ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ʜɪꜱ (ʜᴘ x ꜰᴇᴍ! ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ)

Y4 જ⁀➴ The Four Champions

"Nice one!" Someone says.

The blue flame crackles, a glowing circle lining the cup. Many rounds of applause fills the room, and I'm sitting quietly at the side, reading 'Beauty and the Beast'. It's quite interesting, because it's a common saying that the Beast doesn't get the Beauty. (AN: SORRY I JUST HAD TO INCLUDE A POWERLESS REFERENCE)

My eyes perk up as I smell the familiar scent of vanilla. They land on no other than Cedric Diggory, the man who once gave me his jacket on the train. He's laughing as his friends shove him over gently to the goblet. 

His pale skin reflects the intimidating blue of the flame, as he confidently drops a piece of parchment in, the paper reading: Cedric Diggory.

Another round of applause follows, and my eyes no longer linger on the pages of Belle, but rather the Beauty in front of me, embracing other sixth years. 

Ron and Harry sit down beside me. "Eternal glory," Ron breathes. "It would be brilliant, wouldn't it? Three years from now when we're old enough to be chosen."

"Yeah," Harry says. "Rather you than me." His jacket sleeves are rolled up to his elbows, his collar peeking out. Two voices shouting, advance. Fred and George. 

"Yeah, yeah, YEAH!" The pair shout, they hop around the room as they swing around two small glass vials. They walk around as if they are celebrities. "Thank you," they chorus, as people start to pat them on the back. 

"Well lads, we've done it!" Fred exclaims. 

George continues. "Cooked it up just this morning!"

Hermione joins the three of us. "It's not going to work," she says in a singsong voice.

"It's most likely not to," I say, disapprovingly. The pair of redhead twins crouch over us from behind, they push Harry and Ron out of the way.

"Oh, yeah?"

"And why's that, Granger, Celeste?"

The pair look at us, their chocolate eyes crinkling as they beam.

"You see this," Hermione answers. "This is an Age Line." She makes a sphere motion with her fingers, pointing out the circle before us. "Dumbledore drew it himself." I nod.

"So?"

I scoff lightly, my smile still on my face. I place my book to the side. "So, a genius like Dumbledore couldn't possibly be fooled by a dodge as pathetically dimwitted as an Aging Potion." The syllables roll off my tongue with ease. 

"Ah, you see, you two. That's why it's so brilliant." Fred states.

George laughs. "'Cause it's so pathetically dimwitted."

The twins rise, and stand a metre away from the goblet. They start to shake their small vials intensely. 

"Ready Fred?"

"Ready George."

In unison, they say, "bottoms up!" 

They chug from the bottles and jump into the circle simultaneously. 

Everyone waits for three seconds. Nothing happens, and I narrow my eyes as the crowd cheers. Fred and George start to jump, "yesss!" The two grin, eyes landing on Mimi and I. They fish the two pieces of parchment out of their pockets, holding their hands to the flame. 

The flame shrivels the parchment hungrily. "Yes!" They chorus again, and suddenly the blue flame spreads, shoving the pair outside of the circle.

I snort and I start to laugh unmannerly. Hermione tries to keep in her laugh, using my book to hit me on the shoulder lightly.