The Turn Of Events (Harry Potter)

4.12(Harry Potter)

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THIRD PERSON POV

The appearance of the sign in the entrance hall had a marked effect on the inhabitants of the castle. During the following week, there seemed to be only one topic of conversation, no matter where anyone went: the Triwizard Tournament.

When they went down to breakfast on the morning of the thirtieth of October, they found that the Great Hall had been decorated overnight. Enormous silk banners hung from the walls, each of them representing a Hogwarts House.

Behind the teachers' table, the largest banner of all bore the Hogwarts coat of arms: lion, eagle, badger, and snake united around a large letter H.

The seven of them sat down beside Fred and George at the Gryffindor table. Once again, and most unusually, they wer esitting apart from everyone else and conversing in low voices. Ron led the way over to them.

"It's a bummer, all right," George was saying gloomily to Fred."But if he won't talk to us in person, we'll have to send him the letter after all. Or we'll stuff it into his hand. He can't avoid us forever."

"Who's avoiding you?" said Ron, sitting down next to them."Wish you would," said Fred, looking irritated at the interruption."What's a bummer?" Ron asked George."Having a nosy git like you for a brother," said George.

"God they are so good" Marlene laughed slapping Mary's hand who just sighed annoyedly. 

Ron made a face as the others laughed at him.

"Wonder what the tasks are going to be?" said Ron thoughtfully."You know, I bet we could do them, Harry. We've done dangerous stuff before. . . ."

"We probably got more experience than those seventh years" Adalyn said as the others nodded.

"She has a point" Remus said nodding. 

There was a pleasant feeling of anticipation in the air that day.Nobody was very attentive in lessons, being much more interested in the arrival that evening of the people from Beauxbatons and Durmstrang; even Potions was more bearable than usual, as it was half an hour shorter.

When the bell rang early, the group raced up to Gryffindor Tower, deposited their bags and books as they had been instructed, pulled on their cloaks, and rushed back downstairs into the entrance hall.

The Heads of Houses were ordering their students into lines."Weasley, straighten your hat," Professor McGonagall snapped at Ron. 

"Miss Patil, take that ridiculous thing out of your hair." Parvati scowled and removed a large ornamental butterfly from the end of her plait. 

"Follow me, please," said Professor McGonagall. "First years in front . . . no pushing. . . ."

They filed down the steps and lined up in front of the castle. It was a cold, clear evening; dusk was falling and a pale, transparent looking moon was already shining over the Forbidden Forest.

"Nearly six," said Ron, checking his watch and then staring down the drive that led to the front gates. "How d'you reckon they're coming? The train?"