This chapter is dedicated to @ktran7893 for her help with the interview questions which I had a hard time coming up with. I think we all agree that writer's block sucks Snitch.
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"How much longer until the interview?" I wondered, anxiously.
"We still have two hours, Lily, calm down," Hermione answered.
"Are you almost done?"
"I have to straighten out a few more strands."
"Do a few extra strands really matter?"
"A few strands could make all the difference," Rose said, entering Hermione's dormitory.
"Oh, hey, Rose. Thanks for the help. I know you probably have loads of homework."
Rose wrinkled her nose, "Yeah... Homework is the problem. So you said you needed me to braid it?"
"Yeah, one braid."
"What're your approaches?" Rose tried to sound casual.
"Lily's is innocent."
"Yours?"
"Humble."
"You'll try, right?"
Hermione was slightly tearing up, "Of course."
"And I might be asking to much of you, especially with your siblings in the Games as well. But..." Rose hesitated.
"What is it?"
"Hugo. You'll take care of him? Comfort him? I can't be there for him when it happens."
"Of course," I told her, "We'll try our best."
"Thank you so much," Rose relaxed slightly.
"Everything's going to change, isn't it?" Rose suddenly said.
I nodded, "Yes."
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The staff table had been changed into a huge stage. The front row consisted of the tributes in alphabetical order. The rest of the Great Hall was filled with students and staff.
Each interview lasted three minutes, no more, no less. A buzzer sounded when the three minutes were up. After those minutes, the score was displayed on a monitor behind the stage. Then a clip played. The clip showed the tribute's individual assessment. After that, Lockhart had one minute to ask the tribute questions about their assessment. When that minute was up, a bell sounded through the hall and the tribute exited the stage and the next tribute walked up when they were called. The interviews were broadcasted so that people who were back at home could watch. I knew that my family was huddled around the monitor at home right now.
The host of the interviews walked on to the stage. Gilderoy Lockhart was a tall man with blue eyes and a brilliant smile who loved to show off. I didn't know much about him, which side he was on in the war, and it was hard to tell. He acted neutral, as if saying, To be honest, I don't care. Everything is Lockhart this, Lockhart that to me! Uncle Ron had a sort of grudge against him, but I never did ask him what for. But recall him muttering something that sounded like, "Stupid git."
"Well, hello, everyone," Lockhart flashed a brilliant smile, "Welcome to the interviews for the 11th Hogwarts Games! We're all excited for this annual momentous occasion."
Sure. Excited. Momentous.
Tributes were called in alphabetical order. I paid close attention to the tributes' angles, strengths, and their scores.
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