the lion and the badger | n. tonks

༄ the goblet of fire

Lyra rested her head on Tonks her chest, the younger girl running a hand through the older girl her hair.

They had been planning some stuff for the wedding and they made sure to enjoy the time they had together whenever they were both off work.

It was now October and Lyra was leaving to go help with the Triwizard Tournament soon since she was going to help Madam Pomfrey.

"Please say you're coming back for Christmas break." said Tonks.

"I'll come back for Christmas break and then go back to help out again." said Lyra and Tonks nodded.

Lyra got up and got ready before both her and Tonks went downstairs.

Lyra gave Tonks a quick kiss before she left. She could hear Tonks complaining behind her as she chuckled and waved goodbye.

The moment Lyra made it into Hogsmeade, she let out a sigh and ran a hand through her hair before she started making her way up to the castle.

When she got to the castle, she put her stuff in the room she would be staying in before making her way up to the Great Hall.

She entered with Mr. Crouch and Mr. Bagman and she sat down between McGonagall and Madam Pomfrey.

"I missed Hogwarts food." said Lyra, eating some potatoes.

Once the golden plates had been wiped clean, Dumbledore stood up again. A pleasant sort of tension seemed to fill the Hall now.

"The moment has come," said Dumbledore, smiling around at the sea of upturned faces, "The Triwizard Tournament is about to start. I would like to say a few words of explanation before we bring in the casket I want to clarify the procedure that we will be following this year. But first, let me introduce, for those who do not know them, Mr. Bartemius Crouch, Head of the Department of International Magical Cooperation" - there was a smattering of polite applause - "and Mr. Ludo Bagman, Head of the Department of Magical Games and Sports."

There was a much louder round of applause for Bagman than for Crouch, perhaps because of his fame as a Beater, or simply because he looked so much more likable. He acknowledged it with a jovial wave of his hand. Bartemius Crouch did not smile or wave when his name was announced.

"And lastly, Miss Lyra Silver, who has offered to help out teachers here, along with helping Madam Pomfrey." said Dumbledore.

Lyra got up as people clapped extremely loudly before she sat back down again.

"Mr. Bagman and Mr. Crouch have worked tirelessly over the last few months on the arrangements for the Triwizard Tournament," Dumbledore continued, "and they will be joining myself, Professor Karkaroff, and Madame Maxime on the panel that will judge the champions' efforts."

At the mention of the word "champions," the attentiveness of the listening students seemed to sharpen.

Perhaps Dumbledore had noticed their sudden stillness, for he smiled as he said, "The casket, then, if you please, Mr. Filch."

Filch, who had been lurking unnoticed in a far corner of the Hall, now approached Dumbledore carrying a great wooden chest encrusted with jewels. It looked extremely old.

A murmur of excited interest rose from the watching students; Dennis Creevey actually stood on his chair to see it properly, but, being so tiny, his head hardly rose above anyone else's.

"The instructions for the tasks the champions will face this year have already been examined by Mr. Crouch and Mr. Bagman," said Dumbledore as Filch placed the chest carefully on the table before him, "and they have made the necessary arrangements for each challenge. There will be three tasks, spaced throughout the school year, and they will test the champions in many different ways, their magical prowess - their daring - their powers of deduction - and, of course, their ability to cope with danger."