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act one chapter two
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"IS SHE LOOKING?"
"No, you're good." Lyra looks over the heads of Gryffindors at the teacher's table where a calm-looking Minerva McGonagall is talking to Professor Flitwick. She sits back down, smiling at Wren, who is crouched underneath the table with her elbows on the bench. "Wren, get up. You look stupid."
Neville watches from across his friends as Wren grunts and huffs to lift herself up on to the bench, with Lyra's hand as support. He leans closer. "Are you okay?" His voice becomes higher at the end.
"Yes, why?"
"Because you're a fit Chaser yet you're acting like you're 80-years old." Lyra says, dusting her skirt off and straightening her tie. She rests her chin on her palm with her elbow on the table, bright eyes teasing Wren.
"You train with Flint as captain, and you'd understand how my body is still recovering from last season." Wren defends herself, cracking her neck and letting out a sigh of relief.
"Alright, Quinn?" Fred Weasley nods at her from next to Lyra, causing a few familiar heads to turn.
"Alright, Weasley" Wren tips her imaginary hat at the ginger, earning a smirk.
In the sea of lions, Lyra's best friend is the only snake that wouldn't get her head bitten off for sitting with the Gryffindors and not across the hall with Slytherin house. Wren didn't care about other's opinions on her anyway, gladly accepting the glares she got in first year when she started the habit of sitting with her best friends. Over the years, Gryffindors just got over themselves and didn't bother with showing their disliking to her house, just as long as she didn't cause any trouble. Lyra's intimidating glare is also a reason nobody messes with Wren. Many of Lyra and Neville's friends befriended Wren too.
There's just the tiny problem of McGonagall scolding her every year when she catches her. Tonight may be Wren's lucky night.
The hall hushes into a silence when Albus Dumbledore steps onto his podium, smiling warmly at the many youthful faces. "Well, now we're all settled in and sorted, I'd like to make an announcement. This castle will not only be your home this year but home to some very special guests as well. You see, Hogwarts has been chosen-"
Lyra frowns when he is interrupted by Filch running inside, her interest peaked at the mention of special guests.
Filch quickly, barely breathing, runs back outside after whispering hastily with Dumbledore. The headmaster clears his throat to bring the attention back to him as students snickered at seeing the short man's state. "So Hogwarts has been chosen to host a legendary event: The Triwizard Tournament."
