at the tables near us.

I tilted my head in the direction of one of the French conversations, "Well considering that woman over there just said 'he is ze tiny boy from ze picture' the answer is probably yes."

Harry sighed and put his head in his hands, propping his elbows up on the table.

The first task was in three days, Cedric told me he had a hunch about what it was gonna be. I could tell all of the champions were eager. Well, everyone but Harry.