Dirty Blood

Chapter 6

But there are only two extra people, Harry said after we sat down at our table. I yawned and looked where Harry was looking. "Why's Filch putting out four extra chairs? Who else is coming?"

"Eh?" Ron said, he was still staring at Krum.

"Maybe the minister?" I said, shrugging my shoulders. "Or Barty Crouch"

When all the students had entered the hall and settled down at their house tables, the staff entered, filling up the top table and taking their seats. Last in line was Professor Dumbledore, Karkaroff, and Madame Maxime. Karkaroff glared at me, I merely smirked back, feeling accomplished that I had gotten under his skin. "He's a traitor to our family." Father sneered in my head, his voice echoing through my mind and pounding at my temple. When Madame Maxime appeared the visitors from Beauxbatons leapt to their feet. A few Hogwarts students laughed, however, they seemed quite unembarrassed. They only sat once Madame Maxime did. Dumbledore remained standing and a very loud silence fell over the great hall.

"Good evening, ladies, gentleman, ghosts and– more particularly– guests," Dumbledore said, beaming around at the foreign students. "I have great pleasure in welcoming you all to hogwarts. I hope and trust that your stay here will be most comfortable and enjoyable."

One of the Beauxbatons girls still clutching a muffler around her face gave a derisive laugh.

"No one's making you stay!" Hermione whispered. I leaned closer to her and whispered.

"Her names Elosie, she's always been a pampered brat" Hermione smiled at me.

"Why are you speaking with the Mudblood?"Father sneered, once again.

I ignored him, not wanting to deal with his pissy ass today. The tournament will be officially opened at the end of the feast, Said Dumbledore. "I now invite you all to eat, drink, and make yourselves at home!"

He sat down and Karkaroff immediately began whispering in his ear, sending me a nervous side eye every fifteen to twenty seconds.

The plates in front of us filled with food as per usual, but what wasn't usual was the Bouillabaisse that appeared.

"What is that?" Ron said, his nose turned up at the Bouillabaisse.

"Bouillabaisse," I answered. "It's a traditional french dish"

The great hall seemed much more crowded than usual, even though there were barely twenty extra students.

Hagrid sidled into the hall through a door behind the staff table twenty minutes after the start of the feast. He slid into his seat at the end and waved at us.

"How are the Skrewts Hagrid?" I called.

"They're thrivin, Enya," Hagrid called back smiling. I suppose he was happy someone was actually involved in his class.

"Yeah I bet they are," Ron grumbled quietly. "Looks like they finally found a food source they liked, Hagrids fingers."

At that moment a girl from Beauxbatons came up to us. She had taken off her muffler. "Excuse me, are you wanting ze bouillabaisse?"

It was Fluer, of course it was Fluer I thought smiling and rolling my eyes. Ron went purple. He stared up at her, opened his mouth to reply, but nothing came out except a faint gurgling noise. "Oui bien sûr "(Yes of course) I said, pushing the plate towards her.

"Ah, Enya, je ne savais pas que tu venais à Poudlard" (Ah, Enya, I didn't know you were coming to the Hogwarts) Fleur said, taking the dish and walking back to the table.

"Shes a Veela!" Ron said hoarsely to Harry.

"Yes she is" I said, watching her walk back to her table.