The Sun and Her Moon- Remus Lupin

Cups and Champions

Aveline was squished in- between Remus and Hagrid as they waited eagerly in the great hall amongst the many rows of excited and eager students.

Today was the day. The day the cup would erupt the names of the 3 chosen champions.

Aveline had to admit, she was nervous. Though part of her was relieved Harry and his friends weren't old enough to put their names in, she had grown fond of many of the older students. She couldn't imagine watching one them struggle and fit in this barbaric tournament.

"Who do you think it's going to be?" Remus whispered to her, leaning in close so she could hear him.

"Hmm," Aveline though, her eyes scanning over the crowd of students. "Angelina Johnson seems like a likely candidate. Or maybe that Hufflepuff boy— Cedric Diggory?"

Remus nodded in agreement, "Fred and George came to my door last night right pissed off they couldn't enter. Asked me if I could think of any ways to avoid Dumbledore's age line."

She raised an eyebrow at him. They were squished shoulder to shoulder, and she could barely see anything except the corner of his face.

"You didn't help them did you?" she asked.

The man scoffed, "Merlin no. First of all, I'm not helping them enter a death tournament. Second of all, it's impossible. There's no way anyone could avoid Dumbledore's age line."

Aveline nodded her head, though Remus's words made her think. As an auror, that's how her brain had been trained to work, thinking about every possibility of what could go wrong in a given situation.

Even now sitting in the crowd, she was mentally preparing what she would do of someone came in and attacked them.

"Dumbledore's age line is probably as tamper proof as they get," she agreed with a nod of the head, "but theoretically if they wanted to tamper they could've done it before the age line was drawn. I mean, the cup itself is ancient magic. You couldn't change it but you could add to it. If I was them I enchant it to add an extra school or something that was not affected by Dumbledore's age restrictions. Add my name under that school and boom. The cup would have to pick my name."

She had been so deep in thought she was gazing off in the distance while she spoke out loud.
This was just how her brain worked— she was trained to think and act like some of the Darkest Wizards.

Though Remus Lupin, didn't know this. From beside her the man was staring at her with slightly alarmed eyes and a titled face.

"H-how did you come up—" he began, but was cut off by Dumbledore raising his arms and calling for silence.

Fuck, Aveline thought as she scanned Remus alarmed face, she really shouldn't have said that.

She half listened to Dumbledore give his whirlwind speech of what the chosen champions would need to know. She was too focused on the way Remus was avoiding her eyes.

"The champion for Durmstrang," began Dumbledore. "will be.... Viktor Krum."

To no suprise, the room erupted with loud cheers and hollers. This Krum boy, was a well known Quidditch player. Though Aveline had never seen him play herself, she had heard whispers about him through the halls.

"The champion for Beauxbatons is..... Fleur Delacour."

The girl that stood up was stunning. An elfish look to her with long blonde hair and a bright smile full of white teeth.

It didn't take long for Aveline to notice — she had Veela blood.

Now, for the champion Aveline and Remus were most excited about. Both were at the edge of their seats as Dumbledore reached his hand into the blue flame, reaching for a piece of parchment and yelling out :

"Cedric Diggory."

Aveline cheered loudly along with the rest of the Hogwarts students and staff. The Hufflepuffs's were yelling the loudest, and Aveline beamed with pride— she was proud to see her old house so electric.

The hall began to settle down, and Aveline nudged Remus in the side, "I told you," she whispered.

"Cedric will make Hogwarts proud," Lupin whispered back.

A confused murmur ran through the room, and Aveline looked up to see the Goblet — which had been dying down just moments ago— was fluttered again?

She wasn't familiar with the tournament procedures, but based on the curious look Dumbledore was giving it, this was out of the ordinary.

A tingle went down Aveline's spine, and as if on instinct, she grabbed Remus's hand in a nervous hold.

Then, a burst as a fourth piece of paper fluttered out.

The room was so silent a pin drop could be heard, the only sound Dumbledore's hand snatching the paper from the wind.

As his eyes read whatever the parchment said, he seemed unbothered. Calm even.

Though Aveline Rosier knew Albus well enough to catch the ever so slight way his eyebrow flicked.

Whatever was on that piece of paper, it wasn't good.

"Harry Potter," Dumbledore called out to the room in a loud voice.

"No!" Aveline gasped, her heart beating fast as whispers and mumbles started to breakout throughout the room.

No this couldn't be happening.

From beside her, Aveline felt Remus remove his hand from her hold.

Eyes were flickering in every direction, trying to find Harry, who sat tucked in with his friends— a white, place face.

"Of course Potters a champion," Someone scoffed in a mocking tone. "He's the chosen one after all."

Aveline bit back her urge to send a curse flying at the owner of the voice.

"Harry Potter," Dumbledore repeated again, beckoning him to the front of the room, "come here please."

All eyes were turned to the black haired boy, as with a shell shocked expression he got up from his seat, and began to make his way to the front of the room to go through the door and meet with the rest of the champions.

It was horrifying, whispers following him as every single person was at the edge of their seat.

Once Harry had walked down the hall, Aveline felt Remus practically throw himself up to follow Mcgonagall, Dumbledore and Snape down the hall, where they were rushing to meet him.

Aveline didn't hesitate, standing up and practically pushing kids out of the way to follow.