Aila Prewett is the only daughter of Fabian Prewett, born to him by the Veela during the First Wizarding War. Both her parents were killed by Voldemort, leaving her in the care of the Weasleys.
As the Triwizard Tournament is held once again, Aila's...
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Through the gates, flanked with statues of winged boars, and up the sweeping drive, the carriages trundled, swaying dangerously in what was fast becoming a gale. Leaning against the window, Aila could see Hogwarts coming nearer, its many lighted windows blurred and shimmering behind the thick curtain of rain. Lightning flashed across the sky as their carriage came to a halt before the great oak front doors, which stood at the top of a flight of stone steps. People who had occupied the carriages in front were already hurrying up the stone steps into the castle. Cedric, Aila, Cho, and Adam jumped down from their carriage and dashed up the steps too, looking up only when they were safely inside the cavernous, torch-lit entrance hall, with its magnificent marble staircase.
“Blimey,” said Ron loudly from up front, shaking his head and sending water everywhere, “if that keeps up, the lake’s going to overflow. I’m soak–Arghh!”
A large, red, water-filled balloon had dropped from out of the ceiling onto Ron’s head and exploded. Drenched and sputtering, Ron staggered sideways into Harry, just as a second water bomb dropped. People all around them shrieked and started pushing one another in their efforts to get out of the line of fire. Aila looked up and saw, floating twenty feet above them, Peeves the Poltergeist, a little man in a bell-covered hat and orange bow tie, his wide, malicious face contorted with concentration as he took aim again. Seeing Aila within radius of the water bomb, he immediately shifted his aim.
“Peeves!” yelled an angry voice. “Peeves, come down here at once!”
Professor McGonagall, deputy headmistress and Head of Gryffindor House, had come dashing out of the Great Hall. She skidded on the wet floor and grabbed Hermione around the neck to stop herself from falling.
“Ouch! Sorry, Miss Granger–”
“That’s all right, Professor!” Hermione gasped, massaging her throat.
“Peeves, get down here now!” barked Professor McGonagall, straightening her pointed hat and glaring upward through her square-rimmed spectacles.
“Not doing nothing!” Peeves cackled, lobbing a water bomb at several fifth-year girls, who screamed and dived into the Great Hall. “Already wet, aren’t they? Little squirts! Wheeeeeeeeee!” And he aimed another bomb at a group of second years who had just arrived.
“I shall call the headmaster!” Professor McGonagall shouted. “I’m warning you, Peeves–”
Peeves stuck out his tongue, threw the last of his water bombs into the air, and zoomed off up the marble staircase, cackling insanely.
“Well, move along, then!” Professor McGonagall said sharply to the bedraggled crowd. “Into the Great Hall, come on!”
Cedric held onto Aila’s hand firmly as he helped her across the slippery floor, careful not to let her slip, and into the Great Hall.
