'Tell Me Pretty Lies,' by moongirlel

Chapter 43: 'Hoggy, Warty, Hogwarts'

[End Of Beginning- Djo]

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Fri. 2nd September 1994- 5:31pm...

Taking a seat at the Slytherin table, Dumbledore's voice projected through the Great Hall.

"Good evening, children!" He took a step towards his podium, lifting his hands. "It is my great pleasure to welcome you all back to another year at Hogwarts. This year, we are playing host to a legendary event."

He approached a tall object, covered in an old cloth. "A game passed down from generation to generation, for all wizard-kind to perform in." He placed his hand on it.

One swift movement, he removed the cloth and the object burst out into blue and indigo flames. Golden intriguing designs flowed down the tall goblet shaped item.

"The Goblet of Fire! We shall-" His voice trailed off, staring at the main entrance.

We all turn our heads towards Filch jogging down the middle of the tables, whispering to Dumbledore, who pats his back. He left the hall the same way he entered it.

"It seems our guests have arrived! Please, let us put our hands together to welcome the beautiful ladies of the Beauxbatons Academy of Magic, and their wonderful headmistress, Madam Maxime!"

The main door burst open, revealing siren-like women entering. Their uniforms created from silk, and a rich light blue material.

I lean forward on my hand, occasionally glancing to Draco who sat next to me.

He balled his hands up into fists in his lap, watching the girls twirl and kiss the closest students sitting next to them.

I scoff, rolling my eyes from his reaction.

"Attention seekers much?" He whispers underneath his breath.

"Mhm." I reply, almost mesmerised by the last girl. A blonde, performing ballet without a flaw in sight.

Dumbledore greets their headmistress, and they take their seats beside the Ravenclaws. "And now, let us put our hands together, once more, for the fierce men of Durmstrang!"

Slightly older students entered, their sticks hit off the stone, sending light sparks flying across the room.

One knelt down, blowing a charmed fire in the shape of a dragon up into the air, it swirled around the hall. Another performed a summersault, landing with precision on both feet.

Their headmaster, and two more men walked in after the group.

"Bloody hell," Draco muttered.

"That's Viktor Krum." Pansy squealed, leaning over Daphne to pat my arm repeatedly. "Jane, it's Krum."

"Yes, I know who it is." I laugh, watching her unable to sit still.

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"Now that our guests are settled... Hogwarts, let us entertain our guests!" Dumbledore waved his hand, and a large banner with lyrics appeared.

"For fuck sake," Draco mumbled.

I, too, groan as our school breaks out into our school anthem.